——"Jiang Jiang, you don't have to come this weekend. Something unexpected happened at home, so it's not convenient for me to receive guests."
Jiang Jiang glanced at the new message that popped up on his phone and replied with a yes.
It seems that the plot is about to begin.
Her roommate walked by her desk and asked, "Why are you so serious? Aren't you going to meet your fiancé this weekend? Cheer up, my dear!"
Jiang Jiang shook his head: "His mother just sent a message saying that something happened at home and the weekend meeting was cancelled."
She smiled again after she finished speaking:
"At least I can go shopping with you this weekend."
Her roommate was a warm-hearted girl. Her family doted on her and rented her a two-bedroom apartment in an off-campus community. Seeing that Jiang Jiang's family was well off and she had to work part-time outside the school, she invited her to live with her.
This way I can be closer to my part-time job, pay the rent occasionally, and help with the housework.
Of course, the most important thing is that this is next door to the heroine's house.
The roommate came over. Although he was happy that she had time to eat together, there was still some worry in his eyes, and there was also resentment towards the family:
"Although the president's family seems to be quite wealthy, but our Jiang Jiang is so perfect, how come she is not worthy of him?"
"Although the engagement was originally his grandfather's idea, didn't he agree to it? As for why he didn't even come to the engagement party? You two haven't even met each other yet, have you?"
Jiang Jiang nodded.
"Well, he said he would let you two meet up to talk this weekend, and now he's suddenly canceling it. Rich people like him really don't treat us as human beings!"
Jiang Jiang comforted his roommate with a few words. He was also a little troubled by the current situation. He didn't expect that this identity that seemed to be the closest to Yan Huaize was actually the most difficult.
He was extremely disgusted with his fiancée, who was forced to marry him because she had done him a favor to her elders, so much so that they had never met in the same school even after being engaged for half a year.
It's not that he didn't try to stake out the situation, but everyone knew that Yan Huaize didn't like his fiancée, and there were many people willing to tip off the student union president.
The plot has already begun, and she must first get the psychic mirror from the original heroine.
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Yan Huaize floated in the air, watching indifferently as his mother and son argued about right and wrong beside his bed.
They started accusing each other of where they had an affair on the day he was unconscious, and his father suddenly mentioned that he had an illegitimate child.
Everything seems like a ridiculous and disgusting family ethics drama.
Wait until everyone leaves the ward.
Yan Huaize looked at the pale face and tightly closed eyes on his own body below him, and a rare hint of fatigue appeared between his usually proud brows.
He reached out to touch his body, but his fingers passed through, as if there was an invisible barrier between them.
"How ironic..." Yan Huaize smiled self-deprecatingly.
He had been in his room the day before, but according to the doctor who had just come in, he had suddenly fallen into a coma. When he woke up again, his soul, or consciousness, had left his body.
At this moment his body was still lying there, indicating that everything was normal.
What is this?
In the dark, he felt a force of attraction, as if a voice told him that he could find a solution by following this force.
Yan Huaize followed and came to the vicinity of the school.
Entered the somewhat old residential building.
When I was passing by a house, I suddenly heard my own name.
"Jiang Jiang, don't like that Yan Huaize anymore..."
Jiang Jiang?
Isn't that the name of his fiancée?
He no longer followed the guidance of the mysterious power, but stopped at the door of the house, wanting to listen to what they were talking about.
Yan Huaize heard a sweet female voice, with a hint of helplessness at the end of the tone:
"Even if I like this kind of thing, it's not something I can control."
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