CHAPTER 11

She is My Woman

The emergence of the ‘hero’ steals the class’ attention. Of course, that hero is… An Chuxia.

She quickly walks between Taoqiu and Lixiya and force them to separate. Eventually, she extricates Lixiya from Mo Xinwei.

“Even if it’s unsightly, what gives you the right to make such an accusation?” Chuxia grew up witnessing people being bullied. It was what drove her to take up Taekwondo. Otherwise, she would end up pulling the knife to help the last of the wounded.

“An Chuxia?” Mo Xinwei speaks, looking her up and down carefully.

Her gaze made her feel dirty!

“I don’t know why you know me. I don’t want to know how you know me. Now please, leave our class. You’re not welcome here in Year One, Class A!”

The whole class pipes down.

Xiao Mingluo stands outside the classroom door, laughing happily. This woman surpasses his imagination. She would be so interesting to get to know.

“An Chuxia, open your dog eyes and see! She’s Mo Xinwei.” Taoqiu flashes a cold smile. “Everyone knows you’ll provoke her if you disrespect Han Qilu!”

Han Qilu. She doesn’t want to hear these two words in this lifetime!

“How are you not afraid of Han Qilu?” Mo Xinwei slowly walks towards An Chuxia. She points a polished red nail at her and lifts her chin. Mo Xinwei glares as she says, “Even if you use that method, you won’t get to Han Qilu’s heart because… he is mine!”

This woman seems to be confused about the situation. What “method”? What is this “wish to get into Han Qilu heart”? An Chuxia is not crazy. She does not even want to see him!

“Well, Miss Mo Xinwei, you’re probably wrong,” she replies stiffly.

“Probably wrong?” Mo Xinwei sneers. “My goodness, but I have always been very accurate. Don’t think I do not know what you are thinking!”

“You really… .”

Smack! She slaps An Chuxia’s face.

On her high horse, Mo Xinwei says, “This slap on your face is payment for slapping Han Qilu!” She raises her hand to throw a second slap, but it is caught mid-air. A strong hand pulls her back.

“Mo Xinwei, aren’t you tired of it?” This voice clearly belongs to Han Qilu.

Han Qilu fiercely throws down Mo Xinwei’s hand. He raises his hand and pulls An Chuxia behind him.

Xiao Mingluo raises a sad smile to Year One, Class A before turning toward the end of the corridor.

He just felt things would be too boring if he witnessed the event by himself. Xiao Mingluo makes a call to Han and casually says, “Han Qilu, are you fond of your fan slapping the woman you want to kill? You want to see a good drama?”

He did not expect the guy to run to the classroom a minute later.

It looks like the next few days days will be very interesting.

Xiao Mingluo’s smile gets bigger.

Han Qilu impatiently stares at Mo Xinwei. “No need!”

An Chuxia, muddleheaded, doesn’t understand what’s going on.

“Why… .” Mo Xinwei seems confused, crystal tears fall down her delicate cheeks. “I just wanted… .”

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