The Cold Beauty's Rebirth

The night air carried a sharp chill as Qingxue and Qiuhan sat in their private study, the dim glow of multiple screens illuminating their faces. The scent of freshly brewed tea lingered in the air, untouched.

On the largest monitor, a blinking cursor awaited their command.

Qingxue's fingers flew over the keyboard, effortlessly bypassing encrypted layers of security. The school's surveillance system, their family's business accounts, and even Ruolan's hidden network of 'supporters'—nothing was beyond her reach.

Beside her, Qiuhan leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching with quiet amusement.

"She really thought she could use public sentiment against us?" His silver-blue eyes gleamed in the low light. "Naive."

Qingxue barely spared him a glance. "Desperate."

A soft ding sounded, signaling that the data retrieval was complete. Lines of text scrolled across the screen—messages, financial transactions, and detailed instructions for a staged 'accident' meant to frame them.

Qiuhan's smirk deepened as he skimmed the evidence. "She even bribed students to 'witness' the incident. How original."

Qingxue clicked open a folder containing Ruolan's secret online discussions with certain influencers.

Fake posts. Edited videos. Pre-prepared 'statements' painting her as a helpless victim.

Qingxue's voice was quiet but sharp. "She didn't just want sympathy. She wanted to ruin us."

Qiuhan's fingers tapped lightly against the desk. "So… how do we play this?"

A slow, cold smile tugged at Qingxue's lips. "We let her think she's won."

Qiuhan tilted his head, intrigued. "And then?"

Qingxue's eyes gleamed as she typed a new set of commands. "And then… we show her what true manipulation looks like."

With a final keystroke, the trap was set.

Ruolan would walk into her own downfall, believing she had outplayed them.

But this time, there would be no escape.

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In a dimly lit bedroom, Ruolan sat on her bed, her phone in hand, eyes gleaming with excitement. The plan was in motion.

Tomorrow, in front of the entire school, Qingxue and Qiuhan would be exposed as heartless, cruel bullies.

By the time the Leng family realized what had happened, it would be too late.

Ruolan smiled sweetly at her reflection.

This time, she wouldn't lose.

Or so she thought.