On the way back to the Nangong Villa District, Qi Shen received a phone call. The other end of the line had something important to report in person. After dropping Fang Zhi off at the villa, the man left without getting out of the car.
As soon as the electronic lock clicked, Wang Ma rushed over to greet her. "Miss Zhizhi is back! How did you do on your test today? Were the questions difficult?" Her chatter revealed her kindness and concern for Fang Zhizhi.
Before the girl could reply, she clasped her hands together and bowed to the ceiling, saying, "May the Bodhisattva bless our Zhizhi so that he can become the top scholar."
“Wang Ma…” Fang Zhi’s soft and melodious voice carried a hint of helplessness, but her heart was filled with warmth. “You know that my grades are usually only in the middle to upper range. How could I suddenly become the top scorer?”
“Who says it can’t be!” Aunt Wang exclaimed, her eyes wide. “I just think Miss Zhizhi can come back as the top scholar in the imperial examination.”
"Miss Zhizhi is beautiful inside and out, and she studies very hard. God will surely bless you."
Fang Zhi shook her head and chuckled. Knowing that Wang Ma was genuinely kind to her, she didn't want to disappoint or discourage the old woman's blessings and sincere heart, so she said softly, "Okay."
Having faced the two-day college entrance exam with high spirits, I only realized how tired I was after it was over and I relaxed.
She patted her head with her slender, pale fingers, and said in a soft, soothing voice, "Aunt Wang, I'm going back to my room to rest for a while. Call me when dinner is ready."
"Hurry up and go," Wang Ma urged, stepping aside to make room for Fang Zhizhi. "Tonight I'll cook a sumptuous dinner for Miss Zhizhi to help you recover."
The girl's eyebrows curved slightly, and her clear, beautiful eyes shone like stars. "Thank you, Aunt Wang."
After speaking, she walked past Wang Ma, clutching the graduation gift Qi Shen had given her, and headed straight for the stairs.
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The Chinese restaurant features simply yet elegantly decorated private rooms, with bright lights shining vertically down onto the wooden tables displaying vibrantly colored dishes that exude a delightful aroma.
Jiang Yu had just gone to the restroom, leaving only Song Yuxi and Zhou Yiming sitting face to face in the spacious private room.
Song Yuxi rested her elbow on the table, propped her chin on her hand, and her bright eyes darted around. As if she had thought of something, she looked at Zhou Yiming, who was engrossed in eating, and suddenly spoke up, "Hey."
"What is it?" The latter asked without looking up, even taking another bite of food. "Princess Song, please give your orders!"
Song Yuxi didn't care at all and said arrogantly, "Let me ask you something."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yiming's right eyelid twitched.
It's obvious to anyone with eyes that Song Yuxi likes Brother Jiang; she usually goes directly to Brother Jiang for help whenever she needs something.
Suddenly asking him about something...something's up!
Something was definitely amiss when things seemed out of the ordinary. A bad feeling began to creep into Zhou Yiming's heart.
Song Yuxi kept an eye on the direction of the private room door out of the corner of her eye; it had been a while since Jiang Yuze had gone to the restroom.
I reckon he'll be back soon.
But the person on the other end didn't respond for a long time, and she was getting impatient. "Can't you at least give me an answer?!"
Zhou Yiming reluctantly put down his chopsticks. "What is it? Tell me first, and I'll decide whether to tell you or not depending on the situation."
"What do you mean by 'tell me depending on the situation'?" Song Yuxi's eyebrows and eyes showed a domineering look as she stared at him and said leisurely, "You must tell me! Otherwise, I will tell your father that you broke his favorite tea set."
"..." Zhou Yiming's eyes widened, and he looked back at the girl with a "you're something else" kind of gaze. "Fine, fine, you're playing this game, huh? Believe me or not—"
He drew out his words, deliberately making her suspense. Seeing the girl opposite him raise her delicate eyebrows, as if to say, "If you dare to refuse, you're dead," he quickly slid to his knees, grinning lewdly, "I surrender immediately. Please begin your performance, sir."
Song Yuxi first gave him a disdainful look, and then said leisurely after a moment, "I heard that Brother Jiang has a girl he likes and is pursuing her. Is that true?"
Just what he feared most had happened; he was afraid she would try to trick him into revealing the truth. "Really." Zhou Yiming rubbed his forehead, looking exasperated. "How did you find out?"
How else could she know? Of course, it was from a conversation between Jiang's mother and her own mother. Her mother turned around and told her, but Song Yuxi didn't answer the question.
"Never mind how I know that." She looked at Zhou Yiming, her expression gradually becoming serious. "Have you caught up yet?"
The latter stammered, "This..."
Song Yuxi frowned slightly, "Tell the truth!"
"No, I was rejected by that girl."
"What kind of taste does that girl have!" She felt indignant for Jiang Yuzhe, muttering, "Brother Jiang is such a good guy, how could she not like him?"
"What did you say? I don't think I heard you clearly." Zhou Yiming seriously doubted that there was something wrong with his ears.
"I said, why doesn't she like Brother Jiang!"
Zhou Yiming was completely bewildered. "Is this the important point?"
In a scenario where she likes him and he likes her, Fang Zhi could be considered an enemy of Princess Song to some extent.
The two should be enemies!
Not all melodramatic TV dramas are like that, where the second female lead tries to win over the male lead by targeting the female lead he likes.
He was all too familiar with this tactic.
When I was little, I watched period dramas with my grandmother, which were a hodgepodge of love and ethics, and then I watched soap operas with my mother.
As it turned out, Song Yuxi didn't like Jiang Yuze, and she was unhappy that she had lost a strong competitor.
"What's the key point?"
A deep, pleasant voice came from the door of the private room, echoing clearly in the enclosed space.
The two people at the table looked up and saw a tall boy leaning against the door frame, looking relaxed.
"It's nothing." The two sitting down spoke in unison, a rare moment of tacit understanding. As soon as they finished speaking, they looked at each other.
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