HBWMA -Chapter 200 Isn’t This a Secret?

As soon as Jiang Huashan raised her head, Guan He’s “neck-lock photo” was right in front of her eyes.

Fu Sui’er was afraid Shen Qingyu would lose control and beat Jiang Huashan up, so she quickly stood up and blocked her. “Brother Qingyu, don’t be impulsive. Listen to Shanshan’s explanation first.”

Shen Qingyu glanced at Fu Sui’er sideways and pressed her head, pushing her back into her seat.

“Fine. Let’s see how she’s going to explain this.” He lifted his eyes and looked at Jiang Huashan.

Jiang Huashan remained steady as a rock. “What makes you think it’s me? It literally says anonymous.”

“Heh?” Shen Qingyu hadn’t expected this kid’s mental resilience to be so strong. Even now, she was still talking nonsense with her eyes open.

“Guan He doesn’t have a sister. Coincidentally, I have three—and the most unfilial one is you. If it’s not you, then who else could it be?”

Fu Sui’er immediately protested, “Who uses ‘unfilial’ to describe a sister?”

“Go stand over there.” Shen Qingyu tapped the table with a loose fist. “Apologize immediately and delete the post. Otherwise—”

“Otherwise what?” Jiang Huashan stood up, completely unbothered. “Otherwise what? Believe it or not, I’ll tell Grandpa and have him lock you in the little black room.”

At the mention of the “little black room,” Shen Qingyu’s expression instantly darkened.

No one knew where this kid had gotten the information from, but one day she suddenly learned that he and Shen Lanxi feared the “little black room” punishment. Every time they did something that displeased her, she would run to their grandfather and report them—always specifically requesting they be locked up.

The most ridiculous part was that their grandfather always sided with her. Her complaints never failed, while he and Shen Lanxi suffered endless “nighttime torment,” practically becoming saints from endurance.

Shen Qingyu narrowed his eyes. “You still dare mention Grandpa? If he finds out you’re falsely accusing your brother, do you think he’ll still help you?”

Jiang Huashan spread her hands innocently. “Don’t make baseless accusations. In court, it’s ‘whoever claims must provide evidence.’ What proof do you have?”

Shen Qingyu almost laughed from anger. She even knew about burden of proof? So she came prepared. No wonder she’d added “anonymous” despite practically revealing herself already—she was setting a trap here.

“You’re not deleting it, huh?”

Jiang Huashan looked calm and composed. “I already said it’s not me. Why don’t you suspect Sui’er? Or Shen Mianzhi? Oh right! There’s also Xiao Lanlan—didn’t she come to our school today? Maybe it was her. Isn’t she the one who loves taking secret photos?”

At this point, she was still throwing dirt around. Fu Sui’er, watching from the side, was utterly impressed and silently gave her a thumbs-up.

She had seen people argue before—but never someone this skilled at it.

Shen Qingyu’s temple throbbed violently. Jiang Huashan should never go into crime. With this psychological strength, she could kill someone on the spot and still argue she was just passing by accidentally.

“Fine.”

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Shen Qingyu couldn’t completely lose his dignity as an older brother. Grinding his back teeth, he reached out and ruffled Jiang Huashan’s hair until it turned into a bird’s nest.

“Wait until after school.”

With that, he tapped her forehead and turned to leave the classroom.

Fu Sui’er silently handed her a comb.

“Childish.” Jiang Huashan sat down expressionlessly, took out her phone, and snapped a photo of her hair. She immediately posted it in the Shen family group chat.

[@WhyIsMyNameLikeThis, Grandpa, Shen Qingyu hit me. He even messed up my hair.]

Fu Sui’er’s phone vibrated. She opened it and saw the message in the group, stunned for a moment—then immediately followed suit.

[Grandpa, it’s true. I can testify.]

After sending it, Fu Sui’er silently counted in her mind.

Three… two… one.

Ding—

[WhyIsMyNameLikeThis: @Shen Qingyu, you little troublemaker, you’ve got way too much energy. Why don’t you go pull out the weeds in the back garden instead? If you can’t clean them up, you’ll be changing clothes for me every day.]

【WhyIsMyNameLikeThis: @Shen Lanxi, Lanxi, keep an eye on this brat. If he bullies your sister again, I’ll beat you too.]

