Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 193: Rotten Peach Blossom

The classroom buzzed with murmurs, snickers echoing like ripples in still water.

Aurora stepped through the door with her usual grace, head held high and posture confident, only to stop cold in front of her desk. Her eyes narrowed.

Her entire desk was covered in scribbles—nasty ones.

Insults, curses, and crude drawings marred the surface. It was obvious someone had taken their time to do this, probably enjoying every second.

A hush fell over the room as students noticed her reaction.

A few failed to hold back laughter, trying to muffle their amusement behind textbooks or their sleeves.

Aurora raised a single brow, her tone steady but cold. "Who did this?"

Silence.

The snickering returned, a few students exchanging glances like they’d just shared the world’s funniest joke.

Aurora’s lips curled into a chilling smile. "No answer? Then I’ll just have to check the surveillance footage."

Someone let out a scoff from the back.

"Oh, please," a boy muttered, "what, does she think this school belongs to her dad or something?"

"Yeah," another chimed in, "as if the school would let her waltz in and look at the cameras like she owns the place."

Aurora turned toward them slowly, eyes calm but sharp. She pointed to the vandalized desk. "This isn’t a prank. This is harassment. And if the school cares at all about its reputation, they’ll want me to find out who did it. If they don’t... I’ll just take it higher."

Her words were met with scoffs and more chuckles. It was clear—no one took her seriously. Not yet.

Then a sweet, overly saccharine voice cut through the room like a butter knife.

"Oh no, Aurora," came the faux-concerned tone, "what happened to your desk?"

Aurora didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Diana.

She pivoted slowly, gaze locking with Diana’s smug smile. Her perfect curls bounced as she walked forward, arms crossed like she had front-row seats to a show.

In an instant, Aurora knew. Diana was behind this—payback for the heated fight the day before. Typical.

Aurora massaged her forehead, already tired. "Not a single day of peace," she muttered under her breath.

Then, without warning, she stepped forward, gripped the edge of her vandalized desk... and flipped it.

The loud crash startled half the class. The desk slammed onto its side, papers flying, and a chorus of gasps followed. Everyone froze.

Aurora stood there, calm as ever, her voice cold. "Whoever did this... I’ll find you. And I’ll make you regret it."

The threat hung heavy in the air. No one laughed now.

Without another word, Aurora walked out, heels clicking against the floor with authority. Her head was high, her steps unbothered. She didn’t need their respect. She’d take it.

She was halfway down the hall, heading to the supply room to grab a replacement desk, when a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist and yanked her into a nearby classroom.

Aurora stumbled slightly, catching herself with ease, but her eyes darkened as she looked up at the boy who dared touch her.

He wasn’t someone she recognized—tall, with an awkwardly puffed chest and a face scrunched up in righteous fury. He was clearly upset.

"Who are you?" she asked, voice cool, cautious. "And why are you grabbing me?"

The boy pointed a dramatic finger at her. "Stay away from Diana!"

Aurora blinked.

"She’s my queen," he declared, as if announcing royal lineage. "She and Spencer are meant to be! You’re just interfering! Spencer loves Diana!"

Aurora stared at him.

Her face remained blank for a beat, then she sighed like she was already too tired for this nonsense.

"I see," she said flatly. "Another delusional follower."

The boy sputtered, clearly expecting more of a reaction. "H-Hey! I’m serious!"

She folded her arms. "If Spencer loved Diana, he wouldn’t be my canary."

That hit like a slap. The boy’s eyes widened. "W-What?"

"Don’t believe me?" Aurora shrugged. "Ask him yourself."

As if on cue, the classroom door burst open.

Spencer stood there, slightly breathless, eyes scanning for her. "Aurora! Are you okay?"

She nodded. "More or less."

The boy turned, eyes flitting between Aurora and Spencer in disbelief.

"Wait... is it true? Are you her canary?"

Spencer blinked at him. "Uh. Yeah?" He straightened up, almost proudly. "What, you jealous or something?"

The boy went pale, soul practically escaping his body.

Spencer gave him a lopsided grin. "You should probably go."

