HBWMA -Chapter 201 A Brazen Threat

At this question, Fu Sui’er’s eyes turned even more resentful.

“It’s not just me who knows. Brother Qingyu and Brother Lanxi also know.”

They all know?

Jiang Huashan looked confused. “How do they know?”

“There was once a banquet at Auntie’s house. She invited many second-generation officials, hoping to introduce them to Brother A-Ling. But Brother A-Ling didn’t show up that day for some reason. After the banquet ended, Auntie went to Bamboo Garden without even notifying anyone. She just happened to see Brother A-Ling lying in bed reading comics.”

“Auntie was furious. She cried and made a scene at Grandpa’s place, accusing Brother A-Ling of deliberately refusing to attend the banquet just to embarrass her. She said he was trying to ruin her reputation.”

Jiang Huashan frowned. “When did this happen? Why didn’t I know?”

Fu Sui’er replied, “You were out sketching at Xiao Shen Garden during that time.”

Jiang Huashan’s expression turned complicated. “And then?”

“Then? Auntie took the comics Brother A-Ling was reading and showed them to Grandpa in front of everyone. Grandpa only glanced at them, then immediately called Uncle and told him to take Auntie back home.”

Jiang Huashan suddenly felt her fists tighten. Ridiculous. Is Shen Guiling’s brain a computer?

Everything recorded in that sketchbook was his daily “being bullied” log. After seeing that, how could Grandpa possibly listen to a single word about Shen Guiling being bad? And worse—if the old man ever found out she was the one who drew it…

He would only believe it even more.

That damn guy!

He really knew how to use that sketchbook.

Ding—

At that moment, both their phones vibrated at the same time.

[Shen Guiling: @“Why is Xiaohua like this”, Grandpa, Shanshan and the others are hungry. Let’s eat first, then go to the infirmary.]

Jiang Huashan’s face twisted in disgust.

Just as she looked up, Shen Guiling raised his phone and snapped a photo of her—then casually sent it into the group chat.

[“Why is Xiaohua like this”: @Shen Guiling, thumbs-up.jpg]

[“Why is Xiaohua like this”: @Shen Qingyu, look at how stunned your little hua is from your hit. Your hands are too itchy. Add two more acres.]

[Shen Qingyu: ?]

Jiang Huashan let out a cold laugh. Borrowing a knife to kill—he really was good at it.

The fifth floor of the cafeteria had relatively private seating. Because it was usually occupied by elite young masters and ladies, ordinary students didn’t dare enter easily.

Due to the large space and low foot traffic, a filming crew had even negotiated with the school to set up equipment in Area A.

Right now, the production team was adjusting camera angles. When Jiang Huashan and the others walked in, the stage crew briefly thought they were new actors—staring at them in shock.

Fu Sui’er checked her phone and found their seating. Servers quickly brought out the pre-arranged dishes. Only then did the crew realize they weren’t actors at all, but actual students.

Their seating area wasn’t affected since filming was confined to Area A.

Just as Jiang Huashan and Fu Sui’er sat down, they noticed someone waving at them from the upper floor.

Guan He had already changed into a black casual outfit, a military-grade telescope hanging around his neck. He leaned lazily against the glass, waving enthusiastically.

Fu Sui’er frowned. “Why are they here too? Doesn’t Zhou Yanheng usually not eat in the cafeteria?”

The upper level belonged to Area C. Zhou Yanheng and a group of elites occupied most of it—likely either avoiding filming or deliberately watching the show.

Because of Guan He, others also noticed the striking group below.

Jiang Huashan stood out with her stunning peach-blossom eyes, still youthful but already breathtaking.

Yet even beside her, Shen Guiling remained uniquely striking.

He was like spring rain in April—gentle and luminous, yet carrying the heat of summer underneath. The contradiction made him even more captivating.

“What’s Guan He looking at? Didn’t Shen Guiling get scared into transferring to Meilian High as an exchange student? Why is he back early?”

Guan He shrugged lazily. “Who cares.”

The boy followed his gaze and looked toward Jiang Huashan.

Sensing the malicious attention, Fu Sui’er frowned. “He’s been staring at you. What does he want? Is he going to trouble you because of that anonymous post on the school forum?”

Jiang Huashan smiled faintly and waved at the server.

“Excuse me, please send this to the guy upstairs with the telescope. Oh—and this note too.”

The server glanced up at the boy and silently accepted the food container and note.

“Bro, someone’s sending you something.”

The group upstairs immediately started teasing.

Fu Xiaoxiao, who already disliked Jiang Huashan, seized the chance. “Brother Guan He, what did she send? A love letter? Let us see!”

The noise spread quickly.

Guan He wasn’t that narcissistic. They had only met a few times, and she already had a boyfriend—why would she send him something?

But if it wasn’t admiration… then what? A threat?

Zhou Yanheng sat in the center seat, calmly lifting his cup of water.

Guan He opened the container—and his expression changed instantly.

A bowl of thick, sticky white porridge.

The memory hit him like a punch. That morning’s “rice soup rain” flashed vividly in his mind, and his stomach churned violently.

With suppressed nausea, he opened the note.

Only one line.

—“If you dare keep looking, I’ll make my grandfather believe that you were the one who turned Shen Qingyu gay.”

“!”