【WhyIsMyNameLikeThis: @Shen Guolin, A-Ling, take your little sister to the infirmary during break. If it’s serious, call home.]

【WhyIsMyNameLikeThis: @Shen Qingyu @Shen Lanxi @Shen Guolin, reply.]

【Shen Guolin: Okay, Grandpa.]

【Shen Lanxi: Yes.】

【Shen Qingyu: ……Received.]

“Six dots” were Shen Qingyu’s final act of stubborn pride.

At noon, as soon as the dismissal bell rang, the students of the Yingcai Building poured out like beasts breaking free from their cages.

Jiang Huashan hated crowded rush hours the most. She usually waited until most people had already left the building before slowly packing up.

Fu Sui’er knew her habits well and unhurriedly opened the campus cloud cafeteria app to browse the menu. “Shanshan, what do you want to eat today?”

As a top-tier aristocratic school in Country A, Yucai’s dining building was also extravagantly luxurious. From the first to fifth floors, cuisines from all over the world were available.

Jiang Huashan had nothing in her stomach and was starving. Without thinking, she said, “Meat.”

Fu Sui’er nodded and placed the order on her phone. “Let’s go. I ordered braised lion’s head from Huai City for you.”

They packed up their things and, just as they reached the classroom door, they unexpectedly ran into Shen Guiling.

Fu Sui’er looked pleasantly surprised. “Brother A-Ling, why are you here?”

Jiang Huashan’s brow twitched as she looked at Fu Sui’er with suspicion.

Three years ago, this guy used to think Shen Guiling was intolerable—she couldn’t stand him, always calling him “illegitimate child” this and “illegitimate child” that behind his back. Since when did their relationship become so good?

This so-called “heartthrob system” really wasn’t just talk.

Shen Guiling curved his lips slightly and lifted his phone.

Fu Sui’er immediately thought of the group message from the morning. “Brother A-Ling, are you here to take Shanshan to the infirmary? But we’ve already made plans and were about to go eat.”

Shen Guiling replied, “Then I’ll wait until you’re done eating.”

Jiang Huashan waved a hand. “Then—”

Before she could finish, Fu Sui’er jumped in enthusiastically. “Brother A-Ling, are you meeting someone? If not, come with us!”

Jiang Huashan turned to look at him.

Shen Guiling said, “Okay.”

Jiang Huashan then turned to look at Shen Guiling.

His eyes were gentle and calm. “What’s wrong?”

Jiang Huashan shook her head. “No… nothing.”

So, a two-person outing became three.

While Shen Guiling was lowering his head to check his phone, Jiang Huashan tugged at Fu Sui’er’s sleeve and deliberately fell behind half a step, whispering, “Since when did you get so close to Shen Guiling? Weren’t you always disgusted by him?”

Fu Sui’er covered her mouth and whispered back, “I used to be. But later I thought about it—since you like him, of course I should support you. Besides, after careful observation, I think Brother A-Ling is really gentle and good. He’s completely different from your uncle.”

Jiang Huashan’s eyes widened. “When did I ever say I liked him? And are you sure you actually observed carefully?”

“Huh?” Fu Sui’er’s eyes widened even more. “You don’t like Brother A-Ling? Then why do you always try so hard to make him happy?”

Jiang Huashan was even more speechless. “When have I ever tried to make Shen Guiling happy?”

Fu Sui’er protested, “Don’t deny it. Every time Brother A-Ling is isolated or bullied by others or by your aunt, you go to comfort him—and every time you manage to make him laugh. You even drew him a comic booklet just to cheer him up.”

At this, Fu Sui’er’s tone turned slightly sour, even a little aggrieved. “You’ve never drawn a comic booklet for me. And you still say you don’t like him?”

Jiang Huashan facepalmed.

This is bad.

How did this misunderstanding even happen?

The truth was, every time she saw Shen Guiling being bullied, she would deliberately go over and provoke him again—just to see what kind of reflex he would show when pushed.

But this guy was like he had evolved. Whenever he was being bullied by others, he was fine—but the moment she stepped in to provoke him, he would instantly “power up,” effortlessly dissolving her provocation and even leaving her grinding her teeth in frustration.

The comic booklet last time was exactly like that.

Wait—

A sharp light flashed in Jiang Huashan’s eyes.

“How do you know I drew a comic booklet for Shen Guiling?”

This was supposed to be a secret…