Reincarnation: From Opressed Missy to Campus Belle

“No!!” Lu Xuan screamed over the phone when he heard what Song Xueyun said.

“Ah Xuan–”

“No, Xueyun! You will not tutor that bastard! No over my dead body,” Lu Xuan cried.

“Ah Xuan, I know you will not like it if you had gotten the news from someone else, that’s why I told you that I am assigned Han Zixin for tutoring and I am not going to say no,” Song Xueyun told him her answer.

“Xueyun, if you really want to tutor anyone. Tutor me. Don’t go that bastard,” Lu Xuan said once again.

“Ah Xuan—”

“If you went tutoring him, I will believe that you informed everyone at my house that I have been injured,” Lu Xuan threatened her. He was so unscrupulous that nothing in this world was beneath him. As for who informed at his house that he had beaten someone and had bruised ribs and a bruised hand, he didn’t know yet but he was sure that he was going to burn that bastard as soon as he get the information._.

“Lu Xuan! Don’t cross your limits,” Song Xueyun coldly said.

“Now I’m crossing limits,” Lu Xuan scoffed. “Wow.”

“You know that you are being unreasonable yet you have no shame,” Song Xueyun sneered.

“What is shame? Can you eat it? Can it give you peace of mind?” Lu Xuan asked, derision dripping from his voice.

“If you hate your father’s house so much, then why don’t you go to your mother’s? At least she cares for you genuinely!” Song Xueyun shouted and he fell silent. After realising what she said, she quickly added, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean–”

“Mean to what? Scratch my wounds? Oh, you just did. What else you don’t know is how you are pouring acid on me by agreeing to tutor that boy!” Lu Xuan shouted like a madman. “Did you forget what he did to you? If I wasn’t there that motherfucking bastard would have killed you!! And that good friend of yours didn’t even bother to report the matter.”

“It was a mistake,” Song Xueyun whispered as she recalled a particular episode of her life. “He apologised to me and it’s alright now.”

“You know what?! I’m done with you,” Lu Xuan said and hung up the phone.

Song Xueyun was left staring at the phone in her hand. She didn’t know what to say. On the balcony, she sat on the ground and hugged her knees. And then, she dialled the number that she always did when she had no one to talk to.

“Let me guess you fought with that boy again,” Han Nanxian said as soon as he accepted the call.

“Nanxian, do you remember how we first met?” Song Xueyun asked in a soft voice as she felt the cool breeze against her skin with her eyes closed.

“Of course, I do,” Han Nanxian scoffed and went on, “You were crying so pitifully that day outside your mother’s ward and I couldn’t help but think if you were going to die or the patient inside.”

“You are so insensitive,” Song Xueyun muttered.

“You know what kind of person I’m,” Han Nanxian shrugged. “The facade of gentleness is too tiring for me sometimes. But I guess I’m doing a good job. Never mind, when you were crying so pitifully, I couldn’t help but you if you were fine.”

“I said that my mom was inside the surgery and if the surgery was a success, my mom will be fine forever,” Song Xueyun replied with a sad smile. “I wanted my mom to beat the illness and return to me and my dad.”

“And she did,” Han Nanxian softly replied.

Song Xueyun chuckled as she wiped a drop of tears from the corner of her eye, “When the doctor announced that the operation was a success, I flexed how my prayers and sincere heart brought my mother back to me.”

“And that’s why I asked you to wait for me outside the operation theatre when I didn’t know if I would come out alive or not,” Han Nanxian softly recalled. “You waited twelve hours outside the operation theatre without moving.”

“In the end, you beat the disease,” Song Xueyun whispered and Han Nanxian looked out of the window at the dark cottage house and felt a pang in his heart.

Oftentimes, he would wonder if it was better for him to die in a hospital bed than die every single day. The cost of his survival was so high that he felt his heart burning each passing day. If he would go back in time, he would choose to die that day rather than bear the sadness and regret in his heart. He wished that he was allowed to make a choice back then but he was only a little boy and he didn’t know how his survival had brought hurt to the only person he loved with all his heart.

“Nanxian?” Song Xueyun called out his name after a while.

“Hmm?”

“Do you know I registered for tutoring service?” Song Xueyun hesitantly whispered.

“Yeah, what about it?” Han Nanxian replied. He didn’t tell her yet that he had registered for the same service too.

“I got matched with Han Zixin,” Song Xueyun said in a whisper and his heart got squeezed in his chest.

“You are going to back off?” Han Nanxian immediately asked.

“I don’t know,” Song Xueyun said. Honestly, she didn’t know what she wanted at this time.

“Yunyun, I apologize for that day again,” Han Nanxian once again apologized for that unfortunate day. “It was my fault. Had I not excited him so much that day–”

“He was dealing with a lot that day and he was drunk,” Song Xueyun replied. “I know it. You don’t have to apologise for something I had long forgotten.”

“Then, can you please give him a fair chance? He is getting lost. He only needs someone to show him the right path and it can’t be me,” Han Nanxian said. “Yunyun, Han is on the path of becoming another Lu Xuan. We can’t save one Lu Xuan but we can surely save another Lu Xuan.”