And the admirer did exactly that—bolted right out of the room like the floor was lava.

As silence returned, Aurora looked at Spencer and sighed. "He was Diana’s fanboy. Clearly not the brightest."

Spencer rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry... I didn’t think my rotten peach blossoms would cause you trouble."

Aurora raised an eyebrow. "Rotten peach blossoms?"

Spencer nodded solemnly. "Girls, I don’t like those who still chase me. It’s a curse." ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Aurora chuckled, despite herself.

He stepped a little closer. "If you’re mad at me... You can bully me in return."

Aurora blinked. "What?"

"I mean it," he said, face serious. "You can scold me, hit me with a rolled-up magazine, make me write apology essays—I’ll take it all."

Aurora laughed and shook her head at Spencer’s ridiculous offer. "You’re an idiot," she said, but there was a small smile tugging at her lips.

He grinned like a puppy who’d just been praised. "But your idiot?"

She rolled her eyes and walked out of the classroom. "Let’s not push it."

Spencer followed at her side without another word, and with his help, she easily located a spare bench tucked away in the storage room near the faculty offices.

Together, they carried it to her classroom.

No one dared say a word as they returned.

The desk-flipping incident had silenced most of the earlier mockery, though a few wary glances followed her every move.

Aurora didn’t care. She sat down, dusted off her skirt, and pulled her tablet from her bag.

She wasn’t bluffing earlier about the security cameras.

It took her less than five minutes to connect to the school’s internal system. A weak firewall. Sloppy encryption.

Either the IT team was lazy, or they never expected someone like Aurora to poke around.

Their mistake.

She rewound the footage from earlier that morning and quickly found the clip she needed.

Her desk—still clean at the time—sat in the frame, peaceful and untouched.

Then came the girl.

She had long, silky black hair and an angelic face that could’ve belonged in a perfume ad.

But as she leaned over Aurora’s desk with a marker in hand, her expression twisted into something far from beautiful.

Contorted with bitterness, jealousy, and smug satisfaction.

Aurora watched silently as more girls joined in, laughing, whispering, egging each other on.

The insults they wrote weren’t just random—they were specific, meant to cut deep. Sl*t.

Homewrecker. Attention seeker.

There were even crude drawings, all meant to humiliate.

But Aurora didn’t flinch. She smiled instead.

One by one, she memorized their faces. The exact order they came in. The words they scrawled. Even the girl who kept lookout at the door. She would deal with them.

Just not yet.

Tomorrow would be their turn.

Aurora copied the footage and encrypted it onto her tablet, saving backups to two different cloud drives.

She was careful. Always careful.

She wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of watching her explode. If they thought flipping a desk was all she could do, they were in for a surprise.

But she had underestimated just how far Diana’s influence reached.

After class, Aurora headed to the bathroom. Her head was clear.

She needed to calm down, wash her hands, and maybe fix her hair.

She stepped into the last stall, closed the door, and began to unzip her skirt to check the hem for chalk marks.

Click.

The sound was faint, but it echoed in the silent bathroom.

She frowned and tried the door. It wouldn’t budge.

She jiggled the lock again. Still nothing.

That’s when she heard the giggles. Whispered voices.

"Well, well," one girl said sweetly. "Look who’s trapped."

Aurora’s eyes narrowed. "Seriously?"

Another voice joined in, nasal and mocking.

"Do you have no shame, Aurora? Going after Diana’s fiancé like that? If I were you, I’d write sl*t across my own face."

The laughter swelled behind the stall door, nasty and full of smug cruelty.

Aurora’s voice was dry and calm. "No need. Everyone already knows you all are the sl*ts here."

That shut them up for a moment.

Then chaos.

"You b*tch!" one of them screamed.

And without warning, cold water began pouring from above.

They’d dragged in a bucket—maybe more—and dumped it straight into the stall.

Aurora’s breath caught. She tried to dodge, pressing against the corner wall, but it was no use.

The water drenched her skirt completely. It clung to her legs, heavy and cold.

The girls burst into laughter again, louder this time, crueler. "What, not so bold now?" someone sneered.

"Cool off a little, huh?"