She curled her lips. "Call my mother and tell her that I won't be going home for lunch. I am returning to class today."

"That... But your leg hasn't recovered yet, Big Miss. What if you fall or bump into something? Also, if the Madam finds out that you're not going back, she's going to be angry..."

"Are you questioning my decision?"

The pitiful-looking girl lifted her eyes. They were black, cold, and filled with darkness.

The woman felt a chill down her spine. "N-no, that's not it. I was just—"

Before she finished, she was ruthlessly interrupted by Song Jingwan.

"Take me to the school building and you can leave."

"How can I do that? No! I can't!"

The woman was dismayed; she couldn't understand Song Jingwan's decision at all.

If she got injured again, it may cause permanent damage.

Song Jingwan was annoyed. She furrowed her brows and coldness swept across her pale face.

"You're fired! Now, get lost!"

"Big Miss—"

"Do you want me to repeat myself? Get lost, immediately!"

After speaking, she took control of her electric wheelchair and headed for the school.

The woman stood there dumbfounded. She didn't know what to do. She was confused and aggrieved.

She really needed this job. In the beginning, she actually thought she was quite lucky to have found this job. After all, her client seemed to have a gentle and kind personality. Only after a few days of interaction did she realize that everything was an illusion.

The soul hidden underneath this delicate face was messed up, crazy, and sick.

She even fired her for simply showing concern...

Song Jingwan's classroom was on the third floor. By the time she struggled up the stairs on one foot, her body was covered in sweat as though she had just been soaked in water. When the wind blew, the cold pierced through to her bones.

Her face was pale without any life.

When Song Jingwan arrived at her classroom, it caused quite a commotion.

"Jingwan?!"

"Class President, you're back!!"

"Oh my God, what happened to your hands and your leg? There were rumors that you had gotten into a car accident. Was this caused by that? We wanted to visit you, but we didn't know which hospital you were in."

Everyone was flustered.

Song Jingwan pressed her lips together and smiled slightly.

"I'm fine. They're just small injuries."

An Ruoyao held onto her arm and stared at her. "How is this just a small injury? Oh, Jingwan, did you come here on your own? Didn't anyone escort you?"

Song Jingwan shook her head weakly. "I don't think I can walk any longer, can you help me to my seat?"

"Oh, okay..."

Huo Ningxi lifted his gaze from his books and analyzed Song Jingwan.

He took a deep breath and walked over to her side. "I'll help you."

"Huh?" Song Jingwan was surprised as though she never expected Huo Ningxi to help. Her eyes even turned red in joy. "Thank you, Ningxi, I thought..."

What did she think?

Huo Ningxi panicked.

Before this, he and Song Jingwan used to have a good relationship. They also got along well. Unlike Song Yaoyao, Song Jingwan wasn't violent. She was gentle and submissive.

"Did you come up on your own?"

Huo Ningxi's voice was deep as he half-carried Song Jingwan to her seat.

Song Jingwan spoke carefully as though she was afraid of angering him. "Yes, I was planning to come for a visit at first, but as soon as I stepped foot into the school, I realized how much I missed everyone..." When she said this last part, she looked at Huo Ningxi. The love in her eyes could not be concealed. "That's why I came up here. Actually, I wasn't— Cough, cough, cough."