Confronting the Poison Lotus Chapter 10

Su Qiao stood up in astonishment, staring at her soaked clothes, stunned for a long time. She couldn't believe it. When she turned around, she saw Fu Yilan's resolute face as if she wasn't the one who poured water over her head.

Su Qiao had always been spoiled by her family since childhood, and because she had a few tough older brothers, her classmates also feared her to some extent. Where had she ever been treated like this before?

Seeing the water bottle still dripping in Fu Yilan's hand, Su Qiao almost instinctively stood up, swung her hand, and slapped her face without hesitation.

Lixia, standing aside, watched with indifference.

As she had imagined, Fu Yilan didn't dodge. Not only did she not dodge, but she also exaggerated her reaction.

The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the entire lecture hall. The force of the slap was so strong that Fu Yilan couldn't stand steady, and she was pushed towards the desk, struggling to get up, but stumbled and fell between the desks and chairs.

Books fell, desks and chairs collided, making a painful sound. It made people wince just looking at it.

Lixia glanced at Su Qiao's profile, rubbing her forehead without saying a word.

In fact, when Fu Yilan started her actions, she could have intervened. But she didn't because she was genuinely curious. Fu Yilan had always had a good image at school, so Lixia wondered how she would handle this situation.

Su Qiao, after slapping Fu Yilan, still seemed unsatisfied. With her wet hair, she pointed at Fu Yilan and said, "Fu Yilan, have you no shame? What I said was not wrong. How dare you pour water over my head?"

Fu Yilan slowly got up from the ground. In just a few seconds while she was out of sight under the desk, her hair had become disheveled, her cheeks were red, but there was no distinct handprint.

Su Qiao's slap wasn't particularly heavy...

But naturally, nobody would dwell on it. They would only feel pity seeing her disheveled hair and swollen face. Moreover, she seemed quite resilient, biting her lip lightly, enduring without crying or making a fuss.

Compared to Su Qiao's straightforwardness, Fu Yilan appeared to be a pitiable victim of injustice.

Fu Yilan stood up straight, lifted her calm eyes, and spoke slowly, making sure everyone could hear her. She only said one sentence, "Su Qiao, you can scold me or hit me, but I won't allow you to insult my mother. Otherwise..."

She seemed to be provoked instantly, a flash of fierceness in her eyes. "I'll fight you to the end."

Her words were chilling, but regardless of their truth, they were enough to move people.

Silence fell again, as dead as before.

After she finished speaking, Su Qiao also realized her mistake. The situation had suddenly turned against her. Fu Yilan completely diverted the topic, avoiding the issue of being a mistress, and instead, accused Su Qiao of insulting her mother, giving her the justifiable reason for pouring water over her.

For the sake of her mother, not only pouring water, but she would even fight to the death.

Although Su Qiao was arrogant, she was straightforward and wouldn't play these kinds of games. Being accused of insulting someone's mother made her lose her ground.

Fu Yilan didn't wait for her to retort. She continued speaking slowly and deliberately, "Su Qiao, that video was clearly edited. The full version was uploaded later, and it has nothing to do with me. People on the forum know this, and so should you. You were there that day, stirring up trouble by distorting the facts. How could you be so heartless?"

Again, she shifted the focus.

"And besides, dancing with a sensual vibe, more than half of the girls in this classroom can do it now. Are they all sluts? Are their mothers all promiscuous?" She spoke as if giving a speech, her tone becoming more forceful. "Just because someone dances provocatively doesn't mean they lack morals. It's a form of self-expression."

The topic and the crowd's sentiments were completely controlled by Fu Yilan. Su Qiao was speechless.

And Fu Yilan's next move caught Su Qiao off guard.

She took a step forward, picked up Su Qiao's water bottle, and opened it, holding it above her own head.

"Oh my!" Instantly, there were sighs and exclamations in the classroom.

The next moment, Fu Yilan decisively turned the bottle, and the water poured down from her head, instantly soaking her hair and clothes.

