Ten Day Ultimatum Chapter 200

Chapter 200 Unadulterated Evil

"It’s all my fault for being careless..." Chen Ting said, looking upset. "How could I drop a new phone like that? I’m so dumb."

Yes, you’re definitely dumb—coming to ss with . Although I no longer had Qu ge’s protection, dealing with the likes of you sluts was still nothing.

Those three years were pure torture for . Not only did I have to study childcare theory, but I also had to take lessons in piano and painting.

Watching those sluts study so earnestly made want to vomit.

Who could possibly like this stuff?

What’s the point of drawing well? Will it make others fear you?

No matter how well you play the piano, so what? Can you make money from it?

It seed their lives were set—pitiful and pathetic.

I’m fundantally different from them; I know exactly what I need—a powerful man can save countless efforts. Since Qu ge was no longer around, I needed to find another man.

I got to know a few of the thugs near the school gate, but honestly, they were too spineless. They didn’t even dare to pull off a robbery when I asked them to—forget about getting into a brawl.

Tough n were hard to find, so I had to choose another route.

And that was to find a rich man.

Whether it's a lawyer, doctor, or business proprietor, as long as they have money, they're my target.

Whether it's designer makeup or an expensive phone, as long as they have money, it ans I have money.

I downloaded a lot of dating apps on my phone and started to select my prey.

I have to say, this was much easier than I thought. As a high school student, all I had to do was take the initiative to make an appointnt, and those older n just couldn't seem to resist.

I’ve made a lot of money.

Those sluts in my class slave away at their studies, just to end up being bossed around by another. Their lives are downright pathetic. I can make what they can’t in a month—there’s no reason for to even consider working for others.

I finally bought makeup and a new phone.

The makeup makes more beautiful, and with the new phone, I can take gorgeous photos and keep racking in more money.

Three years passed quickly, and most of my classmates started isolating . I know it’s just jealousy because my costics never run out, and I’m always upgrading my phone.

Even if I drew with eyebrow pencil on paper or played with foundation on the wall, there’s no way I’d give my makeup to them. After all, we’re not on the sa level; I’m destined for a better life than they are. The fact that I haven’t slashed their faces over these three years is already showing them rcy.

From here on out, our paths will never cross again, and I couldn’t care less about earning their approval.

After graduation, I had more ti to pick my prey. But gradually, I realized this wasn’t such a great thing. For so reason, most n only wanted to take out once, and the money they gave was far from enough to cover my expenses.

How co I could set up dates with so many people as a student… but can’t anymore?

And why is it that the only ones I et now are broke losers? They don’t even want to pay and think this is so kind of romance.

Who do they think I, Xiao Ran, am?

They want to date without spending a di?

After three days of thinking, I found the answer—my {identity}!

My current identity isn’t great—I’m unemployed. With no proper employnt right now, isn’t what I’m doing basically the sa as being a {sex worker}?

Don't joke with . I'm nothing like those sluts who sell themselves. I’ve had an education, I’m far more refined than they are.

But what kind of identity should I give myself?

After thinking it over, I went ho and told the old hag I wanted to beco a kindergarten teacher.

And she cried again.

It’s really strange—every ti I co up with a new idea, she cries.

She grabbed my hand, said I was growing up, and promised to fulfill my wish, even if it ant selling everything they had.

But I never expected they’d really go as far as selling everything.

They used the house as collateral.

I was told my qualifications were too low, and getting a kindergarten job required so under-the-table paynts.

That doesn’t matter to ; after all, it’s not my money. As long as I can have a legitimate identity, everything else will be much easier.

After paying the principal one hundred thousand, I smoothly beca a kindergarten teacher.

And while I was there, I ran into an old high school classmate, my deskmate, Chen Ting.

But her identity was a bit different from mine. She’s now a college student, assigned to this kindergarten for her internship, while I’m already a full-ti employee.

That’s the difference between us.

She’s not as bright as , choosing the most difficult path, while I make a beeline for the shortcut.

"Xiao… Xiao Ran?" When Chen Ting saw , her expression was complicated. After a brief silence, she showed a relieved smile. "I didn’t expect to run into you here. You really do love children, huh? In the end, you still beca a kindergarten teacher."

"Yeah." I forced a smile and nodded. "We’re all the sa, aren’t we?"

On my first day at work, Chen Ting and I were assigned to the sa class. I was in charge, and she was there to assist.

I don’t understand what’s so special about these noisy kids. Why do they need to take care of them?

At lunch on the first day, I sat at the desk, playing with my phone while tweaking my profile. I needed to quickly let them know which kindergarten I worked for, making my details look more enticing.

Before long, Chen Ting pushed the door open and, after just a quick glance, her face showed displeasure.

"Hey?" She paused for a mont. "Xiao Ran, why aren’t you taking care of the kids while they’re eating?"

"What’s there to take care of when they’re eating?" I didn’t even look up, asking casually.

Chen Ting sighed, quickly rolled up her sleeves, and walked over to the children.

I glanced up and saw that most of those annoying kids couldn’t even use their spoons properly. Rice and soup were scattered everywhere, and one child wasn’t eating at all—just sitting there crying. It was really getting on my nerves.

Why don’t they just die?

"Alright, alright..." Chen Ting said as she patted the crying little boy. "Don’t cry now, tell , what's your na?"

The little boy hiccupped, mumbling sothing I couldn’t understand.

"Chen Muran?" Chen Ting asked with a smile. "If you stop crying, I’ll tell you a secret."

The boy sniffled a few tis and, sure enough, stopped crying. "Wh—What secret?"

"My last na is also Chen!" Chen Ting slowly picked up the spoon and placed it in the boy's hand. "Did you know? Among all the people with the last na Chen, none of us cry while eating, so you should stop doing that, too."

The little boy stared blankly at Chen Ting, not saying a word.

"If you don’t believe , think carefully—doesn’t your dad also have the last na Chen?" Chen Ting’s voice was so gentle, and many of the children in the class quieted down to listen to her. "Doesn’t your dad also eat without crying? As a little man, you have to learn to eat on your own, so you can grow up tall, just like your dad."

"Mm..." The boy looked hurt but nodded seriously.

Disgusting.

I shook my head. Truly disgusting.