She was almost forcing herself to smile.

Other parents exchanged glances, wanting to ask their own children but hesitating, as none of them dared to offend the Song Family. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

After all, their family had economic ties with the Song Family, whose company was far larger than theirs.

Song Yang glanced at Su Ni, who was also looking at him. Then, she lowered her head and remained silent.

The anger Song Yang had felt earlier about her taking matters into her own hands instantly dissipated.

He found it strange; why wouldn’t Su Ni say anything?

Since she wasn’t speaking up, even what he said was brushed off lightly by Mo Zilan.

The matter was thus finalized and concluded.

The parents only knew that things were very serious at this moment. They exchanged glances.

"Director, is there really no room for negotiation on this issue?"

"None. It’s settled. We’re notifying you now—do you plan to process their withdrawal today or tomorrow?"

Several parents actually knew that Xinhua Middle School was famous for its strict rules, but they hadn’t thought it would be this severe.

Mo Zilan hadn’t expected this either.

Previously, when Song Yang and that girl from the Yun Family did such a thing in the storage room, the Song Family had invested a lot of money in the school, and the school had turned a blind eye. Why wasn’t that the case now?

"Director, is there really no other way?"

After the other parents left, Mo Zilan asked the disciplinary director.

The director shook his head. "There’s no way. Song Yang repeatedly ignored school rules time and again. Such a student—we can no longer teach him at this school."

How could it have come to this...

Leaving the office, Mo Zilan slapped Song Yang across the face. "Are you trying to drive me to madness? Look at us—your father and I work so hard, spending all that money on you, and you... you constantly do things like this to let us down!"

Song Yang took the hard slap without saying a word.

Covering his face, he remained silent.

After a long while, he said, "Fine, we’ll leave. What’s the phrase again? Trees move to die, humans move to thrive. If this place doesn’t welcome me, there will surely be someplace that does."

Mo Zilan was almost amused by Song Yang’s words.

But outside, she couldn’t afford to make a scene, so she shot him a vicious glare. "Hurry up and pack your things. Let’s see how I deal with you when we get back!"

Not far away, Cheng Lie quietly watched this scene unfold.

He lowered his gaze and looked at the phone in his hand.

It was him who had instructed the disciplinary director, under no circumstances, to let these students stay.

For committing such a serious offense, they naturally had to bear equally serious consequences.

Some people think that having money means they can control everything.

Little did they know—there are always people beyond people, heavens beyond heavens.

Even above the wealthy, there would always be wealthier individuals.

And there would always be someone even more capable of controlling everything.

He had made arrangements with every other school in the city. Except for the worst one, not a single school would accept them.

Song Yang returned to class to pack his things.

The other students stared at him, puzzled by why he seemed to be packing during a lesson as if preparing to leave.

Song Yang had a brief moment of realization—was he really leaving Xinhua Middle School?

Previously, he had thought he could stay at this school forever. But now that he was leaving, he would drift further and further away from Yun Sisi.

There was a deep, inexplicable feeling in his heart.

He thought of Yun Shifei again.

His heart was filled with guilt—he had wronged Yun Shifei.

In the past, Yun Shifei had treated him so kindly. When he wanted to study, she would accompany him and study with him.

But him—he had always repaid kindness with hatred, disliked her, and bullied her whenever he was displeased.

He even did things as serious as what had happened this time.

He couldn’t forget the last image he saw of Yun Shifei: her soaked from head to toe, trembling with cold, her face pale as snow.

The more he thought about it, the more guilt consumed him.

This feeling was unprecedented.

In just a few seconds, Song Yang thought about a lot of things.

He glanced at Yun Shifei’s seat, where a biology textbook was still sitting—the book she had prepared for the next lesson.

But unexpectedly, an upheaval had made it so she couldn’t come back anymore.

Song Yang clenched his teeth, his guilt roiling inside him, almost drowning him.

He looked at the items in his own desk.

An unopened set of stationery was still there. Song Yang took it and placed it directly on Yun Shifei’s desk.

He thought to himself that he must apologize to Yun Shifei personally someday.

After finishing packing, Song Yang went with Mo Zilan to the teacher’s office to complete the withdrawal procedures, then left with her.

Leaving the campus, he glanced back at the teaching building where he had spent so much time as a student.

He never expected to say goodbye in such a way.

Song Yang suddenly felt reluctant, intensely reluctant.

After this, he probably wouldn’t have the chance to see Yun Sisi again.

The teenager ran his fingers through his hair. The chilly wind blew against his face, inexplicably filling him with sadness.

"Song Yang, see if I don’t beat you to death!"

Back home, as soon as Song Yang finished explaining the situation, Mo Zilan grabbed a feather duster and swung it at him.

Song Yang jumped around like a monkey, trying to dodge the blows.

It hurt. It hurt a lot.

"Didn’t I explicitly tell you before? Don’t bully the Yun Family’s kids! Why won’t you listen? Huh? Are you truly trying to drive me mad?" Mo Zilan was livid.

Song Yang always refused to listen. Time and time again, he caused trouble—either with the Yun Family’s older daughter or with the younger one—and every time, the scandals were severe.

She was constantly cleaning up after him.

"Fine, getting expelled from school might actually be a good thing—it means you won’t make so much trouble in school anymore!" Mo Zilan said, fuming all the while.

Previously, it was that incident with Yun Sisi in the storage room.

This time, it was locking Yun Shifei in the restroom and pouring a bucket of water on her.

She had no idea how to explain this to the Yun Family.

Still, eventually, she would have to face Yun Tiancheng and the others.

Taking the initiative to apologize was the only way forward.

"Tonight, you’re coming with me to the Yun Family!" Mo Zilan decided after some thought.

She and his father were often busy with work and truly had no time to watch over Song Yang.

Cleaning up after him had worn her out to the point that she nearly wanted to kick him out of the house and pretend she didn’t have a son.

"Okay," Song Yang agreed.

He knew he should give Yun Shifei a formal apology.

The Yun Family.

Yun Shifei lay on the bed, dozing off.

She seemed to hear knocking at the door and the voice of her little sibling calling out.

She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt so heavy. No matter how hard she tried, she could only crack them open a sliver.

Ugh... based on her experience, she must be sick.

Sigh, she thought to herself, how fragile, how frustrating—being sick meant discomfort and disrupted studies.

She reflected for a while. Then, she heard the door open and Yun Tiancheng’s voice rang out: "Shifei, what’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

This afternoon, he had received a phone call—from Cheng Lie—telling him to come home earlier today.