Arrogant Student Slapped An Old Woman Unaware Who She Was Until This Happened…-hongtran

Without the lamb, Jenny could no longer help with magic. Yet she continued helping with her hands. She fetched water for the sick. She cooked for the hungry. She cleaned huts for old men.
The villagers noticed.
“She has no magic now,” one said, “but she still has kindness.”
Her aunt and Fiona mocked her.
“Where is your power now?” Fiona laughed.
Jenny said nothing.
Fiona did not look back when she left the village. She clutched the small white lamb tightly to her chest as she walked along the dusty road leading away from her mother’s house. Her heart pounded, not from fear, but from excitement. For the first time in her life, she felt powerful.
“So it is a lamb that grants wishes,” she whispered to herself. “And Jenny kept it like a useless secret.”
The early morning sun had barely risen, but Fiona’s steps were quick. She imagined tall houses, bright clothes, and people who would admire her beauty. She had always believed she deserved more than village life.
When she reached the main road, she climbed into a crowded bus heading to the city. The engine roared like a wild animal, and dust filled the air. Fiona hugged the lamb under her wrapper so no one would see it.
As the bus moved, she whispered softly, “I wish for money.”
At first, nothing happened.
Her heart skipped.
Then inside her small bag, something heavy dropped.
She opened it slowly and gasped.
Bundles of clean new notes filled the bag.
Fiona’s eyes shone.
“It works,” she whispered. “It truly works.”
She began to laugh quietly, pressing her lips together so people would not hear her.
For the rest of the journey, she could think of nothing else.

When the bus entered the city, Fiona’s mouth fell open. Tall buildings reached toward the sky. Bright signboards flashed different colors. Cars moved like ants in every direction, and music poured from shops and buses. The smell of fried meat, perfume, and smoke mixed in the air.
“This is where I belong,” she said proudly.
She entered a hotel and paid without fear. The receptionist stared at her village clothes, but took the money gladly.
In her room, Fiona spread the money on the bed and laughed.
“I am rich,” she said.
She bathed with warm water and soap that smelled like flowers. Then she went to the market. She bought dresses of silk and lace. She bought shoes with shiny heels. She bought bags and gold-colored jewelry. She braided her hair in a city style and painted her lips red.
When she looked into the mirror, she saw a stranger.
“No one will call me poor again,” she said.
That night she went to a club. Loud music filled the room. Lights flashed. People danced and drank. Men noticed her and bought her drinks.
She laughed loudly and forgot the village. Forgot Jenny. Forgot even her own name.
“This is life!” she shouted over the music.
The next morning, Fiona woke up with a headache and a smile. She looked at the lamb sitting quietly in the corner of the room.
“You are truly my luck,” she said.
She took it in her arms.
“I wish for more money.”
Instantly, more bundles of cash appeared.
She clapped her hands.
“I will buy a car today.”
She dressed quickly and went to a car dealership. She walked around touching shiny cars as if they were toys.
“I want that one,” she said, pointing at a red car.
The salesman smiled widely.
“Do you have money?”
Fiona opened her bag and showed him.