The Price is Everything of Yours (76 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 11
“No… I just wondered what was in your bag, since you suddenly went quiet.”
Even Diane felt uneasy about that baseless guess. Neris spoke gently.
“My bag only has my books and writing tools.”
Megara’s approach was the same as in her previous life and this one. The only difference was that the young Megara’s attempts at bullying were clumsy and inept.
In just a few more years, Megara would boast a cruelty even adults rarely displayed—but for now, her tricks were merely cute and predictable.
At Neris’s words, Angharad’s eyes wavered with panic. This isn’t right! Shouldn’t I be screaming in fear?
Flustered, Angharad pressed forward, her tone slightly accusatory.
“R-Really? I’m curious—can I take a look in your bag?”
Among noble academy students—especially those fond of showing off—it wasn’t unusual to share the contents of one’s bag. For a twelve-year-old like Angharad Nain, it was a reasonable enough excuse. Neris smiled faintly.
“Sorry, but my bag’s a mess right now. I’d be embarrassed to show it—I’ll let you see next time.”
“What’s there to be embarrassed about? My bag’s not exactly tidy either.”
Angharad’s voice grew louder. The surrounding children turned to look at her and Neris, startled by her sudden outburst.
Soon, a few smirks appeared on their lips. Each had their own reason for mocking her.
What’s this? Angharad Nain is clinging to her? So what if she’s a baron’s daughter? She’s just a poor country noble—no shame in making a scene in class… No proper governess, of course she’d be messy…
The two viscountesses—the highest-ranking girls in class—barely glanced at the minor commotion, feigning disinterest. A faint smile touched Megara’s lips.
“But I’m embarrassed.”
Neris responded firmly, perhaps even coldly enough to earn criticism from many.
There was nothing more Angharad could do. Fidgeting anxiously, she reached out to snatch Neris’s bag by force.
After all, if she missed this chance, she’d have to find another bug later—so she wanted to act now, even pretending it was an accident.
But before she could, Diane swiftly grabbed Neris’s bag. She tightly closed its opening and placed it firmly between Neris’s and her own seat.
“The teacher’s coming in.”
One child spoke up just before the atmosphere grew too awkward. Angharad, though uneasy, had no choice but to sit quietly and face forward.
Out of the corner of her eye, Neris glanced at Megara, who was smiling sweetly at her friends as if she’d never looked this way. Neris inwardly scoffed.
Your lizard tail belongs to the same person again this time—what will you do now? Your tail can only wriggle alone; it can’t frighten me anymore.
[This is the timeline separator]Mrs. Lunis, who taught lower-grade dance, clapped her hands.
“Switch partners!”
The violinist seized the pause to briefly stop playing. Sharp, searching glances darted across the spacious hall. Popular students always had many eager partners, while unpopular ones were inevitably left alone.
“Hello?”
The moment Mrs. Lunis finished speaking, a boy ran straight toward Neris. She greeted him with a polite smile.
Not because she was happy to see him—simply because she disliked trouble.
“Hello.”
“You’re Neris Trude, right? Can I call you Nel?”
“No.”
The boy froze, bewildered by Neris’s gentle but firm refusal. Mrs. Lunis clapped three quick times, prompting students who hadn’t found partners to hastily grab the nearest hand.
With a cheerful jingle, the violin resumed its dance tune.
“Um, can I at least ask why not?”
They held hands and slowly began stepping through the dance. To his question, Neris lied calmly, as though gently instructing a child.
“Nel doesn’t suit me.”
A nickname like that for Nelusion.
“But it does!”
The boy’s eyes widened. Though his expression was innocent, Neris remembered all too well how he’d tormented her throughout her previous school years—and how increasingly cowardly he’d become with age. She showed him no mercy.
“Ha! Watch the filthy Trude move—if she even twitches, that rotten milk will spill all over her!”
Though someone else had first placed the cup of spoiled milk atop Neris’s head as a prank, it had clearly inspired this boy. In her past life, she’d vomited many times because of it.
“It doesn’t suit me. So don’t call me that.”
With that, the boy’s spirit deflated, and he gave up on using that nickname.
Though she loathed every student in the classroom—including this boy—Neris calmly continued dancing with him.
When the dance tune ended, Mrs. Lunis clapped again, signaling another partner switch. Another boy who’d been eyeing Neris from nearby quickly stepped forward and took her hand.
Seeing four boys miss their chance and scatter in disappointment, Alecto—who stood plainly alone right beside them—mildly protested.
“Hey, am I invisible?”
Alecto wasn’t conventionally pretty, and her personality was sharp-edged. Classmates found her witty and entertaining, especially with her pointed remarks—but she wasn’t particularly popular with boys.
Twelve-year-old boys were shameless and ill-mannered. One of them, glancing back at Alecto’s huffing, stuck out his tongue.
“Hey!”
He probably assumed Alecto, known for her jokes, would take his teasing in stride. But Alecto—just an ordinary child—was clearly hurt and huffed again. Neris pretended not to notice.
As Alecto smoothed her disheveled red hair with her fingers, the cream satin ribbon tied in it came loose and fell to the floor.
