Song Ling approached, as if he had not seen me, and handed Tang Yanyan a bottle of mineral water.

He unscrewed the cap very thoughtfully.

Tang Yanyan was excited and showed a provocative smile at me, and was about to drink it.

"Wait."

I interrupted.

But she thought I was just jealous, put down the water bottle, and taunted me.

"Siyi, do poor students even have the qualifications to drink mineral water?"

She said it with a strange mix of sarcasm and insinuation.

But I knew that she was trying her best to create a malicious image of me in front of Song Ling.

Since that was the case, I could only go along with her.

So, I raised my hand and made a gesture of 'please help yourself'.

Tang Yanyan was very happy and shy, looked at Song Ling, and took a big sip.

Then, her smile froze and gradually turned painful.

She shakily reached out to me, trying to grab my sleeve, but was pushed away by the bodyguard.

"Woo woo woo woo woo——"

She covered her mouth in pain and begged me for help, "Help...me."

As her mouth opened and closed, a trace of blood oozed out.

My eyes fell on the bottle of mineral water she was holding, and under the sunlight, it was filled with small fragments of glass.

The next moment, the mineral water was taken away by the bodyguard to handle.

While Song Ling took out a tissue from his pocket and casually wiped his hands.

Just now, when Tang Yanyan took the water, she touched his hand.

"She deserves to die."

This explanation, full of grievances and stubbornness, came from Song Ling, who looked like he had done something wrong.

My sense of powerlessness in my heart became even heavier.

This lunatic whom I tried so hard to redeem, is it really worth it?

Tang Yanyan was taken to the hospital.

I took Song Ling to the hospital to treat his burn.

We sat in the corridor, and I glanced at his swollen fingers, asking softly, "Why did you do that?"

Song Ling still kept his head down, as usual, and remained silent.

The bodyguard quickly stepped forward to explain, "That lady disrespected you, criticizing you in front of young master."

I raised an eyebrow and looked at the bodyguard, "What did she say?"

The bodyguard fell silent for a moment and replied seriously.

“Miss Tang said that Miss Shen is relying on her good family background and has a princess complex, treating young master disrespectfully.”

She's not wrong.

I do come from a good family and have a princess complex.

But I have never disrespected Song Ling; I have pampered him and never disrespected him. This Tang Yanyan is clearly trying to sow discord.

Song Ling has not been so angry for a long time, and it's almost certain that he will resort to violence.

I didn't expect that just by helping a poor student, I would encounter such a cunning wolf in sheep's clothing.

As I exuded a sudden cold air, Song Ling realized that I was angry again. The person who had been silent all this time suddenly desperately explained.

"I was wrong."

He lowered his head, and from my angle, his long, curly eyelashes blinked, just like a fragile doll.

I suddenly softened.

He got sick for me, and did such an extreme thing for me.

If I got angry, it would be ungrateful of me.

This time, I changed my strictness and did not criticize him.

After thinking about it, I spoke, "By doing this, it seems like you're defending me, but you actually cause me a lot of trouble. I hope you remember, violence cannot solve problems."

Song Ling nodded frantically. He did not expect me to patiently coax him.

He even approached me like a child, putting his head on my shoulder, looking so fragile that no one could associate him with the irritable and angry young master of the Song family.