The Goddess is Sweet and Aloof

"Xiaren, rest assured, the teacher will definitely handle this matter seriously as it concerns your reputation." Teacher Zhang patted Xiaren's shoulder comfortingly, then turned to look at Qiao Anchu, "What Xiaren said is right, these kinds of accusations demand proof. Anchu, you can't just arbitrarily tarnish someone's good name."

"I did not speak arbitrarily." Qiao Anchu bit her lip, seemingly wronged to the extent that she started sobbing on the spot.

"Teacher Zhang, Anchu would never speak irresponsibly." The girl sitting next to Qiao Anchu abruptly stood up, indignantly looking at Xiaren.

"Teacher Zhang, Anchu might have just misunderstood the situation earlier, but if Qiao Xiaren truly is innocent, how could Anchu make up such stories? There's a saying that rumors don't start from nothing, there's always a hint of truth in them. If she really did nothing wrong, why would she be nervous?"

Qiao Xiaren recognized her. This was her classmate Guo Yu, who usually got along well with Qiao Anchu.

"Guo Yu, you better stop trying to confuse everyone with claims that misrepresent the truth." Xiaren sneered, "Evidence is what matters in these situations. If you can present evidence, I'll admit defeat. Otherwise, I'll sue you for defamation!"

"You!" Guo Yu's face turned red with embarrassment, she stammered and stopped speaking.

While both sides were at a deadlock, a flash of bright red appeared at the doorway. A middle-aged woman, approximately in her forties, rushed over. As soon as she saw Qiao Xiaren, she stormed over angrily.

"You wretched girl, I can't believe you would even do something like this. I regret ever giving birth to a troublesome child like you, I should kill you today to prevent future problems!"

As the woman spoke, she raised her hand, intending to slap Xiaren.

When Qiao Anchu saw the appearance of the woman, she quietly let out a sigh of relief.

She looked at Qiao Xiaren gloatingly. This time, even if Qiao Xiaren had been skilled with words, there was no way she could defend herself!

Qiao Xiaren, with a firm grip, held the woman's wrist. She said coldly, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but who are you exactly?"

She critically looked the woman up and down. The middle-aged woman was dark-skinned, dressed in bright red with floral prints, a dirty towel wrapped around her head, and an apron tied around her waist that had long lost its original color.

The woman's wrist was gripped tightly, she tried to free herself unsuccessfully. Seeing Xiaren's pure and beautiful face, a surge of anger rose from her chest: "You wretched girl, dare to deny your own mother? If it weren't for me giving birth to you, would you even have the chance to confront me here? You better let go of me..."

At the mention of 'mother', a hint of surprise crossed Xiaren's face, but it quickly turned back to calmness.

"I have never seen a mother who tries to slap her daughter as soon as they meet." Xiaren laughed coldly and let go of the woman's hand, if she didn't know she was adopted, Xiaren would really believe that this was her biological mother.

Her biological mother, who had not seen her daughter for seventeen years, not only was there not a single word of consolation, but instead she yelled at her and even tried to slap her. Was this normal?

"Ma'am, let's discuss things calmly, don't hit the child. The matter is not yet clear, don't wrong Xiaren."

Teacher Zhang frowned, took a few steps forward, and stood in front of Qiao Xiaren. Initially, she felt that Xiaren, with her parents absent and facing such an unexpected incident alone, was truly pitiful.