Chapter 6
Edward Quan ·
“Third, post a public apology in the class group and state clearly what you did.”
“If you do all three things, I won't pursue this any further.”
Song Kehan's eyes widened.
“Fifty thousand?”
“Wanning, are you robbing me?”
“I only drove it a few times. I didn't damage the car. Why should I pay fifty thousand?”
I laughed.
“Why?”
“Because you took my car, worth over a million yuan, to pick up men and go clubbing.”
“Because you brought a stranger into my car and did things that weren't exactly clean.”
“Because you used my car to show off and made countless people think it was yours.”
“Do you still want to ask why?”
Song Kehan had no answer.
After a long while, she gritted her teeth.
“I don't have fifty thousand.”
“Then we'll call the police.”
I turned to leave.
“Wait!”
Song Kehan called after me.
“I… I can pay you in installments.”
“One thousand a month—no, ten thousand a month. I'll pay it all back in five months.”
“Would that work?”
I stopped and looked back at her.
“All right.”
“But we'll sign an agreement. For every day you're late, you'll owe a one-percent penalty.”
“And the public apology is nonnegotiable.”
Song Kehan closed her eyes.
Humiliation was written all over her face.
But she had no choice.
She could only nod.
“Fine. I agree.”
**Chapter 6**
That evening, Song Kehan posted a long message in the class group.
The title was “My Mistake and My Apology.”
It went something like this:
“Hello, classmates and professors. I'm Song Kehan.”
“Today I want to offer a sincere apology to everyone, especially Lu Wanning.”
“I've done several terrible things recently.”
“I had a spare key made for Lu Wanning's car and used her vehicle repeatedly without permission.”
“I drove her car around and lied to people, pretending it was mine so I could pass myself off as a rich heiress.”
“I also brought other people into the car and did things I shouldn't have.”
“All of this was my fault. Lu Wanning had nothing to do with it.”
“I deeply regret betraying Wanning's trust and everyone's good opinion of me.”
“I'll take full responsibility, compensate Wanning for her losses, and accept the school's disciplinary action.”
“I hope everyone can learn from my example and avoid doing something they'll regret for the rest of their lives.”
“I'm sorry.”
The group exploded as soon as she sent it.
Hundreds of messages flooded the screen.
“Damn, is this for real?”
“Song Kehan actually did all that?”
“I knew it. Her family is totally ordinary—where would she get a Mercedes G?”
“So she stole Lu Wanning's car to show off.”
“That's disgusting. She even brought people into Wanning's car. Wanning must feel sick.”
“She has no shame at all.”
Zhou Jia sent a message, too.
“Song Kehan, did you use the money you borrowed from me to keep up this rich-girl act?”
Song Kehan didn't answer.
Zhou Jia sent another message.
“Since you're not saying anything, I'll take that as a yes.”
“Song Kehan, we need to settle what you owe me.”
“You borrowed seven thousand yuan from me and promised to pay it back in a month. It's been two months already.”
“When are you going to repay me?”
Then other people she'd borrowed money from started speaking up.
“Damn, she borrowed a thousand from me, saying she needed to buy textbooks.”
“She borrowed five hundred from me to treat an upperclassman to dinner.”
“Count me in. Two thousand, because something had happened at home.”
“Damn, we've all been scammed.”
The group descended into chaos.
More than a dozen people demanded their money back.
Altogether, it came to thirty or forty thousand yuan.
Song Kehan finally showed up.
“I'll pay everyone back. I promise.”
“But you have to give me time.”
“I have to repay Wanning first. She lent me the most.”
“I'll pay everyone else back one by one.”
Some people weren't having it.
“Why should you pay her first?”
“We're all in the same boat. Pay back whoever lent you money first!”
“Exactly. Pay us in the order you borrowed it!”
Song Kehan panicked under the pressure.
“Because Lu Wanning is going to sue me!”
“If you want to sue me too, then go ahead!”
“I don't have a cent right now. I might as well go to jail!”
“Then none of you will get your money back!”
She was acting like someone with nothing left to lose.
The group had no answer.
It was true.
If they forced her into prison, they'd have even less chance of getting their money back.
At that point, our academic adviser stepped in.
“Everyone, settle down.”
“Song Kehan, have you borrowed money from all these people?”
“Make a list of the exact amounts, and have each person message me privately.”
“I'll report it to the school and see whether we can deduct it from your scholarship and student aid.”
“Also, the school will contact your parents.”
“They need to know about this.”
When Song Kehan saw that message, she panicked.
“Professor, could you please not tell my family?”
“If my dad finds out, he'll beat me to death.”