Chapter 69
Qiu Chengye had nobly sacrificed himself to show everyone just how terrifying it was to break the rules in this monastery.
The other guests obediently kept their distance, men and women staying at least five meters apart.
In the end, Qiu Chengye was carried away clutching his poor chrysanthemum, while the others were led by the monks to their respective rooms.
The men’s quarters and the women’s quarters were set far apart, one at the northernmost end of the monastery and the other at the southernmost.
In the women’s four-person dormitory, the female guests were carefully making up their beds.
Liu Woxing slowly spread out her mattress, then neatly put on the pale lavender four-piece bedding set she had brought along. She even placed a small purple wildflower she had picked outside into a cup by the pillow. Instantly, the room felt elevated in style.
[Elegant, timeless.]
[Our Sister Liu Woxing really is the versatile, perfect socialite. There’s nothing she can’t do.]
Xu Shuangrong, on the other hand, replaced her bedding with a daisy-themed fresh four-piece set, spritzed some floral perfume to remove any stale smell, set up a small aromatherapy diffuser by the head of the bed, and finally placed her beloved rabbit-shaped pillow on top.
[Aaaaah this is the bunny pillow the Bunny Fans gave her! Shuang shuang has kept it all this time, and it’s still so clean and new. You can tell she’s treasured it carefully. T_T]
[Baby bunny has to cuddle a bunny to sleep~~]
[Are girls always this delicate and refined even when traveling??]
Meanwhile, Xie Mi, who was spreading straw over her bedframe, fell silent.
Wait a second… the monastery only provided pillows and sheets, right?
They actually brought their own full bedding sets and mattresses?!!
Oh well.
After covering the straw with the sheet, Xie Mi happily flopped down and rolled around on it.
As the saying goes, “A butt that can poop is a good butt; a bed you can sleep on is a good bed.” Refuse to have “bed appearance anxiety”!
Her livestream chat, of course, had a completely different vibe from the others.
[Sister Xie doubted herself for one second, then decisively accepted reality.]
[Old Xie Mi’s trademark: never overthinking, never inner friction.]
[That’s right. She could bury her head in a flower bush and still sleep soundly.]
[Xie Mi: Stop being dirty-minded!]
While the other three had finished making their beds, Lai Bingxuan hadn’t moved at all.
Though she too was a rich heiress, she was nothing like Liu Woxing. Liu Woxing had been raised to be elegant and virtuous since childhood, but Lai Bingxuan was spoiled and pampered growing up.
She never lifted a finger at home, let alone for something like making her own bed.
Even during past shows, her four personal housekeepers always waited outside the villa, rushing in as soon as the cameras turned off to handle all her chores.
Lai Bingxuan frowned, her gaze sweeping around the room.
“I’ll help you.”
Xu Shuangrong stepped forward, clearly nervous around her yet still compelled by her own kindness. “As a pampered young lady you probably don’t know how to do this, so let me.”
She reached for Lai Bingxuan’s suitcase of bedding.
“I don’t need you!” Lai Bingxuan shoved her away hard.
“Ah!”
Xu Shuangrong fell to the ground. Her pale palm was scraped, a glaring red mark blooming on it. She hurried to hide her hand behind her back.
“Are you okay?” Liu Woxing quickly bent to help her.
But Lai Bingxuan snapped, “Hey! What are you pretending for? I didn’t even push that hard!”
“Miss Lai, she was only trying to be kind.” Liu Woxing couldn’t help defending Xu Shuangrong. “You’re going too far.”
“I told you I didn’t push hard! She just—”
“I’m fine, Woxing.” Xu Shuangrong shook her head, smiling bitterly. “Don’t say any more. Miss Lai doesn’t like being scolded.”
Liu Woxing frowned but supported her anyway.
[Lai Bingxuan is such a bitch!]
[Damn, can she not cause drama for once? Everyone can see she’s been targeting Shuang Shuang from the start, but the production team just pretends not to notice.]
[That’s privilege for you. Our Shuang Shuang fought her way up from the bottom, of course she can’t compete with someone born rich.]
[This whole world is just one giant rich-people game.]
…
Lai Bingxuan sucked in a deep breath, but as familiar scenes flashed in her mind, anger boiled up. She lunged forward, grabbing Xu Shuangrong and raising her hand high.
Xu Shuangrong squeezed her eyes shut in fright, the triumph in them instantly smothered.
Smack.
Her hand froze midair.
Xie Mi had grabbed her wrist.
“Get lost!” Lai Bingxuan screamed at her. “If you’re all going to believe her, then I’ll drag you all down with her—”
“I believe you.” Xie Mi blinked innocently up at her.
Xu Shuangrong frowned slightly, eyes snapping open.
She saw Lai Bingxuan’s enraged expression falter. “You… believe me?”
Xie Mi sighed inwardly.
Lai Bingxuan — the vicious supporting female lead in the original book. Raised spoiled and unruly, domineering and entitled, she fit the “villainess” label perfectly.
But still, as someone educated in an elite family, how lawless could she truly be?
At the very least, she understood reciprocity. In middle school, when she ordered classmates to do her homework, she also tossed them a stack of cash.
In university, when the club she wanted to join was already full, she paid someone who had a spot to give it up to her.
Too lazy to bend down? She had her assistant tie her shoelaces — but paid that assistant a 100,000 yuan salary.
Of course, once such things spread, they sounded completely different:
Lai Bingxuan dumped all her homework on classmates.
Lai Bingxuan stole someone’s club position.
Lai Bingxuan acted like a diva, even making her assistant tie her shoes.
But Lai Bingxuan never cared. People only dared gossip behind her back. She still lived however she pleased.
Until Xu Shuangrong appeared.
Back in high school, Xu Shuangrong was admitted to her elite school as an outstanding student.
Noticing her good grades and beautiful handwriting, Lai Bingxuan tried the same old trick — throwing money at her to do her homework.
Who could’ve guessed Xu Shuangrong would slap the money back in her face, shouting that even poor people had dignity, and flatly refused.
Lai Bingxuan didn’t care. If Xu Shuangrong wouldn’t do it, she’d find someone else.
But from that day on, Xu Shuangrong was bullied. Rumors spread that Lai Bingxuan was behind it all.
At first, Lai Bingxuan ignored it as usual. But the rumors worsened until even anti-bullying journalists came to the school. The principal summoned her for questioning.
She tried to get Xu Shuangrong to testify for her. Xu Shuangrong only looked at her in terror, lowering her head, stammering out weak explanations that convinced no one. The reporters looked at Lai Bingxuan with even more contempt.
For the first time, Lai Bingxuan tasted the bitterness of being falsely accused. In anger, she slapped Xu Shuangrong in public — cementing her reputation as a bully.
Later, Xu Shuangrong transferred to another school with the help of an anti-bullying organization. She later got into film school, and when she reappeared, she was already a big star.
Seeing the person who had once wronged her living so well, Lai Bingxuan was consumed with resentment. That’s why she joined this show, determined to make Xu Shuangrong’s life miserable.
…
But unfortunately, Lai Bingxuan also carried the “brainless villainess” tag.
With just a few words, Xu Shuangrong could enrage her, driving her to lash out without realizing she was being manipulated.
Truthfully, Xie Mi hadn’t intended to involve herself in their drama.
But she had been a black fan of Xu Shuangrong before transmigrating into this book.
So Xie Mi smiled gently at Lai Bingxuan. “I know you’re upset. Don’t be upset just yet.”
Then she released Lai Bingxuan’s hand — and swung around to slap Xu Shuangrong across the face.
Smack!
“That’s the satisfying fight I was looking for!”