Before the music resumed, Alecto hurried off to find a new partner. Amid the bustling crowd of short heads, no one noticed what had just happened—except one person.
“Hello, Neris.”
Neris greeted the boy—who hadn’t even attempted a nickname from the start—with a voice that, if heard carelessly, might sound kind.
“Hello.”
“You dance really well.”
“Thank you.”
Her reply was soft-spoken but left no room for further discussion. Yet the boy persisted, eyes twinkling stubbornly.
“There’s a lower-grade ball hosted by the student council next weekend. Would you go with me as my partner?”
Fortunately, she had an excuse ready to refuse.
“I’m sorry, but I won’t be attending the ball that day. I have an assignment due the following week and need to study.”
“Again? On the night of the ball? Just take that one day off.”
“It’s a class I’m taking with older students—I have to work harder to keep up.”
In truth, the assignment due early the week after was a research paper for International Politics—a subject Neris already fully understood, including both the surface-level and hidden currents of global affairs.
Still, the boy frowned, seemingly convinced but sulky. Neris pretended to stumble backward slightly and bumped into a dark-haired girl nearby.
The girl—Rianon—snapped irritably at Neris.
“What are you doing?”
“Sorry. That was my mistake.”
Neris apologized with calm confidence. Rianon wanted to snap even more sharply to impress Megara, but with a teacher present, she merely lowered her voice to a warning.
“Watch yourself. If you dirty my dress, you won’t be able to take responsibility.”
“Hey, Rianon Berta.”
Neris’s partner glared ostentatiously.
“Don’t talk like that.”
“What did I say? Did I curse? Was I wrong?”
“People make mistakes. Do you never mess up while dancing? Are you such a perfect dancer?”
“Why pick a fight? You’re ridiculous.”
Though she said that, Rianon quickly grabbed her partner’s hand and moved away. Neris watched her partner wear a proud expression with mild indifference.
Before her return, when these freshmen were fourteen, her current partner had acted similarly during dance class.
While dancing with Rianon, Rianon had bumped into Neris—and as Neris stumbled alone, grasping at empty air from a misstep, the two had heaped insults on her together.
“Watch yourself. If you dirty my dress, you won’t be able to take responsibility.”
“What are you talking about? It’s already dirty—your dress touched her!”
Though still too young for her beauty to fully show, Rianon would soon develop striking features and a distinct charm.
This partner, too, had spoken harshly to Neris simply to capture Rianon’s attention—just as he’d spoken firmly to Rianon moments ago to win Neris’s.
Unaware of this past—or future—the partner asked with an oddly mature and friendly air.
“Then, will you go to Angharad Nain’s party this weekend?”
But Neris felt no affection for him at all.
He was kindling—useful only when needed, destined to burn away and vanish.
“I’ll go.”
“I heard she invited the whole class. If you go, I might as well go too.”
Even before her return, Angharad had held a party around this time, inviting the entire class. It was a deliberate display of spending to avoid being looked down upon by lesser nobles. In Neris’s memory, Angharad had made several lasting friendships at that party.
Whether they’d become friends this time, however, remained to be seen.
Neris had bumped into Rianon for a reason. She deliberately activated her acting skills and frowned.
“My shoelace is loose. Just a moment.”
“Oh, okay.”
Her partner looked as if he wanted to tie it for her, but thankfully, he didn’t overstep that far.
Neris intentionally retied her perfectly fine shoelace, then tapped the toe of her shoe against the floor a few times. She picked up the cream-colored ribbon lying nearby.
Originally a lustrous satin ribbon beloved by nobles, it now looked shabby from being stepped on. Neris checked the discreet cream-colored initial embroidered at one end and gave a small, knowing smile.
“Alecto.”
Alecto, just realizing her ribbon was missing, was frantically scanning the floor around her. Neris approached and held it out.
“I found it over there. Weren’t you wearing this ribbon earlier?”
“Oh!”
Alecto took the ribbon from Neris and brightened.
“Thank you! It’s mine. I bought it expensively in the capital—I was panicking over how I’d replace it if lost.”
“Glad you found it. Keep it safe. Everyone’s wearing similar ribbons these days—it’s hard to tell whose is whose if lost.”
“Yeah, really thanks. I had my initial embroidered, so I can tell it’s mine. Oh—it’s been stepped on. I’ll need to wash it.”
Though returning a ribbon didn’t make Alecto suddenly like Neris, her immediate joy softened her attitude, if only briefly. Neris gave a short “Then” and walked away.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
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At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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The male lead being so proud of his wife is honestly adorable, even when he gets jealous.
And the female lead is so elegant and beautiful—I can’t wait to see this scene illustrated
Haha, did the ML really just say that to the FL? He’s so cute when he gets a little jealous.
Can’t wait for next chapter
The ML is so considerate of his wife. He treats her with so much care and gentleness, even when she doesn’t say a word—he just understands her. He’s honestly so perfect, I can’t 😭
I really hope the FL can overcome these painful feelings soon. I can’t bear to watch her suffer this much. 💔