A prestigious girls' school, universally disliked, and me? I have a billion dollars - Chapter 16

Qiao Ling’s lips curved into a bright smile.

“That’s right.”

“I hate you.”

“Even if you’re not ugly anymore…”

“I hate you even more than before.”

As she spoke, she slowly walked toward Tang Sui.

Tang Sui made no attempt to move, calmly watching the distance between them disappear.

“You kissed my little cutie.”

“You hit me.”

“And you embarrassed me in front of everyone.”

“You’re an awful person.”

“I hate you.”

With those words, Qiao Ling slipped a folded dagger from inside her coat.

A light press of her thumb—

Click.

The blade sprang open, its polished edge glinting with a chilling light.

“I wanted to greet you with a gun.”

“But guns aren’t allowed here.”

She pressed the knife lightly against Tang Sui’s neck before offering her a teacup.

“Drink.”

Tang Sui smiled as though nothing unusual was happening.

Without hesitation, she accepted the cup and drank every drop.

Qiao Ling’s smile widened.

She had mixed medicine into the tea.

Anyone who consumed it should lose strength within minutes.

Tang Sui placed the empty cup aside and asked pleasantly,

“Anything else you’d like me to do, little Qiao Ling?”

Qiao Ling didn’t answer.

She simply stood still and waited.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three.

Four.

Finally, Tang Sui tilted her head.

“Are we playing Red Light, Green Light?”

Confusion flickered across Qiao Ling’s face.

She had watched Tang Sui drink it herself.

Why wasn’t the medicine working?

After a brief pause, she gave up waiting.

She still had the knife.

Without warning, she thrust it toward Tang Sui’s shoulder.

The blade barely touched the fabric before stopping completely.

Tang Sui had already caught her wrist.

With a gentle squeeze—

The dagger slipped from Qiao Ling’s fingers and clattered onto the floor.

Qiao Ling instinctively opened her mouth to scream.

Instead, Tang Sui pulled her onto the bed and covered her lips firmly with one hand.

Pain exploded through her wrist.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

It had to be broken.

She couldn’t understand it.

She already had a weapon.

So why did Tang Sui still dare fight back?

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Pinning Qiao Ling beneath her, Tang Sui looked down with her usual gentle smile.

“You really went through with it.”

“Little Qiao Ling…”

“You’re a very naughty child.”

“I’m not happy right now.”

The protagonists in this world truly had no understanding of how terrible their actions were.

Qiao Ling struggled desperately.

But the agony in her wrist made every movement feel impossible.

Her entire body trembled.

Her vision blurred with tears.

Yet she could still hear Tang Sui’s pleasant laughter.

“This is already the third time.”

“Have you still not learned?”

“People who are foolish…”

“Cruel…”

“And enjoy hurting others…”

“Should be punished.”

Unable to cry for help, Qiao Ling could only watch as Tang Sui rolled up her clothing, exposing the skin along her side.

Something cold brushed lightly across it.

Sharp.

Metallic.

Fear surged through her.

She couldn’t see what Tang Sui was doing.

“I’m going to carve some words on you.”

“Little Qiao Ling.”

The gentle sentence made her eyes widen instantly.

She struggled violently.

“No…”

“No!”

A sharp pain suddenly sliced across her skin.

Tang Sui spoke softly.

“How about the word…”

“Slave.”

Qiao Ling could only sob desperately beneath the hand covering her mouth.

Pain.

Fear.

Hatred.

The three emotions tangled together until they became something deeper.

Something obsessive.

As the knife moved across her skin, one thought rooted itself permanently inside her heart.

Tang Sui.

The face of the woman before her became etched into her memory forever.

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Qiao Ling had rarely feared anything.

Born into the Qiao and Farol families, she had grown up surrounded by privilege.

From childhood onward, everyone told her the same thing.

“You’re part of the Qiao family.”

“You’re part of the Farol family.”

“Do whatever you want.”

“No one can stop you.”

So she had.

No one had ever objected.

How could someone like Tang Sui…

Someone she considered worthless…

Dare resist her?

Dare carve the word slave onto her body?

Her entire body trembled uncontrollably.

For the first time in years—

She felt genuine fear.

Tang Sui removed her hand from Qiao Ling’s mouth.

“Little Qiao Ling.”

“Are you scared now?”

“Will you still do bad things?”

