A sleek, red Ferrari parked in front of Fengshan university, which wasn't all that surprising considering how many of their students came from wealthy families. The surprising part came from the woman who elegantly stepped out of the car.
Mrs. Han turned heads as she walked. She looked much younger than her actual forties and could even pass as Han Shuya's sister. After calling Ye Yuyan to make sure Han Shuya had arrived safely in class, she decided to make her move.
She ignored the onlookers and went directly to the dean's office, where the man warmly greeted her.
With a smile, the dean offered her some tea, though on the inside his thoughts were in turmoil. He knew how important the woman before him was. For her to come without any prior notice, then it had to be something serious.
Mrs. Han took a sip of the tea, though her gaze didn't leave the dean even for a moment. "Do you have something to say to me?" she asked after setting the teacup down on the center table.
"No?" the man answered, though it sounded more like a question. He had no idea what she was talking about.
Without a word, Mrs. Han took out her phone and showed him the video of her daughter getting slapped. By another student. On college grounds. "Do you want to try again?" she asked as the video ended.
The man could no longer hide his anxious state. Sweat started forming on his forehead, which he had to wipe with a cloth before it started to drip down his face. "M-Madam, I'll call her parents and get to the bottom of it." He grabbed a phone and dialed a number. Not Xia Heru's parents', as he didn't know it. He first had to call his secretary to look it up and only then could he call them.
All the while Mrs. Han remained calm as a powder keg, her presence a constant pressure on the man's mind.
After what felt like an eternity, the line finally connected. "Hello?" spoke a man from the other side.
Before he could say anything, Mrs. Han took the phone from the dean's hands. "This is Mrs. Han speaking. If you're not at Fengshan university in half-an-hour, then you and your company will face the consequences." She hung up after saying her piece.
Mr. Xia trembled at the sound of her voice, after which he immediately rushed to the university.
Twenty-eight minutes later, an out of breath Mr. Xia burst into the dean's office. "Mrs. Han, is there anything you need from me?" he asked with a bow.
Mrs. Han didn't answer him at first, her focus being on refilling her cup. She then settled down the teacup and said, "Yes, I need an answer," before showing him the same video she showed the dean.
Mr. Xia trembled, and the blood seemed to drain from his face. What did that stupid daughter of his do? He struggled to compose himself. "Mrs. Han, I don't know how that happened, but I'm sure that my daughter didn't mean to do that. Regardless I'll still make sure to discipline her for her behavior."
Mrs. Han sneered at his words. "She didn't mean to? Then explain this to me." She then moved to another video, this one from the dormitory where Xia Heru confesses to all of her wrongdoings.
Mr. Xia once again lost his composure. He could say nothing, though inwardly he cursed Xia Heru's behavior.
"You know, I had your daughter investigated after this came to my attention. Apparently, this wasn't an isolated case. In high school, a girl got a higher grade than her. Xia Heru had that girl beaten up."
"Mrs. Han—"
"Shut your mouth when I'm talking!" she snapped. "My daughter came home with her face swollen yesterday, but she refused to tell me who did it. That's for you to see how kind she is." She paused for a second to let her words sink in and also to emphasize her next words. "But I am not."
I will not allow anything bad to happen to my daughter, so you better listen well. You're gonna take that piece-of-shit, psychopath daughter of yours and send her out of the country. You can drop her off in the middle of the ocean for all I care. But if I ever even hear of her again..." She looked him dead in the eye. "Your company. Your family. Your life. I will destroy it all. Get that?"
Mr. Xia could only meekly nod.
"Good. Now get to work."
Mr. Xia quickly stood up and scrambled out of the room.
'I hope to never see him again,' she thought. 'Speaking of which,' she turned to the barely-moving dean. Maybe he had hoped that she would forget he was there. "For your own sake, I better not have to come back here." With that, she strode out of the room.