Xiaoxing: "Teacher Qiao, why are you just like my uncle? You've only just gotten home and you're already urging me to do my homework."
Xiao Qiao didn't get any stronger today either: [Laughing] Then you should rest first, and write again later.
Xiaoxing: "Okay!! Teacher Qiao, I'm going to eat some fruit now, bye-bye~"
Xiao Qiao didn't get any stronger today: Bye~
Qiao Nansheng exited the chat page, preparing to put down her phone and continue watching TV, when suddenly a friend request popped up. The user's screen name was "Wild Brother".
Without even thinking, I knew who this person was.
Qiao Nansheng ignored him and pretended not to see him.
Han Ye, however, persisted, sending her several friend requests in a row. Finally, he even used Han Xiaoxing's WeChat account to pretend she was the one sending the message: "Teacher Qiao, my uncle says he needs to talk to you about something. Please accept my WeChat request. [Cute]"
Xiao Qiao hasn't gotten any stronger today: Han Ye, you've exposed Xiao Xing, he can't type.
She and Han Xiaoxing chatted using voice messages, but he didn't even look at them and just sent text messages. He even imitated Han Xiaoxing's tone of voice and called himself "uncle." What was he thinking?
Xiaoxing: ...Oh, I forgot.
Xiaoxing: Let's add each other. I really need to talk to you about something.
Xiao Qiao hasn't gotten any stronger today: If you have anything to say, just use Xiao Xing's WeChat.
Xiaoxing: Teacher Qiao, can I add you on WeChat? Even if I use Xiaoxing's WeChat to talk to you this time, what if I need to talk to you again next time and Xiaoxing isn't here? I can't exactly go to your school to find you, can I?
Qiao Nansheng wanted to say that she had already resigned and that it would be useless for Han Xiaoxing to contact her about school matters in the future, since she was no longer Han Xiaoxing's teacher. Then, thinking of something, she replied with an "um" and agreed to Han Ye's request.
Since she's switched careers to the entertainment industry, she might have collaborations with Han Ye in the future, or she might need his help in some way. Adding him on WeChat would definitely be convenient.
After accepting the friend request, Han Ye ruthlessly tossed Han Xiaoxing's phone aside and started chatting with her using his own number.
Wild Bro: Hello, Teacher Qiao! [Cute]
Xiao Qiao didn't get any stronger today either: ...What is it? Speak up.
Her tone was businesslike.
Ye Ge: Actually, nothing special, it's just... um... Teacher Qiao, have you eaten?
Seeing this, Qiao Nansheng understood perfectly well that Han Ye had only added her as a friend for casual chatting and had no real reason to contact her; it was just an excuse.
She replied with a string of ellipses, intending to ignore him and let Han Ye do whatever he wanted, when she saw him send a message: "Teacher Qiao, do you watch variety shows? I'm a regular guest on a show, the comedic relief. If you're bored, you can watch some variety shows to relieve fatigue~"
Xiao Qiao didn't get any stronger today: Okay, I understand.
She replied in a cold tone, but Han Ye didn't seem to mind. He chattered on and on about how great the variety show was, praising himself and the other four regular guests on the show. Qiao Nansheng almost thought he was recommending the show to her.
Suddenly, a head popped up beside me, and a deep male voice sounded in my ear, "Who are you talking to?"
He had barely glanced at her phone, and before he could even see who it was, Qiao Nansheng had already quickly turned off the screen.
Zhou Cheng was stunned for a moment, and his mood dropped at a visible speed.
"I can't watch?"
Qiao Nansheng said matter-of-factly, "This is my private privacy, so you definitely can't look at it."
"..." Zhou Cheng didn't speak, staring blankly at her phone. A few seconds later, the screen lit up. He leaned closer but still couldn't see anything, only a notification that someone had sent her a WeChat message. She had set it so she couldn't see who sent it.
But he had a strange intuition that the person who sent the message was a man.
He had asked Sheng Zhuo and Liu Xu to keep an eye on who she had been in contact with recently. Apart from Han Ye, there was no other man around her. Even if there were, they were the parents of the children in her kindergarten.
She wouldn't avoid talking to the parents of other children like this.
Zhou Cheng was almost certain that the person who sent her the message was Han Ye. The man's face was gloomy and his expression was unpleasant.
They even added each other on WeChat? When did they add each other? I didn't hear Han Ye mention it on the way back.
"What are you looking at? I haven't been doing anything behind your back. What's wrong with chatting with a friend?" Qiao Nansheng covered her phone tightly.
"Just one look," he said.
How could that be?
The last time I got out of Han Ye's car, he saw me and got angry. If he finds out that I added Han Ye on WeChat, he'll be even angrier.
Qiao Nansheng's mind immediately conjured up the image of him forcefully kissing her that morning. Her ears turned slightly red, and her heart began to race in a strange way. She took a deep breath and told herself to stay calm. It was just a kiss and a bite, no big deal. Zhou Cheng was the one who suffered, not her.
"No way." Qiao Nansheng shook her head, resolutely refusing to let him see it.
Zhou Cheng's eyes darkened further, and he handed over his phone, "Let's take turns looking at them."
"No, I'm not interested in who you're chatting with."
"..."
He stopped talking and just stared at her.
After a few seconds of eye contact, Qiao Nansheng inexplicably became timid under his gaze, her momentum weakening considerably, yet she still gripped her phone tightly, refusing to let him see it.
Zhou Cheng slowly retreated to his original position and stopped pestering her to look at his phone.
Dinner was ready at 7:30. Qiao Nansheng was starving, so she put her phone aside and rushed to the dining table to eat.
Zhou Cheng casually stood up and followed her, glancing at the phone she had left behind, blinking, but ultimately didn't go to get it.
After dinner, Qiao Nansheng rubbed her bloated belly and lay contentedly on the sofa, casually picking up her phone to check messages.
After she didn't reply to Han Ye, he sent her a few more messages, one every few minutes. About forty minutes ago, she still didn't reply, so he stopped sending them.
Qiao Nansheng looked at the messages he sent her. They were all trivial things, all promoting his variety show. If she didn't really like watching it, she would have turned against it.
Forced recommendations are really annoying.
She replied to Han Ye with a perfunctory "uh-huh" and then deleted their chat.
When it was time to sleep that night, Qiao Nansheng very consciously carried her to sleep on the sofa.
Zhou Cheng glanced at her without saying a word. After she fell asleep, he went over and carried her to the bed again. He then picked up his phone, turned on the screen, unlocked it using Qiao Nansheng's thumb, and opened WeChat to check.
However, she deleted all her chat messages with Han Ye. When he found Han Ye's WeChat account and clicked on it, there was nothing there.
Zhou Cheng increasingly felt that she had talked to Han Ye about something she shouldn't have behind his back. If they hadn't talked about anything shameful, why was she so afraid of him looking at her phone?
His face was expressionless and he was very unhappy. Just as he was about to put down his phone, he saw his WeChat and his gaze fell on the nickname she had given him. Zhou Cheng's expression darkened even further.
That man?
In her eyes, could he only be referred to as that man?
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