My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day

Walking down the hall, she instinctively attracted a lot of attention again. Either people pointed and whispered about her or tried to sneak a photo of her with their phones.

But as soon as Su Wenwen fixed those people in her glance, they would quickly pretend they are doing absolutely nothing and subtly sneak away.

As a result, Su Wanwan stood at the doorway, her phoenix displaying a disdainful look as she swept across the room, finally locking eyes with Lin Qiao.

Lin Qiao exchanged glances with her for a few seconds then casually looked back down to his book.

Gradually, murmuring conversations filled the room.

Snickering inwardly, Su Wanwan strode her way inside and found a seat to sit down.

However, no sooner had she sat down than the girl sitting next to her immediately grabbed her books and left.

Next, the guy sitting in front of her left too.

And soon after, two more girls sitting behind her followed suit.

Su Wanwan didn’t really care, but to her surprise, Zhao Qianqian came over with her books.

“Wanwan, can I sit with you?”

Su Wanwan managed to give a faint smile.

The more she spent time with Zhao Qianqian, the more she found her to be quite reliable.

Loyal, no drama, efficient – the ideal friend!

Things didn’t stay idyllic for long. Zhao Qianqian suddenly nudged her, “Oh no, there’s a new scandal!”

Su Wanwan leaned over to look at the phone in her hands.

“Tearing-You-Down-with-No-Discussion” had posted again, this time titled [Exposing the dark history of our aloof beauty! ]

Inside were a few pictures of her from high school.

The first one showed her wearing a white blouse and black skirt of her high school uniform but with a granny-greying short hair, heavy smokey makeup, loosely slung backpack made her look like a hooligan.

The second one showed her sitting in a bar booth with Mo Weiyi. He was drinking juice while she was chugging beer, surrounded by a few young men. Both of them were dressed in popular clothes covered in skull prints. Their jeans were full of holes, and there were studs on their shoes.

The third one was of her by a nightclub entrance. She had heavy makeup on and wore a red explosive wig and was fighting a punk.

Su Wanwan felt a cold chill running through her spine.

Oh dear.

She almost gave herself a fright.

How could she forget all these notorious deeds of hers?

The contents of the post were as follows:

[Breaking news from a reliable source! Here’s the real face of your ‘pure’ school beauty! She used to be a punk, a drinker, a fighter, and a flaunter of strange clothes. She was often late for school or would leave early, and was seen messing around with various men! Now that she’s in college, she’s started to sugar, and after earning some money, she’s trying to change her image and start fresh. What a joke! Don’t be fooled by her act of purity, coldness, low- profile! It’s all a facade! Hypocrisy! Shameless!]

Thanks to these new pictures, the comments underneath the post were getting refreshed rapidly, and “Tearing-You-Down-with-No-Discussion” continuously responded to them.

Su Wanwan quickly looked over at Lin Qiao.

She saw Lin Qiao still looking down at his book, no phone in sight.

“Wanwan, tell me who’s this ‘Tearing-You-Down-with-No-Discussion’,” Zhao Qianqian burst out in irritation, “This punk is obviously not you, why are they saying it’s you? This is blatant defamation!”

Su Wanwan choked a bit, a look of awkwardness on her face, “It’s… it’s me.”

“Huh?” Zhao Qianqian was totally taken aback.

From behind, a round of chatters sprung up:

“That gall!”

“Indeed!”

“Her dark secrets are exposed, and she has the nerve to sit in class pretending to be a good student!”

“Shameless!”

“She’s been with so many men, what is shame to her? She lost that long ago, hahaha!”

Su Wanwan wildly whipped her head around.

Seeing her look their way, the girls quickly contained their laughter and pretended to read their books.

Of course, the world was never short on people who relish in other’s misfortunes. This was a harsh lesson that Su Wanwan had learned today.

As she narrowed her eyes and prepared to get up, Zhao Qianqian grabbed her, “Don’t act rashly, class is about to start.”

Zhao Qianqian still recalled the scene when Su Wanwan taught those b*tches a lesson at the cafeteria last time and was scared that Su Wanwan might impulsively create a scene in the classroom. Especially now that Su Wanwan is under scrutiny, she would undoubtedly face punishment.

Su Wanwan clenched her fist tightly as the class bell rang. She had no choice but to suppress her anger and sit back down.

There were two Director’s classes that afternoon. After waiting a few minutes and as the classroom started making noise again, a familiar voice suddenly spoke up from the doorway, “Su Wanwan, come out.”

It was Su Yunrong.

Su Wanwan quickly rose to her feet.

As soon as she left, the classroom burst into an uproar.

“Is our journalism department’s belle finally getting penalized?”

“I say, she should be expelled immediately!”

“Now that her promiscuity has been exposed, she’s definitely getting expelled!”

“Absolutely, think about the bad influence!”

Lin Qiao sneered, “You guys are overthinking. Professor Su is Su Wanwan’s aunt. Do you really think she’ll get expelled?”

No sooner than she said this, the classroom was thrown into even more chaos.

“She should still be expelled even if her background was exposed! If not, I would be the first to object!”

“A powerful background sure is awesome!”

“This is a matter of conduct! She won’t escape punishment, regardless of who her relatives are!”

“Yeah, sharing a classroom with her makes even the air seem gloomy.” “Hahahaha!”

“You guys are going too far!” Zhao Qianqian couldn’t help retorting, “Don’t attack her personally before things are made clear!”

“Oh, hush! Weren’t you the one who was won over by Su Wanwan? Zhao Qianqian, are you this easily bought with a bag of snacks? That’s so pathetic!” Lin Qiao laughed arrogantly.

“What are you talking about? That person is not Su Wanwan at all…”

“Everyone, quiet!” Di Chenghe’s voice suddenly rang out. Holding a textbook, he entered the room stylishly, “Class begins.”

Immediately, the classroom regained its silence.