Mother’s Fan (I)

Once they reached the school, Fu Pei brought Fu Ting to the homeroom teacher's office to deal with the procedures. The homeroom teacher would then lead them to the classrooms. This was the kind of formality every new student had to go through. 

As the school's infamous school bully, the students around would automatically disperse whenever Brother Fu appeared, as though he was a patrolling emperor back in the old days. 

They saw Brother Fu—who despised proximity with the opposite gender—was walking with a girl.

Shocked, everyone lowered their heads after they took a quick glance. Their hearts pumped faster in curiosity 

A number of them secretly took photos and posted it to the school forum. The relationship between Fu Ting and Fu Pei became a hot topic.

…

Fu Pei brought Fu Ting to the office.

The homeroom teacher was a middle-aged woman, dressed in formal attire and wore a pair of glasses. There was a mole below her lips while her gaze was intimidating. 

Disgust was her expression once she saw Fu Pei, and she tapped on her ruler. "What arrogance, Fu Pei. The last paper you submitted was all blank. Now, go receive your penalty from the dean!"

Fu Pei shoved one hand in his pocket while he turned his body to the side and spoke nonchalantly, "I'll go now."

He raised his eyes and pushed Fu Ting to her. "She's the new transfer student, Fu Ting. Please arrange everything."

Fu Pei then left before the homeroom teacher exploded with anger. His figure, even as he walked away, emitted an unsettling aura.

"Such trash! Why am I so unfortunate to cross paths with him!?" The homeroom teacher was panting from rage.

Fu Ting was embittered with what had happened.

The young father was too difficult to manage.

It seemed like the journey to wind back her father's path to become a socialite would be laborious and time-consuming!

"You're Fu Ting, correct?" Once the homeroom teacher regained her composure, she began to take a proper look at Fu Ting.

The little girl stood there in silence; meek, obedient, and lovely, and her big round eyes were very magnetic. 

The homeroom teacher had a pleasant first impression on Fu Ting. Her mean look receded as she said, "You're such a young girl. Quit messing around with those troubled gangsters. There will be an examination in June, so please focus on your studies, alright?"

Fu Ting's nose scrunched; she disliked the discriminative attitude the homeroom teacher had toward her father.

The homeroom teacher did not give her a chance to reply and asked, "Which school were you from previously?"

As an immigrant, Fu Ting felt guilty about her recently applied identification.

Fu Ting answered softly, "I studied in the countryside."

She was afraid that the homeroom teacher would investigate further, so she added, "It was a very, very small village."

This homeroom teacher despised the countryside. The place they were at was not considered huge, and she came from a small village, so she related her to the poor.

How could this little girl succeed with such a condition?

Maybe she had not even studied in junior year and came straight to the senior year?

Had they received another troublesome student?

The homeroom teacher's anger toward Fu Pei had not subsided. She could not control her temper and thus mumbled, "Why is there another sh*tty student? So annoying!"

Fu Ting who stood there with her remained a calm face as if she could not hear the homeroom teacher's prejudice.

The homeroom teacher was speechless.

Could she be a fool instead?

Her attitude was cold while she brought Fu Ting to Class One.

…

Senior Year, Class One.

"Have you seen the post on the school's forum page? There will be a new transfer student today, arranged for our class."

"The new student is quite attractive. She's got a fit figure and has beautiful skin…"

Xu Tingting sneered, "What do you mean by attractive? Could she be compared with the beauty of our prettiest girl in school, Huihui?"

She hated her so badly after she was embarrassed by Fu Ting the other day. She was still scheming a plot for revenge, and now this little b*tch came to her!

Fu Huihui was playing with her freshly manicured fingers and smiled gently. "Oh, it's her. She looks alright."

Xu Tingting asked, "Huihui, do you know her?"

The students raised their ears to listen.

Fu Huihui's smiled profoundly and spoke gently, "I've met her before. She's from the countryside and her upbringing was terrible. Such a little b*tch."