The Fake Heiress’ Seven Brothers Pampers Her-Chapter 89 - : Is That Right?

Chapter 89: Is That Right?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

He Jing laughed. “Do you really think I’d go to the effort to do something like that for you? Or is this desperation talking? Are you so hard up that you’d want to owe Yan Hanxi a sizable favor?”

A better person might live and let live, but not her. He Jing stuck by her principles: If no one wished ill upon her, she would reciprocate. But if one stepped on her toes and thought they could get away with it, they had another thing coming.

She was no saint, nor did she possess infinite compassion.

“Think before you act. All actions have consequences. I hope this will be a lesson you won’t forget, one you’ll carry to your future school.”

Zhang Man’s tears dried up; reality had caught up to her. Just as she was about to call He Jing out for being cold-blooded and heartless, He Jing interjected. “Was it worth it? Doing so much for someone else, someone who does not care about you?”

Zhang Man froze. A chill gripped her in its icy grasp, rooting her to the spot. Her lips moved, but no words escaped.

She could not help but wonder if all she had done and suffered was worth it.

She had done so much for Cheng Yi, but on the day of her expulsion, Cheng Yi had taken sick leave and did not even offer her any support. Cheng Yi’s parents were shareholders of the school!

No, she could not listen to He Jing. She and Cheng Yi were friends, best friends…

Zhang Man fished out her phone from her pocket and called Cheng Yi. She called once, but the latter did not pick up. She tried again and got the same result—this sequence of events repeated five or six times with no sign that the line would ever connect.

He Jing leveled pity-filled eyes on Zhang Man. She was most certainly aware of who Zhang Man was calling, but she would get no help there. Cheng Yi was probably wallowing in self-pity, too depressed to bother helping Zhang Man. Otherwise, in this era where phones never left one’s side, there was no reason why she could not get through…

Zhang Man threw her phone on the ground, her puffy eyes summoning a flood of tears again. Liu Sisi tried comforting her, saying, “Don’t jump to conclusions. Xiao Yi called in sick; she’s probably not feeling well.” “Oh?” He Jing quipped. “Shall I give it a go?”

He Jing picked up the phone that Zhang Man had thrown and dialed the number on the screen.

It did not even take ten seconds for the line to connect. Cheng Yi’s hoarse voice carried over. A quiet ‘Hello?’ was heard by those present before He Jing hung up.

Liu Sisi did not expect things to occur as He Jing had said. She was stunned into silence and dared not look at Zhang Man.

Zhang Man was so angry that she laughed.

She turned around and said to He Jing, “Cheng Yi was also involved in the voter fraud, including the smear campaign against you. She approved everything.”

Although the class had their suspicions, it was still quite startling to have their thoughts confirmed by Zhang Man.

Cheng Yi may have looked sweet and innocent, but she harbored a cruel, vicious streak that few had witnessed until now. More alarming, however, was her readiness to burn the bridges she had formed, leaving her friend in the lurch in her moment of need. It was horrifying!

Even Liu Sisi began second-guessing Cheng Yi’s words, trying to parse out the true from the false. Only Cheng Yi’s admirer, Sun Chaoyang, remained steadfast in his defense of her. “Don’t slander Cheng Yi when she isn’t around to defend herself! Cheng Yi isn’t the person you make her out to be. She’s too kind and sweet to be anything else.”

Zhang Man dried her tears and looked at Sun Chaoyang pitifully. He looked like a beggar begging for scraps in her eyes. “Do you know what she said about you in private? She said you were a harassing bootlicker and found you very distressing. Cheng Yi has only had eyes for Brother Xi, no one else.”

Sun Zhaoyang’s pupils constricted. It was as if he had suffered a terrible blow, his face turning ashen.

He Jing never expected the aftermath of the voter fraud incident to be so exciting. She suddenly felt that the little setback she almost suffered was nothing.

When Cheng Yi returned, she would probably faint from anger…

The young man’s clear and bright voice sounded unhurried at this moment,

“Don’t talk nonsense. My real fiancée will be unhappy if she hears this..”