Chapter 628 Get Out of the Girls’ School

**Chapter 628: Get Out of the Women’s School**

Yang Xiangdie hadn’t truly recognized Xingxing at first.

So many years had passed, and Xingxing had blossomed into a young woman who looked quite different from her childhood self.

Moreover, in Yang Xiangdie’s mind, the Yu family were nothing more than country bumpkins from some backwater—utterly beneath notice. She had never imagined encountering them in the capital—yet now, as she looked at Xingxing, a long-buried memory stirred quietly within her.

Yang Xiangdie’s face changed instantly.

Nearly a decade had passed, and she couldn’t recall Xingxing’s exact appearance. But as she stared at her, to her own surprise, the name slipped from her lips.

Her husband Hao Fu, a merchant, brightened slightly, about to ask if she knew this clearly high-born young girl—when he noticed his wife’s expression darken drastically.

Hao Fu’s stomach dropped. Seeing his wife’s unnatural reaction, he knew something was very wrong.

And earlier, what had that noble girl called his wife? *Lady Yang*?

But wasn’t his wife surnamed Sun?

Hao Fu narrowed his eyes.

Xingxing’s expression remained unchanged after Yang Xiangdie blurted out her name.

“It’s been so many years,” she said evenly. “It seems Lady Yang has been doing well.”

Yang Xiangdie went on high alert, instinctively pulling her daughter close. Her face paled and twisted with discomfort. “Y-you… what do you want to say?”

Xingxing arched an eyebrow. “I don’t want to say anything. I just think when two little girls fight, and the details aren’t even clear yet, it’s not appropriate for you to start hurling insults, is it?”

Yang Xiangdie’s face remained contorted with unease, silent for a long while.

Hao Fu, reading the room carefully, coughed lightly. “There are indeed some improprieties here… Perhaps we should sit down and discuss this properly?”

Yang Xiangdie said nothing, but the little girl in her arms angrily shouted, “She’s just a fatherless brat—”

Hao Fu hastily covered his daughter’s mouth.

An Ningxin shook with rage.

Xingxing steadied An Ningxin’s arm. Taking a deep breath, An Ningxin bit back her anger and said stiffly, “Follow me inside.”

Hao Fu was the first to comply.

In a place like the capital, nobility was everywhere. Though it was unlikely for such figures to visit a poor district’s humble courtyard, this young girl’s bearing and looks clearly didn’t belong to an ordinary household.

He needed to be extremely cautious—size up the situation and investigate their background thoroughly.

Reluctantly, Yang Xiangdie took her daughter’s hand and followed.

When they had all taken their seats, An Ningxin said stiffly, “My daughter’s arm is broken, and my maid is attending to her. No tea will be served—forgive us.”

Hao Fu instinctively glanced at Zhao Ying, standing behind Xingxing.

As if to say, *Isn’t that a maid right there?*

An Ningxin was furious: "Zhao Ying isn’t someone you can boss around!"

Hao Fu's ears twitched as he sneered, "She’s just a maid—what’s the big deal?"

An Ningxin glanced at him, seeing through his game—he was trying to pry information from her.

Gripping her handkerchief, she gritted her teeth and said, "...Let’s talk about the children instead! I already asked the teacher. It was just a few words between them. I wasn’t even planning to come here, yet you showed up first, hurling insults at my daughter. Don’t push it!"

Though An Ningxin had grown much in recent days, she remained soft by nature. Even when angry, her strongest words were simply, "Don’t push it!"

Yang Xiangdie steadied herself and thrust her daughter’s hand forward. "Look at this! Your little brat clawed my daughter’s hand!"

Indeed, there was a scratch on Yang Xiangdie’s daughter’s hand—a mark from fingernails. It had already been treated, so it didn’t look too bad.

An Ningxin couldn’t hold back. "Watch your language! How dare you talk like that in front of kids? Aren’t you ashamed?"

"You!" Yang Xiangdie exploded with rage and stood up, ready to strike An Ningxin. But just as she rose, Yu Xingxing cut in coldly: "Quite the show, Madam Yang."

Yang Xiangdie shuddered.

Yu Xingxing knew her dirty secrets!

If Yu Xingxing revealed her past to the wealthy merchant she had fought so hard to impress...

Yang Xiangdie’s face turned pale, then flushed with fury.

She seethed—hadn’t she just thrown a maid to the wolves to save her own skin? Wasn’t survival only natural? What was wrong with that?! Yet the Yu family had heartlessly cast her out, a penniless woman with nothing, clearly hoping she’d die on the streets!

Since they were so cruel, she wouldn’t hesitate to be ruthless now!

A murderous glint flashed in Yang Xiangdie’s eyes.

Hao Fu hadn’t been sure about Yu Xingxing’s background at first, so he had held back.

But after sizing up the plain furnishings, he decided they were just common folk.

It clicked for him—if she were really noble-born, why would high-society girls hang around with commoners?

Hell, he wouldn’t let Ying Ying near a girl like that!

"Fine, we’re not monsters," Hao Fu said, his voice dripping with condescension. "Pay us some silver, make your daughter apologize to Ying Ying, and have her leave the school. Then we’ll forget this ever happened."

An Ningxin shook with fury. "Over my dead body!"

Hao Fu drawled, "Listen up, sweetheart. In the capital, it’s all about who you know. With your sorry lot, you’ve got no right to ask 'why.' Pathetic."

Seeing Hao Fu speak like this, Yang Xiangdie felt reassured.

Hao Fu was a well-traveled merchant, familiar with the finer things in life. His earlier caution toward Yu Xingxing had unsettled her. Now, hearing him dismissive of the girl, Yang Xiangdie realized that in his eyes, Yu Xingxing was nothing more than a merchant’s daughter—no different from herself.

Her fear turned to cold calculation—how to get rid of Yu Xingxing for good.

Six-year-old Ying Ying was just as arrogant as her mother. Her voice was sweet, but laced with venom: "That brat pisses me off—kick her out!"

Yu Xingxing eyed the smug trio and suddenly spoke up: "That school you go to—isn’t it run by the Lu family, offshoots of the Qishan Count?"