- Who Did It?

When Qiao Weimin hit Jing Yunzhao, he used a lot of strength. If she hadn't been abused since she was little, she wouldn't have been able to endure it. The reason why she did nothing to her face for the past two days was to let the teacher see it clearly.

And inside the space, the pain lessened, but her injury stayed the same. It remained clearly visible.

"Teacher, I was stopped by a bunch of hooligans on Friday. They refused to let me go and tried to act familiar with me. Then they took me to an alleyway. If it weren't for a passing policeman, I don't know what would've happened. But it's my bad luck to be targeted by them. I don't blame anyone but those hooligans, but I don't know who's been spreading rumors about me sleeping with them…"

"Were they the ones who hit you?" Teacher Jin frowned and said.

Her injury didn't seem light. It's already been two-three days, but it's still lightly but visibly bruised. They must've hit her hard.

"No…those people were only trying to scare me. I fainted later…and this injury…" Jing Yunzhao showed an expression of sorrow but continued to say, "My dad hit me…"

When teacher Jin heard that, she felt a chill down her spine.

Jing Yunzhao was the student with the best grades in the entire school. All the teachers knew the background of such an excellent student. They all knew that she has a stepdad named Qiao Weimin.

If he were his biological father, he'd never be that rough.

Teacher Jin stood up and said, "He hit you? Why? Jing Yunzhao, tell me everything. Did you do something that made him mad?"

"It was nothing. It was just because of a bowl of porridge. I was afraid of upsetting my stomach because it went cold. I didn't want it to affect the test today, so I went and got a fresh bowl instead. My dad got angry and slapped me, telling me to drink it all," Jing Yunzhao said casually as if this matter was not even big enough for her to mention.

But those words meant different things in the ears of the teachers.

What kind of seniors would let their juniors drink cold porridge? Was the treatment Jing Yunzhao getting at home that bad? She couldn't even drink fresh, warm porridge.

"Then…Ji-Jing Yunzhao…did your mom stop him? And your siblings too…" teacher Jin said doubtfully.

Jing Yunzhao inhaled and said, "My mom's body isn't doing so well. She can't care about it too much. And it's only a small thing. Drink a bowl of cold porridge wouldn't kill me. Even if my mom knew, she wouldn't say anything…Teach Jing, I'm already used to the things at home. It's not a big issue, but those hooligans…if something like that were to happen again, can the school call the police for me?"

She was only 15 this year. Other than home, the only thing she could rely on was the school. If she were to stupidly call the police, she'd only get made fun of.

Seeing a sudden light of hope in Jing Yunzhao's eyes, teacher Jing's heart thumped heavily.

This child has never been talkative at school. For unknown reasons, other students gossiped about her a lot, mostly talking about her haughtiness.

But the strange thing was, all the teachers in the school liked her.

Quiet, hard-working, and they had never seen her look down upon anyone. If it weren't for her outstanding grades, no one would've even noticed her existence.

"Don't worry, the school wouldn't overlook something so big. Go back and prepare for the test. I'll discuss this with the head teacher. The police will definitely be called. I'll never let something like this happen again!"