Bai Zhiye blinked, her thick eyelashes fluttering like a small fan: "What are you angry about?"
"She was so obviously seducing Ye Qingliu."
"Seducing?" Bai Zhiye smiled, revealing two cute dimples. "Do you think Qingliu would even look at her?"
Ye Fanshuang was speechless.
Yes, that was Ye Qingliu, the young master of the wealthy Ye family, and a famous beauty in school.
With the exception of Bai Zhiye, he always kept a distance from everyone.
At the end of school, the setting sun dyed the library's windows orange.
Ye Fanshuang ran into Ye Qingliu at the library.
He leaned against the wall waiting for someone, his gray-blue eyes looking into the distance. The setting sun cast a golden edge on his profile, and the whole person looked like a carefully composed watercolor painting.
"Qingliu." She couldn't help but call him.
He turned his head, his eyes calm: "What's the matter?"
"Zhang Mei painted her..."
"I know," he interrupted. "She's being transferred next week."
Ye Fanshuang was stunned: "Why are you..."
"The Ye family holds a controlling stake in this school." He said this lightly, his eyes suddenly softening a little, and he walked towards Bai Zhiye who was jumping and waving not far away.
The girl threw herself into his arms, and Ye Qingliu caught her skillfully, one hand protecting the back of her head to prevent her from bumping into the bookshelf. This boy, who was cold as ice in front of outsiders, now had a gentle look in his eyes.
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Ning Xiwan skipped her afternoon elective class.
She stood at the gate of Quanxin High School, one hand in her pocket and the other holding a glass of iced American coffee.
The black windbreaker was slightly lifted by the autumn wind, making her skin look like snow.
The doorman recognized the young lady who often visited and greeted her with a smile: "Are you here to see your brother again?"
"Yeah." Ning Xiwan's lips curled slightly, "I came to see if my child was being bullied."
She walked towards the senior high school teaching building as if she was familiar with the route. As soon as she turned into the corridor, she heard a sickly sweet female voice coming from the classroom.
"Mr. Ye, please choose C for this question~"
Ning Xiwan paused and narrowed her eyes.
Through the glass window at the back door of the classroom, she saw a female teacher in a tight dress bending over Ye Qingliu, her chest almost touching his shoulders and her red lips almost touching the tip of his ear.
And Ye Qingliu, her "son" who had a cold face towards everyone, was now leaning back with a frown, his gray-blue eyes full of impatience.
Ning Xiwan's eyes turned cold instantly.
"Bang----!"
The back door was suddenly pushed open and everyone turned around.
Ning Xiwan walked in with a cup of coffee, her high heels making crisp sounds on the floor.
She put on makeup today, with her red lips slightly raised and the corners of her eyes raised, giving off an aura that was not to be messed with.
Zhang Meihua frowned: "Classmate, you..."
Ning Xiwan didn't even look at her. She walked straight to Ye Qingliu's table and placed the iced American coffee in front of him. "Son, have some coffee."
The whole class: "......?"
Ye Qingliu was stunned for a moment, then a smile flashed in his eyes, and he took it obediently: "Thank you, Sister Wan."
Zhang Meihua's face suddenly turned ugly: "My dear classmate, it's time for class now. Please..."
Ning Xiwan then turned to look at her, a smile on her lips, but her eyes were cold: "Teacher, you are so close to my brother, are you worried that he can't see the test paper clearly?"
A few suppressed laughs suddenly rang out in the classroom.
Zhang Meihua blushed. "I'm his teacher! I'm helping him with his homework!"
"Oh~" Ning Xiwan drawled out her tone, her eyes sweeping meaningfully over her ridiculously low neckline, "Then you are truly... dedicated to your work."
Zhang Meihua's chest heaved with anger. "Which class are you from? I want to find your homeroom teacher!"
Ning Xiwan chuckled, pulled out her student ID from her bag and waved it in front of her. "Sorry, teacher, I'm a sophomore." She tilted her head. "Do you need me to contact the principal for you? I happen to have his phone number."
The words "Department of Finance" on the student ID card are particularly eye-catching.
Zhang Meihua froze. Only then did she notice that although the girl in front of her was young, she clearly didn't have the temperament of a high school student.
The well-tailored trench coat, the low-key Patek Philippe on his wrist, and the aura in his every gesture all demonstrate his extraordinary family background.
Ye Qingliu stood up and picked up his schoolbag with one hand: "Teacher, I want to ask for leave."
After saying that, he looked at Ning Xiwan and said, "Let's go."
Ning Xiwan smiled and put her arm around his shoulders, deliberately raising her voice: "Son, next time you encounter a teacher like this who's 'enthusiastic about tutoring', remember to tell your sister, okay?"
The whole class was trying so hard to hold back their laughter that their shoulders were shaking.
Zhang Meihua stood there, her carefully styled hair almost bent out of anger.
On the campus path, the sycamore leaves made crisp crackling sounds underfoot.
Ye Qingliu bit the straw while drinking coffee and said vaguely: "Why are you here?"
Ning Xiwan snorted: "If I don't come soon, someone will be eaten."
Ye Qingliu's ears turned slightly red: "...No."
"I know." Ning Xiwan ruffled his hair, "but I just can't stand it."
Bai Zhiye suddenly appeared out of nowhere and hugged Ning Xiwan's arm: "Sister Ning! Why are you here?"
"I came to see you." Ning Xiwan pinched her cheek, "How is it? Has anyone bullied my child recently?"
Bai Zhiye blinked: "Except for Teacher Zhang, everyone else is pretty good."
Ye Qingliu looked at the two girls helplessly: "I'm not a child."
"In our eyes, you are." They said in unison.
The setting sun stretched the three of them's shadows very long. Ning Xiwan suddenly remembered something: "By the way, come to my house for dinner this weekend? Duan Shuce said he missed you guys."
Bai Zhiye cheered, and Ye Qingliu nodded slightly, with a hint of warmth flashing in his gray-blue eyes.
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