She ignored Qin Xue, looked at Chen Cixiu, and asked him, "Am I right?"

Chen Cixiu thought to himself: [Look, even a complete stranger can tell I don't like her. How can you top students from Jiangbei University be so clueless?]

She understands me; she knows I don't like her. She's saving me from a difficult situation. She must be an older sister. Ferrari, business attire—a working woman wouldn't be so bored as to amuse herself.

Chen Cixiu nodded.

She then asked, "Did you bring your ID card?"

I still carry it with me, even though I don't need an ID card to access the internet anymore, because it's more convenient.

Chen Cixiu nodded.

"Then, your promise to marry me still stands, right? You said we'd get married right after graduation."

Her words were no longer just stepping on Qin Xue's tail, but a vicious blow to her.

"Chen Cixiu, what do you mean by this? Even if you don't agree, you don't need to hire someone to put on such a clumsy performance, do you?"

Qin Xue stood up and glared at Chen Cixiu, as if he were some kind of scumbag and she was just a dispensable fish in his pond.

Chen Cixiu had never rebelled in his twenty-two years, but for some reason, he suddenly felt that Qin Xue was sick, and he found an excuse to refuse her.

He suddenly snatched the roses from Qin Xue's hand and presented them to her: "I keep my promise, we'll get married after graduation. I happen to have my ID card with me."

A household registration certificate is no longer required for marriage.

She smiled, a beautiful smile. Qin Xue's reputation as the school beauty was like a flower that had not yet bloomed.

And she, in full bloom, is vibrant.