"The parent-teacher meeting is happening tomorrow, your parents must come over!"

"I have no parents!"

The class teacher looked at the troublesome student before her, head throbbing with pain, who although could pull strings to enter any university in A City, stubbornly refused to leave, had already repeated senior year twice, and was now preparing to repeat for a third year.

"Song Anjiu, I need to talk to your parents!"

Today's mock exam, this brat scored single digits across six subjects, completely sabotaging the event. Most important, she had stirred up a big mess today.

This girl came from a complex background. Her family was well-known in A City. Her parents divorced when she was very young, and now they both had their own families and new children, almost neglecting her.

But it was also because she was too rebellious, lawless, and uncontrollable.

Everything she wasn't supposed to do, she would insist on doing, like specializing in humanities but choosing science subjects; having beautiful, long, straight black hair but cutting it short like a boy, dyeing it blonde, smoking, drinking, fighting, flirting with handsome guys, doing all the things a bad student would do without missing a single one.

"If you want to call, call yourself!" Song Anjiu replied with impatience, turning to leave.

The class teacher slammed the desk, "Stop right there, what kind of attitude is that! Today, you beat up Xue Hao, and it's already your third major demerit this year! If this isn't handled properly, the school has complete grounds to expel you! We must give the other party an explanation!"

"I know your family has money and power, but the person you hit is not someone to provoke either! If this really escalates, no one can keep you here!"

A crack finally appeared in Song Anjiu's indifferent expression, she truly didn't care, and didn't mind dropping out either.

However, she didn't want to leave school. That was the only thing she didn't want.

But having just had a complete falling out with them, she definitely wouldn't go back and ask for their help, and even if she did, she'd only receive indiscriminate scolding.

The class teacher sighed, "You should grow up, do you plan to continue being self-destructive like this?"

Song Anjiu looked somewhat dazed, was there anything in this world that would make her stop being self-destructive?

Was there someone, for whom she wanted to become better, to become someone he would like?

No.

What was the point in trying harder?

"Got it," Song Anjiu dropped an ambiguous response and walked out of the office.

*

After school, she returned to her empty house, her marriage home.

She spaced out for a long while before dialing the number.

"Hello..."

"Anjiu?" The man from across the ocean sounded quite surprised, not expecting her to initiate a call to him.

"..." Song Anjiu suddenly didn't know how to start.

One week ago, on her 20th birthday, she had just registered her marriage with this man at the civil affairs office, and he had to travel abroad for an emergency, gone for a week.

In fact, she had only met her so-called husband once.

It all felt like a ridiculous, uncontrollable dream.

Marrying a man eight years her senior, who she had just met, while still being a senior high school student, was probably the most rebellious act of her life.

The reason was simple; she did it because the people she hated opposed the idea, so naturally, she wouldn't refuse!

Song Xingguo was against it, Zhou Jingyi was against it, and Liang Jiajia was vehemently opposed, even going as far as to go on a hunger strike to protest and causing an uproar at home.

The moment she agreed to that man, seeing the overwhelming hate on Liang Jiajia's face, listening to her parents' remonstrations and queries, she felt a perverse sense of pleasure.

She relished it, the feeling of indulgence! Especially as her downfall brought them pain!