Several girls nearby immediately handed tissues to Fu Yilan, but nobody paid attention to Su Qiao.

Fu Yilan remained standing straight, like a mighty and unyielding warrior. She didn't accept the tissues offered to her. Surprisingly, someone even helped her wipe off the water stains.

Fu Yilan placed the water bottle back steadily, her face full of restrained anger. She stared directly at Su Qiao and said firmly, "That water earlier was to shame you for insulting my mother. I don't regret pouring it over you. And this water now is my apology for my earlier rudeness. Each action has its consequences. As for the slap you gave me, although I want to return it, my upbringing doesn't allow me to stoop to your level."

Her eloquence and cunning were extraordinary!

Lixia leaned back in her chair, sighing softly. Fu Yilan was indeed remarkable.

What a remarkable woman, soft yet strong. She taught Su Qiao a lesson, criticized her upbringing, used sophistry to undermine her arguments, seized on one point to attack and overturn Su Qiao's stance, making everyone accustomed to believe that everything else she said was a lie or an attempt to cause trouble.

Now, she had angered everyone, but won everyone's support. The balance of face and substance had shifted to her side.

But Su Qiao did not disappoint Lixia's expectations.

She remained stunned for a while, but eventually regained her composure. She was so angry that her teeth almost trembled. She wanted to slap Fu Yilan again, but Fu Yilan had just accused her of being "uneducated." If she hit her again, it would be even more unreasonable. But Fu Yilan had insulted her family, and she couldn't bear that.

"Fu Yilan, you're twisting the facts," Su Qiao quickly followed Fu Yilan's tone,

"I apologize for what I said about dancing. It was my mistake. But you don't need to exaggerate and say that I insulted everyone here who can dance. Hmph, I can't bear such a big accusation. Trying to stir up hatred against me, do you really think I'm stupid?"

Su Qiao calmed down, and her mind cleared:

"Let's just say I was wrong about that, but I'm not wrong about your mother being a mistress." She became fierce, "Even if you pour all the water in this classroom on me now, I'll still say it," she emphasized strongly, "Your mother is a mistress!"

With that, she looked fiercely at the people standing next to Fu Yilan. "What? Do you think I'm malicious and sympathetic towards her? It's

 because you haven't experienced such a thing. When you get married in the future and watch the mistress steal your man's heart, break up your family and marriage, then think about whether such a person deserves sympathy."

Those girls felt uncomfortable under Su Qiao's gaze, complaining, "We didn't do anything, why are you cursing at us?"

"Speak nicely. Insulting someone's mother as soon as you open your mouth, who wouldn't get angry?"

"Moreover, aren't you too sensitive? Even Lixia hasn't said anything, why are you so agitated?"

Some people's eyes shifted to Lixia, and almost at the same time, Fu Yilan spoke up, calmly saying:

"Su Qiao, I heard that your parents didn't have a good relationship, and they were at odds. If there were problems within the marriage, could others have taken advantage of the situation? Your mother is the only daughter of the Su family, and your father was in a declining business. He had no dignity at home. With a marriage already on the rocks, who's to blame for the unhappiness? You say men are fickle, but why was he so loyal to the 'mistress' you mentioned? Instead of blaming others, it's better to reflect on oneself."

She was hinting to everyone that Su Qiao's mother, like Su Qiao, was unlikeable, but somehow Lixia felt there was something deliberate about it.

Fu Yilan became more and more adept at playing with emotions: "I think whether it's love or marriage, it's a process of mutual understanding and accommodation. If one party disregards the feelings of the other, acts superior, and refuses to make an effort, it will eventually lead to a breakup. How can you blame others for such a result?"

This twisted argument gave her a sense of forbearance and kindness.

Su Qiao didn't know how to refute her.

Although the people present felt that something was amiss, they didn't dwell on it. After all, they were just spectators, not involved in the matter. How could they be so serious?

They thought the turmoil had settled, but then they heard a "thud." Lixia's thick textbook landed heavily on the table.

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