A prestigious girls' school, universally disliked, and me? I have a billion dollars - Chapter 30

The pain brought tears to Qiao Ling’s eyes instantly. When she saw who it was, a strong killing intent flashed in her tearful eyes.

“Song Fanxing! What are you doing!” Qiao Ling asked, covering her face.

Song Fanxing blushed and pulled Tang Sui behind her to shield her, confronting Qiao Ling. “Qiao Ling, what are you doing? Why did you bring Tang Sui to a place like this and do this to her?” She rarely showed her emotions, but this time she really couldn’t control her actions.

After Song Fanxing finished speaking, she turned to look at Tang Sui and looked at her carefully. “Tang Sui, why didn’t you answer the phone?”

“I saw you being taken away by her, and I was very worried about you.”

Tang Sui blinked her long eyelashes and reached out to touch Song Fanxing’s forehead. The rolling heat instantly spread from the back of her hand; she definitely had a fever.

Tang Sui reassured her, “Fanxing, I’m fine. It’s probably because my phone ran out of battery.”

“Qiao Ling won’t hurt me now, nor will she hurt you.”

Hearing this, Song Fanxing breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s good that I wasn’t forced.” After the heavy weight in her heart was lifted, Song Fanxing felt a little dizzy.

She stared at Tang Sui in front of her, but she couldn’t hear what Tang Sui was saying.

All that was known was that Tang Sui pushed her away and walked towards Qiao Ling.

Song Fanxing suddenly felt very sad. She reached out and grasped Tang Sui’s wrist, and said in a hoarse voice, “Don’t go.”

Tears followed her words, streaming down her face from her sore eyes. Song Fanxing gripped her slender wrist tightly. “Tang Sui, don’t go near her.”

A note from the author:

Chapter 25

“Sui! I got hit!” Qiao Ling’s voice drowned out Song Fanxing’s. “It hurts!” She always expressed her emotions directly and would also whine and cry: “It really hurts. I didn’t do anything else. Why did she hit me?”

Qiao Ling lowered her hands from her face and showed Tang Sui her flushed face, tears streaming down her face. “Look, isn’t it all swollen?”

Tang Sui was a little troubled because she wasn’t very good at coaxing children.

but……

Tang Sui turned around and reached out to let Song Fanxing lean gently against her; sick people were more important.

Tang Sui turned to look at Qiao Ling and said, “Little Qiao Ling, do you want to come with me to take Fanxing to the hospital, or do you want to go back first?”

Qiao Ling frowned deeply, staring stubbornly at Tang Sui, and repeated, “My face is all swollen!”

Tang Sui: “Alright, then I’ll take Fanxing away first.” After saying that, Tang Sui reached out and wiped away Song Fanxing’s tears, “Why did you come here all by yourself?”

Song Fanxing leaned against Tang Sui, completely enveloped by Tang Sui’s fragrance and warmth. Tang Sui had chosen her over Qiao Ling.

Song Fanxing opened her tired eyelids and said, “I was worried you would be bullied. Qiao Ling is very mean.” Tears welled up in her eyes, and her thin body trembled slightly, making her hard not to feel sorry for her.

Qiao Ling stood behind the two of them, biting her lip, her face gradually contorting, her fingers clenching into fists, standing there motionless for a long time.

No one knows what she was thinking as she watched Tang Sui leave with Song Fanxing in her arms.

The night wasn’t too dark, but with autumn approaching, the temperature dropped sharply at night, and it was already quite chilly wearing just a thin shirt.

Despite feeling uncomfortable, Song Fanxing got up from Tang Sui and lowered her eyes to unbutton her coat.

Tang Sui raised an eyebrow and asked, “What’s wrong? Are you hot?” She had never been sick before, and only knew that when humans were sick, they would suffer a lot, and when they had a fever, their bodies would be very hot and their heads would be very dizzy.

Song Fanxing didn’t say anything. After taking off her coat, she handed it to Tang Sui, saying, “Your shirt is wet. You’ll be cold.”

Tang Sui was surprised for a moment; the protagonist was even more considerate and gentle than she had imagined.

Tang Sui did not refuse, took Song Fanxing’s coat and put it on, then pulled her into her arms and smiled, “This is not bad either.”

“How did someone find this place?” Tang Sui asked as she hailed a taxi on her phone.

Song Fanxing’s eyes were half-closed, her head throbbing with fever: “Iloya brought me here.”

“She’s gone.”

Tang Sui tidied Song Fanxing’s bangs, her voice light and airy: “Did she bully you?”

Tang Sui’s voice seemed to come from a very far place. Song Fanxing closed her eyes completely and rested her cheek on Tang Sui’s shoulder. “No, I am very grateful to her. She helped me find you.”

“Qiao Ling is bad, I’m afraid you’ll get hurt.”

Tang Sui was talking, but she didn’t know what she said. She was so tired and wanted to sleep.

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“Don’t do that, the stars are still there, they will be seen.”

“Xingxing, please forgive your mother?” A gentle female voice softly spoke, “Aunt Lin is very kind. My marriage with your father can no longer continue.”

“Fanxing, your mother and that bitch died in a car accident! I’m so happy.”

“Are you a family member of the patient? The patient’s chances of waking up are very slim. Please be prepared.”

