CHAPTER 635: CHAPTER 635: IF ANYONE OFFENDS ME, I WILL REPAY IN KIND

Mao Xingyan didn’t dare to gamble; she was afraid she’d really be thrown out by Beijing University’s security department, and that would make her famous.

When Xinyan arrived at the dormitory, someone was gossiping about Gu Yingying: "Peiqin, everyone’s saying that Gu Yingying has a blood clot in her head and suffered a severe brain injury. Is it true?"

Jiang Peiqin raised her eyes to look at the girl: "Xinyan and I were just helping with errands. We don’t know the specifics. If you want to find out, you should ask the German class’s monitor."

Just as she finished speaking, she saw Xinyan walk in and motioned with her mouth: "Don’t believe me? Ask Xinyan."

Xinyan walked in, put her bag beside her bed, and pretended not to understand: "Ask me what?"

The girl quickly waved her hand: "No need, no need. How could I not believe you?"

After speaking, she hurriedly slipped away.

Fan Xiaoxing noticed Xinyan had changed into another wool coat and looked envious: "Xinyan, your family’s conditions are really good. Such expensive wool coats and you can even switch styles."

Xinyan didn’t respond to her comment, just handed the other coat she brought to Jiang Peiqin: "The clothes you asked me to bring have arrived. Try and see if they fit."

Originally, there were two intended for her to wear, but since Jiang Peiqin liked them, she shared one with her. She chose the red-gray plaid and left the black-white plaid for Jiang Peiqin, as it suited her usual aloofness.

Jiang Peiqin initially wanted to find a chance to ask Xinyan about her new coat, but was surprised to receive a new coat so quickly.

She quickly arrived beside Xinyan: "You really brought it over?"

Xinyan gave her a look: "You think I’m joking with you."

Then she pointed at her own clothes: "I kept the red-gray plaid; you only get the black-white plaid."

Jiang Peiqin looked at the clothes in her hand, quite satisfied: "Even if you let me choose, I’d definitely pick the black-white plaid. This style is nice."

Cui Haili saw the clothes on both of them and complimented: "These clothes look good only on tall people like you."

Zhang Zhaodi came over too: "These clothes aren’t cheap, right?"

Xinyan smiled and nodded, gesturing with her hand: "A tad bit expensive."

Fan Xiaoxing’s eyes were full of envy and jealousy: "Ah, you really can’t compare. Back in my hometown, one of your coats would probably cover a year’s expenses for us."

Though this was true, it sounded a bit bitter.

Xinyan and Jiang Peiqin exchanged a look, gaining a new understanding of Fan Xiaoxing.

Xinyan glanced at Fan Xiaoxing, thinking: She seemed like a nice girl before; how did she change so much in just a few days?

Originally, Fan Xiaoxing was a nice girl, but what Xinyan and Jiang Peiqin didn’t know was that last week she attended a hometown meeting with other classmates.

She intended to expand her network but unexpectedly, it changed her. Instead, it stirred up vanity in her.

Jiang Peiqin tried on the clothes: "I’ll keep this. I’ll pay you next week."

Xinyan nodded: "Okay."

She didn’t join the group heading to the classroom but instead went ahead to call He Jinxuan: "Hello, please help me find He Jinxuan."

"Please wait a moment."

Then she heard someone on the other side shouting: "Master Qiao, please call Captain He and tell him he has a phone call."

After a while, footsteps could be heard approaching: "Hello, I’m He Jinxuan, who’s this?"

"Jinxuan, it’s me, Xinyan."

"Yanyan, aren’t you supposed to be heading to the classroom now? Did something happen?"

"Yes, Geng Lihua’s niece came to school with a guy to find me, wanting me to advise you to drop Geng Lihua’s responsibility and ask the police to release someone."

"Did you agree?"

"Of course not, I abide by the philosophy of ’If people don’t attack me, I don’t attack them; if they do, I return the favor.’

"Alright, I’m aware of this now. Since they refuse to heed advice, they can only bear the consequences themselves."

Xinyan detected the hostility in He Jinxuan’s tone: "Be cautious."

She feared there were others present, so she didn’t dare to speak too explicitly.

He Jinxuan naturally understood Xinyan’s meaning: "Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they never forget it."