Qin Ran was in the kitchen. Ning Wei closed the lid of the jar and turned her head to see the thick gauze wrapped around Qin Ran's palm.
"Stay still and don't touch the water." Ning Wei waved her hand and asked her to go out.
Qin Ran thought about it and threw the vegetables in her hand back into the pool. However, she did not leave. She leaned against the door and squinted her eyes.
Ning Wei thought about Ning Qing and Qin Ran's relationship and sighed inwardly, but she didn't force her to leave.
"You hired someone to install the air conditioner here, right? It's not easy for you to work, so don't spend your money on us. Although I'm not capable, I can still support the family," Ning Wei nags, and continues, "Also, don't buy clothes for Mu Nan next time."
Last time at school, Qin Ran asked Mu Nan to bring back a bag of new clothes that she bought for Mu Nan.
Qin Ran stared at the smoking jar and responded nonchalantly.
Ning Wei knew her temper, so she agreed and said she would buy it next time.
Several main dishes have been prepared and the soup has been cooking since early morning.
Ning Wei took the soup out first, and Qin Ran followed slowly with a few bowls.
...
...
The atmosphere in the cramped living room was not very good.
Ning Qing stared at the phone in her hand, lowered her eyebrows, and said nothing. Qin Yu sat beside her, looking worried.
Mu Ying pinched her skirt with her fingers, fidgeting.
Ning Wei put the jar on the table and asked subconsciously, "What's wrong? Why do you look like that?"
Ning Qing raised her eyes and slammed her phone onto the table.
She didn't look at Ning Wei, but her eyes fell on Qin Ran's face, her voice trembling: "Tell me honestly, where did you get the money you gave your grandma last time?"
Qin Ran bent down, put the bowl on the table, then pulled a chair aside and sat down at the table. She answered impatiently, "My own."
“Then what is this?” Ning Qing stood up from the sofa, picked up the phone on the table, walked to Qin Ran, and showed her an enlarged photo.
Qin Ran poured herself a glass of water and leaned back in her chair.
It was a photo with a dark background and street lights, so it was blurry, but you could clearly see that it was her in the photo. The person with his back to her couldn't be seen clearly, but he must be quite old.
Next to it is a Mercedes Benz.
This kind of photo is too ambiguous.
Qin Ran paused holding the cup. She tilted her head, looked at it for a moment, and chuckled.
"Did he give you the money?" Ning Qing's head exploded. "I gave you money but you never used it. Now... what do you mean? Are you deliberately provoking me and taking revenge on me?"
Qin Ran understood what Ning Qing was talking about.
She slowly raised her head and looked at Ning Qing, her eyes filled with indifference.
Ning Wei also knew that something was wrong. She quickly grabbed Ning Qing's hand and said, "Sister, don't be impulsive. If you have something to say, talk to the child properly. Ran Ran is not the kind of child who doesn't listen."
Having misunderstood Qin Ran many times, Ning Qing calmed down again. She looked at Qin Ran and asked, "Tell me, who is the person in the photo? Why did you go to see him so late?"
Qin Ran took the bowl and poured herself a bowl of soup. She asked casually, "Why should I tell you?"
Ning Qing was so stubborn that her head ached and she didn't even want to stay in the Mu family anymore.
He took the bag he had placed on the sofa and left angrily.
"Sister, you...ah." Qin Yu glanced at Qin Ran, hesitant to speak, and finally sighed and caught up with Ning Qing, "Mom, wait for me!"
Ning Wei still didn't know what exactly happened.
"It's okay." Qin Ran said calmly.
She finished her soup, ate another bowl of rice, and watched Lin Siran make a series of life-threatening calls to her before she left the Mu family and returned to school.
**
Today is Saturday, and most students are at home, except for those who live on campus.
Those who live on campus study in the classroom, while others wander around the streets.
There are not many people on the cement road of the school.
The people in Class Nine were still standing together discussing. Some of them were gesturing with their hands and saying something to Qin Ran, filled with righteous indignation.
“Ran Ran, why didn’t you call me?” Lin Siran pulled Qin Ran over and lowered her voice, “Have you read the school forum?”
Lin Siran took out his phone, clicked on a post, and showed it to Qin Ran.
"Girl students nowadays will really do anything for money."
"Isn't this girl the new student in a certain class?"
"No wonder she uses luxury goods even though she obviously comes from a poor family."
"Is this man old enough to be her father?"
“……” The replies below were more intense than the last.
As long as there are photos, it's basically unanimous, and the comments are still increasing.
Qin Ran just watched casually.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door of Class 9. The person at the door stood straight and said, "Who is Qin Ran? Come out for a moment."
The person who spoke was a teacher.
Qin Ran returned the phone to Lin Siran and followed the teacher.
The people in the class looked at her, and after she left, they started discussing the matter in a low voice.
This side.
Qin Ran followed the teacher to the office, where several teachers were sitting.
“It’s like this, Qin,” the dean of studies had met Qin Ran at a speech contest last time and had a deep impression of her. He spoke in a good tone, “Someone anonymously reported you for improper behavior. Do you have any explanation for this?”
“What’s there to explain?” A female teacher looked at Qin Ran with disgust. “Students nowadays can do anything…”
Several other teachers stopped her.
The dean glanced at her, then turned his gaze to Qin Ran, and said carefully: "Qin Ran, this matter has already fermented on Weibo. It is not good for the reputation of our school and you. Can you tell me, do you know the person in the photo? Is someone deliberately creating a false impression, or is there something else going on?"
If you don't know him, then this matter will be much easier.
Qin Ran raised her eyebrows slightly, then put down her phone, lazily looked away, and chuckled, "I know him."
The dean was stunned.
The female teacher glanced at Qin Ran and sneered.
But before she finished laughing, Qin Ran continued to speak, unhurriedly: "He is Feng Loucheng."
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