The Favored Heiress-Chapter 42 - Someone’s causing trouble
Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Someone’s causing trouble
Chapter 42 -42: Someone’s causing trouble
Is there a commotion?!
In the third-floor corridor of the comprehensive building, many students who had finished their defenses were also craning their necks to see what was happening.
At this moment, outside the door of classroom 307, stood a fashionably dressed and visibly angry woman.
She wore a small decorative felt hat on her head, with black hair draped over her shoulders, and appeared to be under thirty years old.
“Li Qiao, you dare to seduce my husband, yet you don’t have the guts to face me?
Such ‘exemplary’ students the South Sea Medical University turns out, you’re really a credit to your school!”
The woman’s accusatory words were harsh, and she was convinced Li Qiao was the mistress.
In the corridor, teachers and instructors who had heard the commotion came to intervene, but the door to classroom 307 suddenly opened.
The assistant from the committee looked troubled as she stood holding the doorframe, frowning as she spoke, “Madam, this is a school, not a place for you to make a scene.
If you delay the students’ defenses, can you take responsibility?”
“Then bring out Li Qiao for me, otherwise, I’m set on making a scene today!” the woman insisted, wedging her leg against the wooden door, pushing and shoving while her eyes constantly scouted the classroom.
In an instant, her gaze clashed with Li Qiao’s across the room.
The woman angrily pointed and said, “You, yes you, Li Qiao, I would recognize that face of yours even if you turned to ashes!”
At that moment, Jiang Yi, who stood at the podium, slightly lifted the corners of her mouth.
She looked down at the thesis material in her hands and suggested with feigned empathy, “Teacher, maybe we should deal with the problem first.
My defense can continue later.”
The seated teachers, with many years of teaching experience at South Sea Medical University, had never encountered such a disturbance on a defense day.
Several teachers instinctively looked at Li Qiao, their eyes filled with dissatisfaction and disappointment.
Li Qiao’s name was well-known in the field of cellular engineering, even famous.
Apart from her striking appearance, she was also at the top of her professional classes.
What a pity, such a promising student, yet lacking in character.
The post from last week had caused quite a stir at the school, and if things were not handled properly, her guaranteed spot at the research institute could be at risk.
The committee assistant looked over at Li Qiao with a troubled expression.
Before she could speak, the woman took advantage of her distraction to push open the door with a nifty move and charged into classroom 307.
“I hear today is your thesis defense day.
A student who’s a mistress, as teachers, do you still want to let her graduate smoothly?”
The woman’s eyes were sharp, and her presence aggressive.
At that moment, Jiang Yi slightly turned on the stage, her gaze falling on the woman, and pretended to defend, “Are you confused?
Although Li Qiao comes from a poor background, I’ve shared a dorm with her for four years.
I believe in her character; she couldn’t possibly be someone else’s mistress.”
Jiang Yi’s hypocritical support was, in fact, a dig at Li Qiao’s humble origins.
The woman also quickly caught on to the subtext, “Oh, so she’s a poor bitch.
No wonder my husband’s credit card gets charged tens of thousands every month.
Looks like you haven’t been shy about taking his money.”
In this situation, Li Qiao seemed to have become the target of all.
Even though the assistant teacher closed the classroom door, the ordinary wooden door did nothing to block out the sound.
The number of students outside the door had grown larger.
Then, faced with the woman’s ridicule and provocation, as well as Jiang Yi’s honeyed words with hidden blades, Li Qiao watched them emotionlessly, her brows and eyes frosted with impatience, and sighed softly, “Have you said enough?”
The woman did not notice the iciness in Li Qiao’s eyes and stepped forward to the desk in a flash, raising her hand intent on slapping her, “You still have the face to talk?
Today, I will properly teach you, the shameless mistress, a lesson.”
She stood, and Li Qiao sat, from a positional standpoint, the woman had an absolute advantage in the space to make a move.
Seeing this, the teachers exclaimed and moved forward to help, while Jiang Yi stood in place, her expression one of smug satisfaction with victory seemingly in her grasp.
