Chapter 22 - 021: Stand Out
On the way, after the little episode earlier, the three sitting at the back, including Song Mei, were quiet, but now they were whispering things to each other, inaudible from their previous soft discussions.
Ye Ling caught their little movements from the corner of her eye and didn’t pay them any mind. It’s all bad things anyway, and if she truly cared, she would only end up getting angry herself, which would only benefit them.
Besides, it’s not like what they say will harm her in any way. Ye Ling wasn’t as foolish as in her last life. Seeing Song Mei and the others point at her and talk quietly, she didn’t even bother to hear what they said about her, just raised her finger and cursed them, which naturally made her look like the wrong one.
Song Mei and the others would be gleeful. Thinking about it, in her past life, Ye Ling had suffered losses like this many times but never learned from them, falling into their trap repeatedly, allowing them to cause her to be scolded time after time.
As for Zhao Guodong, who sat beside Ye Ling, after he made things difficult for her earlier, he hadn’t spoken a word since. Ye Ling wasn’t worried about him; in the car, she could occasionally hear her mother’s faint voice coming from the front, as well as some praises for Ye Qian.
Ye Ling curled her lips in disdain, but she was also grateful to be reborn and able to see it all clearly, rather than showing an ugly expression whenever others praised Ye Qian, which only made the elders around say she was petty in her heart.
With the lesson from her past life, Ye Ling certainly wouldn’t make the same mistake.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Guodong, sitting next to her, looked over at some point. "Your sister looks like a princess, why are you so plain?"
Ye Ling barely lifted her eyelids to glance at him, then turned her head away, soon hearing Song Mei and the others chuckling softly from behind, evidently having overheard Zhao Guodong’s words.
Ye Ling remained silent, and Zhao Guodong wasn’t angry, but his foot under the seat kicked Ye Ling’s leg, "Are all of you from the village as timid as you are?"
Ye Ling still kept silent.
Instead, the laughter from behind, from Song Mei and the others, grew increasingly uncontrollable, getting louder, drawing occasional glances from the parents at the front.