The images in her dream were chaotic. Song Fanxing opened her eyes groggily and saw a blurry figure in her vision: long, straight black hair and full red lips. Who was it?

A warm touch came from her forehead; the person was wiping her face. After finishing, he got back into bed and held her tightly in his arms.

He gently patted her back, very tenderly.

Who is it, such a gentle person?

Song Fanxing woke up but fell back asleep within seconds.

When I woke up again, the surrounding light meant that day had arrived.

Song Fanxing stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, and it took her a while to come to her senses.

“Fanxing, how are you feeling?” A voice with a smile came from beside me, the last syllable drawn out, sounding soft and lingering.

It was a voice she recognized very well—Tang Sui’s.

Song Fanxing’s memories slowly entered her mind. Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she sat up and looked down at Tang Sui. “I’m sorry for causing you trouble.” Her hoarse voice sounded like it was covered in a thick layer of dust, low and suffocating to listen to.

She had a fever last night, and that blurry figure must be Tang Sui.

Tang Sui was taking care of her.

Tang Sui turned to the side, propping her head up with one hand, her eyes smiling: “It is indeed a bit troublesome.”

“I think I should ask for some compensation.”

Song Fanxing pursed her lips. Did Tang Sui need a kiss? But kissing wasn’t practical, and it wasn’t equivalent to the effort Tang Sui put in.

“Buy me another cake, please. I love chocolate cake.”

Song Fanxing was taken aback. “A cake?”

Tang Sui chuckled, sat up, and reached out to touch Song Fanxing’s forehead: “Hmm, the cake Fanxing bought is delicious.” It was at a perfectly normal human temperature, warm and cozy.

Song Fanxing asked, “Don’t you want anything else? You’ve helped me.”

Tang Sui pinched Song Fanxing’s nose and laughed, “We’re friends, Fanxing, you need to learn to accept the kindness of your friends, okay?”

“If you have to calculate everything, then you’re not a friend.”

“If I get sick next time, you can take care of me.”

Song Fanxing lowered her long eyelashes, obscuring her dark pupils. “…Okay.” A strange emotion welled up inside her, making her feel very happy. She didn’t know what that emotion was, but she rarely felt this happy.

“But Fanxing is so cute when she’s sick, she keeps pulling at me and calling for Mommy.” Tang Sui’s voice became more cheerful. “Does Fanxing miss her mommy?”

Song Fanxing shook her head. “No, it’s just that I dreamt about things from my childhood when I had a fever.” She didn’t want to say more; it wasn’t a story worth listening to.

Tang Sui didn’t ask any more questions. She reached out and hugged Song Fanxing, pulling her onto the bed. “Fanxing, sleep a little longer. I’ve asked for leave for you today.” The school doesn’t really care about these pampered young ladies, so asking for leave is very easy.

Song Fanxing struggled to get out of bed: “I can’t take leave.” The course was progressing very quickly, and she was afraid that if she missed a day, she would fall behind.

Tang Sui blinked her long eyelashes and sighed softly, “Fanxing, that’s why you have a fever.” The doctor said it was caused by overwork.

There’s a scene in the novel where Song Fanxing has a fever, but Fu Juezhou shows no pity. He cares more about what he wants than Song Fanxing’s health. Turning to Qiao Ling, Fu Juezhou says, “I’ve heard that when a person has a fever, their internal body also generates heat. Let’s try it.”

While watching, it didn’t seem like anything special, but when Tang Sui actually faced Song Fanxing with a fever and recalled this scene, she felt that the fever play wasn’t so erotic after all.

Song Fanxing rubbed her temples. “Sorry, I—”

“Sui! I’ve come to find you!” A loud shout from outside the door interrupted Song Fanxing’s words.

Song Fanxing was taken aback, then frowned, a wary glint in her eyes. How could Qiao Ling have found this place?

Tang Sui slowly stretched and got out of bed to put on her slippers.

Qiao Ling’s face was recorded last time, so Qiao Ling can come and go as she pleases.

Once Tang Sui was standing upright and no longer covered by the blankets, Song Fanxing could see clearly what Tang Sui was wearing.

A short, halter-neck dress that reached her thighs, partially concealing her stomach.

Song Fanxing turned her eyes away from Tang Sui: “Tang Sui, you go wash up and change your clothes first. I’ll go face Qiao Ling.”

Tang Sui: “No need, you go wash up first.”

However, before they could have a longer conversation, the bedroom door was knocked on by Qiao Ling’s voice: “Sui, I’m coming in.”

Qiao Ling’s voice was filled with high spirits, sounding energetic and vibrant.

She opened the door, peeked out, and when she saw Song Fanxing in the room, she clearly pouted, showing her displeasure on her face.

However, Qiao Ling only glanced at Song Fanxing before opening the door completely, squeezing her whole body inside, and rushing towards Tang Sui.

In front of Song Fanxing, he buried his face in Tang Sui’s shoulder without any hesitation.

“Sui, I forgive you for abandoning me last night.”

Tang Sui narrowed her eyes slightly. She smelled blood on Qiao Ling. It was faint, but it was definitely there. She had smelled Qiao Ling’s blood before, but this smell was from a stranger.