Confronting the Poison Lotus Chapter 11

 Li Xia sat not far from Suo Qiao and Fu Yilan, without getting up, still holding her arms, tilting her head slightly. Her eyes, beneath her tousled hair, were dark and bright, calmly glancing at Fu Yilan without any disturbance in her expression.

Fu Yilan couldn't discern her emotions and found it a bit difficult to figure out her intentions.

The sound of the "snap" just now brought the atmosphere in the classroom back to freezing point. The classmates were all curious now.

Li Xia looked at Fu Yilan for a while, until she felt a bit uneasy, then she spoke lightly, "So, Fu Yilan..."

After this sentence, she paused for a few seconds before asking slowly and heavily, "Are you saying that if you encounter someone critically injured and dying on the road, who would die anyway if left there, it's okay to stab them to death, is that right?"

The classmates were all stunned, feeling like they had been awakened.

Fu Yilan was also stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, arguing forcefully, "Since the person is critically injured and about to die, why not give them a quick and painless death? Dying to be reborn is also a form of assistance."

Li Xia nodded slowly, not hurriedly, "So, let me put it this way. This person has parents, has children. Do you think, if he is critically injured or dying of cancer, his family would want to do their best to save him, or would they just push him off a building to let him be reincarnated?"

This time, Fu Yilan was completely at a loss and couldn't answer.

The classroom became quieter by the moment, only the faint sound of the central air conditioner could be heard. Fu Yilan felt that perhaps there was too much water splashed just now, and now she was feeling cold at the bottom of her feet.

The few girls who had helped earlier were silent, each sitting down. Now, the entire classroom had only Suo Qiao and Fu Yilan facing each other, standing in confrontation.

Although Li Xia was sitting down, it was evident that all the cold air in the classroom emanated from her.

After a few seconds, Li Xia's face became colder and her tone became heavier, almost oppressive, "Would someone leaving their wallet exposed justify you stealing it? Would someone failing to take care of their child justify you kidnapping them? Would someone's illness justify you killing them?"

Fu Yilan was left speechless by this series of questions.

Li Xia sneered, "You tell me, does the existence of problems in other people's marriages justify you in sabotaging them?"

"You just said it yourself, marriage is a process of adjustment. In this world, most marriages have their ups and downs. If every troubled marriage is broken up, where is the happiness and stability? When the third party intervenes, they always think that if it weren't for them, the couple would divorce anyway. But have they ever considered that without them, perhaps there would still be a one-in-ten chance of reconciliation? Being wrong is being wrong. Instead of humbly admitting their mistakes, they still have the nerve to wear the beautiful hat of saving others' marriages. Ha, Fu Yilan," Li Xia laughed, "One cannot be so shameless."

Discussion erupted around them. Previously, everyone had been against Suo Qiao, so Fu Yilan was also caught in the backlash. But now, with Li Xia speaking up, every word she said was well-founded and irrefutable.

Someone whispered, "Yeah, it's true. Already being the third party and still pretending to be righteous, it's really despicable. She's probably bringing shame to her mother, right?"

Fu Yilan's face turned slightly pale. She struggled to force a smile, "Li Xia, you've misunderstood. I never said being the third party is justified. I just believe that labeling someone as a third party without considering the specific circumstances is too much. Each situation should be analyzed individually. For example, my mom is not a third party. She never intended to break up anyone's family."

Li Xia nodded again, "That's right. She didn't have that intention, she just acted."

"Li Xia," Fu Yilan's cheeks twitched, "my mom is your aunt. Can't you show a little respect for your elders?"

"Miss Fu Yilan, are you going to lecture on manners again?" Li Xia's tone was slightly frivolous, "A person never has the right to criticize the manners of their peers, that's disrespectful to the elders. Constantly lecturing others on their manners, who do you think you are?"

Fu Yilan was at a loss, while Suo Qiao looked at Li Xia with a complex expression.

Li Xia remained indifferent, with a faint smile on her lips and a seemingly careless demeanor, "I'm just discussing the matter at hand. If your mother really didn't want to cause trouble, why did she give birth to Fu Silan? Since she felt guilty about other people's families, why did she have you three years later? And why did she marry your father seven years later?"

"She didn't want to break up other people's families, so please tell me, what has she been doing for the past ten years?" Li Xia smirked, "You say she endured for ten years with kindness, but I think she endured and waited for ten years, finally emerging from her suffering."

Her words were laced with irony.

The discussions grew louder. These few sentences had exposed the unclear past of the Fu family.

Fu Yilan felt exposed, ashamed, and on the verge of tears. With a trembling voice, she resorted to playing the sympathy card, "Li Xia, why do you have to think of my mom like that?"

"Don't you have an addiction to crying?" Suo Qiao couldn't hold back anymore. "Others didn't cry when you stole their home. Now that you have everything, you still want sympathy?"

Someone muttered nearby, "Yeah, she's made herself clear, yet she still pretends to be pitiful. It's embarrassing to watch."

Public opinion had turned against her. With hundreds of eyes fixed on her, Fu Yilan felt ashamed and wished she could disappear.

But then, everyone's attention suddenly shifted to the classroom door. In an instant, they forgot about Fu Yilan and were filled with excitement and discussion.

"Such a young department head? He's so handsome!"

"What? Isn't he the heir of the Hua family?"

"He's teaching us? Is this for real?"

Li Xia looked over and saw Ni Luo pause for a moment at the door before walking in. He glanced at the several wet figures standing opposite, then asked, "Performance art?"

Fu Yilan immediately looked panicked and lowered her head, wishing she could bury it in the desk. This was really embarrassing. She hadn't expected Ni Luo to be the one teaching today.

If she had known, she wouldn't even have had time to dress up. Now, in this soaked appearance, how could she face anyone?

But suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind. In idol dramas, isn't it usually when the male lead feels pity or love at first sight for the female lead when she's down on her luck or in trouble?

So, Fu Yilan slowly raised her head, delicately pushing aside the wet strands of hair around her face. At first glance, with the water dripping down, she looked pitiful yet fragile, not entirely unattractive.

Ni Luo's gaze fell on Fu Yilan, paused, then flickered with a hint of suppressed amusement. Li Xia saw it and looked over. She saw Fu Yilan's coquettish appearance and couldn't help but feel speechless. Are men really all like this?

But then,

"Well, this... student?" Ni Luo spoke slowly, as if considering something.

Fu Yilan dared to look at him more boldly, her eyes watery and with a hint of shyness as she softly addressed him, "Mr. Ni."

Ni Luo wasn't too indifferent, speaking seriously, "Those in business should pay more attention to their image. So, shouldn't you go clean up a bit?"

Some students couldn't help but chuckle.

Did that mean he was telling her to leave the classroom?

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