Zi Sangyan found that since he visited Su's house, Miao Qingyu's attitude towards him became increasingly confusing.

Looking at someone in front of him who was studying hard, he narrowed his eyes slightly and thought about the cold treatment he had received in the past few days.

In the past, it was easy to strike up a conversation during class breaks by finding excuses, but now, I try not to respond to a topic I throw out if I can.

If I ask her for help, she will help me out of courtesy, but her polite attitude will invisibly keep me away from my efforts to get closer to her.

Why!

Why is this happening!

What did I do wrong? Was I too anxious and scared people?

After carefully reviewing and thinking in his mind, the boy stared at the girl's slender back, his eyes becoming more and more profound.

The annual dance held by Mingde College is about to begin.

After class, the whole class was chattering about the dance.

The dress was airlifted from somewhere, the jewelry was photographed abroad, and the styling team was hired from which company.

These topics did not stir up any waves in Miao Qingyu's ordinary life.

She should go to school and read books. Compared with her calmness, Fang Xiaocao's situation became more embarrassing.

"A pheasant can never turn into a phoenix. It's ridiculous for a pheasant to think it can turn into a phoenix by simply putting feathers on its butt. What's more, some people have bald butts without even a hair on them."

"That's right. No one would attend Mingde's dance under the pretense of wearing a school uniform! Don't do that. It would lower the reputation of Mingde since its founding."

"If you ask me, if you have any shame, don't go and embarrass yourself, don't you agree?"

There was a burst of laughter all around, and if you looked closely, everyone's attention was almost intentionally or unintentionally focused on the girl in the middle of the classroom.

Fang Xiaocao's face turned red with humiliation, if Li Qian hadn't grabbed her hand tightly.

Given her fickle nature, I'm afraid she would roll up her sleeves and start arguing on the spot.

"Xiaocao, please don't be angry. If you are angry, then it's up to them."

After finally calming down Fang Xiaocao's anger, light words floated from the front of the classroom.

"Some people would definitely not go if they wanted to save face, after all, it's Young Master Minggong's legitimate fiancée who's gone.

How can someone who is eager to climb up to the position of mistress have the nerve to go and kneel down to hold shoes for the wife? "

The others showed contempt when they heard this.

Even if this group of people want to please the four major families and get some benefits for their families, they still have to have some dignity.

Unlike some people who clearly know that Young Master Minggong has a fiancée, but still keep getting close to him without any intention of avoiding suspicion.

Who doesn't know what she is thinking? A pariah is a pariah. She is so greedy that she has no sense of shame.

"What did you say? What do you mean?"

I can tolerate other fragrant grasses, but I can't tolerate this one.

He was so angry that his secrets were exposed that he questioned others loudly.

Fang Xiaocao didn't feel that she had done anything wrong. She and Ming Gong were clearly just friends.

Others didn't know the truth and spread rumors about her out of jealousy.

In Ming Palace, his fiancée appeared out of nowhere.

Thinking of this, Fang Xiaocao, who was feeling sour, rolled up her sleeves and started working without saying a word.

"Do you know what others say about me? Everyone in school says I'm a mistress.

I, Fang Xiaocao, am a decent and strong person, but I cannot stand being bullied like this. Rumors and gossip can be devastating."

"Don't come to me again if you still consider me a friend."

Minggong Aotian became anxious. He quickly stood in front of Fang Xiaocao, grabbed Fang Xiaocao's wrist and held it tightly.

"This young master won't allow you to leave."

"Minggong Aotian, I'm telling you, let me go and don't force me to beat you."

Unable to maintain his dignity as a young master, Minggong Aotian hurriedly explained, ignoring the onlookers attracted by the loud quarrel between the two.

“I admit that I was engaged, but not for the reason I wanted to.

My engagement with Gu Feiyu was arranged by my parents regardless of my wishes. I only consider her a younger sister, nothing more."

Miao Qingyu, who happened to be passing by the cafeteria, listened to Minggong Aotian's explanation of his disgusting remarks that he was a scumbag.

Even though she had a good temper, she cursed in her heart.

Sister, sister, engagement is not something that happens in a day or two, but is decided since childhood.

For countless days and nights in the past, I never treated her as my sister, but now I have fallen in love with someone else.

My fiancée of many years simply gave me the title of sister.

Does the Minggong family know?

Does the Gu family know?

Does Gu Feiyu know?

Miao Qingyu didn't know what others thought, but since that time, she often ran into this young boy and girl chatting and laughing on campus.

The relationship between the two of them became closer after that quarrel.

When he met Miao Qingyu who deliberately lowered her head to avoid him and heard the conversation between the two people that obviously went beyond normal friendship, Mumu's face showed a rare look of disgust.

She thought to herself, Qingqing was right, some people's moral character is extremely disgusting.

Miao Qingyu is not the type of person who puts personal interests above the collective. She is objective and not personal.

She felt that Ming Gong and Fang Xiaocao were both wrong. As a fellow woman, she felt sorry for Gu Feiyu, whom she had only heard of but never seen.

I sincerely hope that this incident will cause less harm to the innocent girl.

Soon it was the morning of the dance, and everyone was preparing to make the evening dance a great success.

"Ah, this dress is so beautiful. Master Minggong is so thoughtful."

Looking at the priceless jewelry on the bed, and then at the gorgeous skirt in her hands.

Fang's mother reluctantly withdrew her gaze and turned around to seriously warn her daughter, who was also staring at the clothes in her hand with shining eyes.

"Young Master Minggong is the son of a wealthy family. If you finally get close to him, you must hold on tightly and not let go.

From now on, your father, your brother and I will all be counting on you to live a good life."

"Mom, don't say that. I'm attracted to the people in Ming Palace, not his money."

I snatched the skirt from my mother's hand, turned around and walked to the mirror with the skirt.

Fang's mother murmured as she looked at her daughter gesturing in front of the mirror.

"Okay, I guess what you said is fine."

At the Su residence, it was almost night. Su Qingqing, who was no longer dressed up as Miao Qingyu, didn't say anything, but just kept pestering someone to accompany her.

"Sister, will you go with me? I feel so lonely."

The pen tip rustled. Miao Qingyu, who had not intended to go, was pestered by her sister and had no choice.

She stopped writing and looked up at her beautiful face full of helplessness.

"I didn't prepare any clothes. Besides, isn't Su Cheng going to the junior high school dance? He'll just accompany you."

Su Qingqing curled her lips, looking disgusted and saying that she should not get involved with such a stinky man.

Miao Qingyu was amused by her undisguised expression of disgust.

"The Mingde Ball doesn't have so many rules. In previous years, many people were lazy and went in their school uniforms. Seriously, I didn't fool you, sister."