Qin Zhao did have a vague recollection of her; she had just come up to him with her boss to greet him. She had a sweet face but was quite shrewd, and added, almost superfluously, "Mr. Qin, do you remember me?"

Qin Zhao lifted his eyelids slightly and glanced over indifferently.

She wasn't intimidated at all; instead, she smiled sweetly at him and said, "We met once before when you went to pick up your sister from school."

"Aqin and I were college roommates."

The man's dark, cold eyes stared at her silently for a few seconds, as if they belonged to a cold-blooded animal, before quickly looking away. Even though he was displeased, his face remained expressionless.

Qin Zhao hadn't felt anything for her before, but upon hearing those two sentences, he felt utterly disgusted.

He didn't like Qin Qin to begin with, and he wouldn't have a good impression of her roommate either, especially since she thought she was being very open and honest, but actually had her ambition written all over her face.

The methods used were crude.

It's likely that Qin Qin and her relationship isn't very close, as she hasn't yet revealed her true identity to her so-called good friend.

Qin Zhao didn't take this little incident to heart at all; such a person wasn't worth remembering for even a second.

That said, Qin Zhao said to Jiang Yue, "I didn't notice earlier, and I don't know her either."

He was always meticulous; after a pause, he asked, "You know her?"

I can name them.

They definitely got to know each other.

Jiang Yue found Qin Zhao's cold attitude a bit strange, but considering the plot was no longer following the usual pattern, it wasn't so odd.

She didn't say much, just grunted and briefly summarized the past: "She was Zhou Ji's previous private piano teacher."

Qin Zhao gave a cold laugh and remained silent.

Hiring such a young and beautiful woman must be for ulterior motives.

…

During the meal, Jiang Yue felt like there was a pair of eyes watching her from behind. She couldn't help but turn around and look, but she didn't see anything suspicious.

Zhao Shuyan was sitting in her blind spot. When Jiang Yue turned around, she hid behind a pillar. She ate her dinner absentmindedly.

The leader was displeased: "You just overstepped your bounds."

"I thought you were a sensible person. I specially brought you here to meet people tonight. Before we came, I reminded you that Commander Qin is aloof, doesn't like crowds, and especially doesn't like people who try to get close to you for no reason. You just blatantly..."

The leader was so angry that he couldn't continue speaking, while Zhao Shuyan lowered her head and remained silent.

"You don't actually think he'll be interested in you because of what you're doing, do you?" The leader, being a woman, spoke even more directly and harshly: "With his family background and having reached this position at such a young age, do you think he'd lack women throwing themselves at him? People are naturally detached and unmoved by desires. What makes you think you're the exception?"

“I consider you one of my own, and I’m giving you a piece of advice: don’t dream of things you can’t even dream of. You have to change your social class yourself.”

"People are born superior, so why should they look down on others?"

The leader had said all he needed to say; whether Zhao Shuyan listened or not was up to her.

Zhao Shuyan looked up and her gaze fell on the back of the person sitting by the window. Since she already knew the future, why did she give up such a good opportunity?

It should all have been hers to begin with.

…

Dinner wasn't over yet.

Qin Zhao had his assistant settle the bill, and the restaurant manager personally escorted him into the elevator and then to the underground parking garage.

Jiang Yue had just drunk some brandy, and her face was already a little red.

Uncle Liu noticed the second young lady's flushed face and asked, "Young Master, is the young lady drunk? Should we go and buy some hangover medicine?"

The hangover medicine I kept in the car had expired.

Qin Zhao helped her fasten her seatbelt, but she moved around erratically, then flung his hand away, acting spoiled and willful.

"I'm not drunk." Jiang Yue leaned back in her chair, her eyes looking watery. "I don't need any medicine."

They generally found it extremely distasteful.

She emphasized twice: "I won't take medicine, I won't take it."

His expression was serious, and his words were righteous and forceful.

Capsules were too difficult for her to swallow, and other pills were so bitter they made her nauseous.

Qin Zhao told her to open her mouth, and she obediently opened her mouth.

Qin Zhao patiently fed her some water. Uncle Liu, who saw this scene through the rearview mirror, was astonished. He had never seen the young master be so patient with anyone before.

"Alright, if you don't want to eat, then don't." Qin Zhao said calmly, "Uncle Liu, drive."

Jiang Yue was still sober, of course, and wouldn't get drunk from a glass of brandy; it's just that her personality would indeed be amplified twice as much by alcohol.

She took a lot of selfies.

There aren't many people in this world she can call friends.

Fu Qingnian's sister-in-law got along very well with her. She was a bit introverted and easily embarrassed. Ever since they exchanged contact information, they had been chatting non-stop.

She found Ning Zhi's WeChat.

I sent her the selfie I had just taken.

[Straight out of the camera, I really have a face that even fairies would envy.]

[Waaaaah, I'm so beautiful!]

After sending the message, she waited for a while but didn't receive a reply. Ning Zhi usually replied instantly.

Jiang Yue hadn't realized she'd sent the message to the wrong person, and she continued:

Anyone who sees me will be confused, hehe~

Whoever marries me will be incredibly lucky, their ancestors must have accumulated a great deal of merit!

No wonder that vixen Zhou Ji was so desperate to divorce me; it's only human nature.

After sending this long message, Jiang Yue went to admire her selfie from earlier.

When she turned back and slowly opened the conversation, she saw a familiar profile picture.

Zhou Ji?

Um?

Did she send it to the wrong person?

When Jiang Yue frantically tried to undo the action, she discovered that the two-minute time limit had already passed, and the dialog box displayed "typing in progress" at the top.

A good ex-husband: [Hmm?]

A suitable ex-husband: [A vixen?]