Qiao Ling stared blankly upward.

Instead of answering, she whispered hoarsely,

“I want to cut that piece of flesh away.”

“If it stays on me…”

“I’ll go insane.”

Tang Sui blinked.

That response was unexpected.

She had assumed Qiao Ling would beg for mercy.

Instead…

She remained strangely calm.

Perhaps the poor girl had simply been frightened too badly.

Picking up a pair of pajamas from the bed, Tang Sui carefully wiped away Qiao Ling’s tears.

Then she leaned closer to study her eyes.

Clear.

Bright.

Like polished gemstones.

Not the eyes of someone she would have called stupid.

Humans really were strange.

They could commit terrible acts…

And still believe themselves innocent.

Tang Sui gently pinched Qiao Ling’s chin.

“Little Qiao Ling.”

“You still haven’t answered me.”

“Will you keep doing bad things?”

Qiao Ling’s breathing remained uneven.

One wrist still throbbed with unbearable pain.

The cut at her waist had gone almost numb.

“I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Even through tears, her voice sounded oddly pitiful.

A knowing smile touched Tang Sui’s lips.

“So that’s how it is.”

“You truly believe that.”

Then she leaned down and whispered beside Qiao Ling’s ear.

“You tied Song Fanxing to a chair.”

“You poured cold water over her.”

“You tried to smash me with a baseball bat.”

“All of those…”

“Are bad things.”

Qiao Ling stared directly at the pale neck before her.

“You deserved it.”

“It was punishment.”

She spoke matter-of-factly despite the sobs.

“And carving words onto me…”

“You’ll be punished even more.”

The instant she finished speaking, hatred flashed through her eyes.

She lunged forward—

And bit deeply into Tang Sui’s neck.

Blood immediately filled her mouth.

Tang Sui sighed.

She truly hadn’t expected this stubborn little lunatic to possess such determination.

It almost felt as though Qiao Ling wanted to tear away a piece of flesh.

Succubi weren’t invulnerable.

Their skin wasn’t bulletproof.

It was merely softer than ordinary human skin.

More troublesome still…

Losing too much blood made maintaining a human disguise difficult.

Tang Sui pinched the back of Qiao Ling’s neck.

Forced to release her bite, Qiao Ling leaned back.

Blood stained her lips.

A mixture of saliva and crimson slowly trickled down her chin.

She looked utterly disheveled.

Almost sickly.

Yet when she saw the deep bite mark left behind…

She smiled.

The wound wouldn’t disappear.

Just like the word Tang Sui had carved onto her.

Tang Sui was a terrible person.

Looking up again, Qiao Ling realized something was wrong.

Tang Sui still wasn’t angry.

She was smiling.

Always smiling.

Why?

Her pupils slowly widened.

Within them…

Tang Sui’s appearance began to change.

The black hair turned silver from the roots downward.

Dark eyes transformed into brilliant violet.

Two sharp horns slowly emerged beneath her bangs.

Then—

With a heavy rush of air—

Massive black wings unfolded behind her, blocking out the light.

Tang Sui laughed softly.

“There’s no helping it.”

“You’ve seen my secret now.”

Silver hair.

Purple eyes.

And beauty far beyond anything human.

Qiao Ling’s thoughts froze.

Like the demons described in ancient scripture—

Beautiful.

Dangerous.

Capable of luring people into ruin.

No wonder she had failed every single time.

Tang Sui wasn’t human.

“She’s a demon…”

The realization struck with absolute certainty.

Looking directly at Tang Sui, Qiao Ling asked calmly,

“Are you going to kill me?”

Tang Sui sat lightly atop her and looked down from above.

“If I said yes…”

“What would you do?”

Qiao Ling smiled brightly.

“Then make sure you finish the job.”

“Otherwise…”

“I’ll tear off your wings.”

“Lock you inside my dollhouse.”

“And torture you forever.”

Tang Sui gently pressed one finger against Qiao Ling’s chest.

“You see?”

“That’s another bad thing.”

“You want to imprison me.”

“And hurt me.”

Qiao Ling’s eyes reddened again.

“It isn’t bad.”

“You refused to listen.”

“So you deserve punishment.”

Tang Sui fell silent.

Correcting Qiao Ling’s twisted values might prove far more difficult than she had imagined.

The characters inside the novel…

Were no longer just words printed on a page.

They had become real people.