Stealing ML’s White Moonlight C22

Chapter 22

Shen Lihuan’s eyes turned cold. People who abuse animals truly deserve to die. They build their pleasure on the suffering of animals, gaining a sense of achievement or venting their resentment through cruelty. Such people are simply psychopaths.

She gently stroked Xiaomei. “It’s okay now. From now on, you’ll stay with us. No one will dare to harm you.”

Xiaomei gazed at her with big, watery eyes and snuggled into her embrace affectionately. “If I stay, does that mean I have to compete with Xiaolu for Little Master? Xiaolu is my friend—I can’t be an ungrateful dog.”

Hearing this, Xiaolu was so touched that its nose felt sour. It let out a soft whimper and wrapped its tail around Xiaomei’s body. “Xiaomei, don’t worry. Even if you become Little Master’s pet, she won’t be taken away from me. She will still love me just as much as before. Right, Little Master?”

Afraid that Xiaomei wouldn’t believe it, Xiaolu even made Shen Lihuan confirm it.

Shen Lihuan curled her lips into a smile and tapped Xiaomei’s nose. “Yes, I will spoil Xiaolu just like before, and I will also dote on you just as much.”

“That’s wonderful, Little Master! From now on, you will be Xiaomei’s master for life.”

Xiaomei was so happy that it kept whimpering excitedly, almost rolling around in Shen Lihuan’s arms. After calming down a bit, it licked the back of her hand to show affection. “Master, my name was given by my previous mistress. But now, you are my master. Can you give me a new name?”

That previous mistress was so cruel and even abused Xiaomei. Xiaomei didn’t want to keep the name she had given.

“A new name…” Shen Lihuan stroked Xiaomei’s white fur, thought for a moment, and said, “I’ll call you Snow… wait, Xiaomei, are you a boy or a girl?”

As she spoke, she was about to lift Xiaomei’s legs to check, but Xiaomei blushed furiously—at least, if a dog’s face could show it. “Master, Xiaomei is a cute little boy!”

Saying that, Xiaomei buried its face into Shen Lihuan’s embrace. Shen Lihuan was momentarily stunned, then found the situation rather amusing. How could a boy be named Xiaomei (“Little Beauty”)?

But considering its looks, the name actually suited it.

“Since Xiaomei is a boy, I’ll give you a more powerful name. How about ‘General’?”

Before General could even react to his new name, Xiaolu was already rolling on the floor. “Why? Xiaolu is also a cute little boy! Why can’t I have a powerful name too?”

Shen Lihuan had the urge to cover her face. Xiaolu, don’t you know your master is terrible at naming things?

To calm the sulking Xiaolu, Shen Lihuan agreed to rename him as well. After racking her brain, she finally came up with “Overlord.”

That was definitely a powerful name…

Overlord was thrilled with his new name. His enthusiasm was evident in his appetite, which suddenly doubled.

While the two little ones played, Shen Lihuan turned on her computer and started looking up information on Gu Qingrong.

Soon, the search results appeared. Shen Lihuan browsed through them one by one and found that there was a lot of information about Gu Qingrong online.

Gu Qingrong was the eldest daughter of the Jinyue Group and a graduate of Imperial Capital University. At 25, she married He Xi, the eldest son of the He family, and in the same year, she established the Qingrong Charity Foundation, dedicating herself to philanthropy. It was rumored that her admirers, in support of her cause, had donated huge sums to the foundation.

Over the past decade, the Qingrong Charity Foundation had built nearly a hundred elementary schools, more than a dozen orphanages, and several elderly care centers. It was highly trusted by the people of the capital and was the top choice for donations.

At the bottom of the page, Shen Lihuan noticed a particular passage:

“Beauty will eventually fade, but a beautiful heart lasts forever. Ms. Gu Qingrong not only possesses a beautiful face but also a kind and noble soul. She is truly a gift from the heavens. No wonder those she has helped affectionately call her ‘Fairy’ and ‘Bodhisattva’…”

So, “Fairy Qingrong” was indeed Gu Qingrong. Everything matched up.

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Monday arrived again.

As soon as Shen Lihuan stepped into the classroom, she noticed that her classmates seemed far more tense than usual. Some were furiously copying notes, others were wailing in despair, and some were clutching their books while loudly reciting English vocabulary…

If she wasn’t sure she had entered the right classroom, she might have thought she had walked into the wrong place.

Placing her bag on the desk, Shen Lihuan turned to look at You Changqing, gesturing toward the other students. “Good morning, Changqing. What’s going on with them? It’s like a chaotic dance of demons.”

After a whole day without hearing Shen Lihuan’s familiar greeting, You Changqing finally experienced what it truly meant to miss someone so much that a single day felt like three years.

She blinked her clear eyes and smiled. “Good morning, Lihuan! They’re cramming for today and tomorrow’s monthly exams.”

“Monthly exams?” Shen Lihuan raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Realizing that Lihuan was still new to Ming High and might not be familiar with its rules, You Changqing closed her book and explained, “Ming High has a monthly exam every month. According to the teachers, it’s a way to test how much we’ve learned. If you fail, you have to copy the entire test ten times.”

Copy the entire test ten times?

No wonder everyone was so anxious. A single test was eight pages long—ten times would be eighty pages…

Ming High was ruthless.

Shen Lihuan could already feel her hands cramping.

“You won’t need to copy it ten times, will you?” You Changqing teased, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

Shen Lihuan suddenly had the urge to pinch that slightly raised chin of hers. She rubbed her thumb and held back the impulse. “Of course not. The word ‘failure’ doesn’t exist in my dictionary.”

Watching Shen Lihuan’s confident and domineering demeanor, You Changqing’s ears quietly turned red.

Shen Lihuan stared at her pink-tinted earlobes for a long time, her gaze darkening. Then, in a swift motion, she pinched You Changqing’s earlobe.

Startled, You Changqing inhaled sharply and jumped up like a frightened cat.

“You! You… what are you doing?”

Too flustered to finish her sentence, she stammered. The commotion drew the attention of their classmates, but Shen Lihuan casually slid one hand into her pocket and draped the other around You Changqing’s shoulders, shielding her from their stares.

Looking at her wide, startled eyes, Shen Lihuan licked the tip of her teeth. So cute—just like a little scared kitten. If she had a tail, it would probably be puffed up right now.

With an innocent expression, Shen Lihuan asked, “What’s wrong?”

“You… why did you suddenly pinch my earlobe?” You Changqing whispered, her voice filled with grievance. Didn’t she know her earlobes were sensitive?

“I just saw something stuck to your earlobe and wanted to help you get it off,” Shen Lihuan lied with a perfectly serious face, even glancing at her with a hint of grievance. “I didn’t expect you to react so strongly.”

Just as You Changqing began to doubt whether something had actually been stuck on her earlobe, Shen Lihuan leaned in and whispered, “So… your earlobe is your sensitive spot, huh?”