“No, she’s in the Chinese Literature department, and we live on the same floor in the dorm,” Wuchen replied.
"You two have a good relationship?" Ye Qingqing asked again.
"So-so."
Wuchen felt that they weren't even ordinary friends. Several times she couldn't remember the girl's name. Was it Wang Xiaojuan or Zhang Meiling?
The food she had just eaten made her feel full, and Ye Qingqing swallowed it down, feeling a tightness in her chest. It was just an ordinary friend who would lend her his meal card so readily; this guy was even more extravagant than a tycoon. No wonder he spent money like water!
"Does she often borrow your meal card?"
"It's alright, I can't remember. Are you interrogating a prisoner? Asking all sorts of questions." Wuchen glared impatiently. They were just asking about trivial things. They clearly wanted to know about the meal card, so they should have just asked directly. She was already prepared to be scolded.
Ye Qingqing clenched her fists, took a deep breath for three seconds, and reminded herself to be mindful of her image. She was a gentle, virtuous, beautiful, and fashionable mother. She had finally calmed down, but seeing Wuchen's nonchalant attitude, her anger flared up again.
Huang Junkai kept winking at Wuchen, telling her to speak properly. It was wrong to waste money in the first place, and to be so impatient was even worse. No wonder Sister Ye's face turned blue with anger. Besides, she was pregnant. What if she got sick from all the anger?
"Let's talk outside. Little Huang, help me up."
Ye Qingqing swayed slightly when she got up. She had been too angry earlier, and her stomach hurt a little when she stood up. Huang Junkai was startled and quickly supported her. Wuchen was also startled and supported her on the other side, muttering, "If you're pregnant, you should stay at home and behave yourself. Why did you run out here?"
Huang Junkai was so angry that he kicked her. Sister Ye was already so angry, yet she still talked nonsense. She really didn't know any better.
"Get in my car."
Ye Qingqing recovered and glared at Wuchen. She asked Huang Junkai to help her up. Wuchen put the plate she had eaten back in the recycling bin and also helped her up. The three of them walked slowly.
Many people in the cafeteria greeted Wuchen, both men and women. It was clear that this girl was quite popular at school, but how she got such popularity remained to be seen. Ye Qingqing guessed that they were either her cronies or had ulterior motives.
"Wuchen, did you bring your meal card? I forgot to top it up, can I borrow it for a bit?"
At the entrance of the cafeteria, another female student called out to Wuchen. Her tone was very familiar, and she wasn't alone; she had come with several other female students. Since they were able to come to eat together, it meant they were either roommates or had a good relationship. Borrowing a meal card shouldn't be a problem for them, but they insisted on asking Wuchen for one.
It's obvious they're trying to take advantage of her, and only her dim-witted, foolish girl would fall for it.
Oh dear, she's so angry!
Ye Qingqing touched her belly. This brat was even dumber than she had been in her previous life. This wasn't just being slow-witted, it was being utterly clueless. Ye Mingcheng was only thinking about happy education and didn't even think about teaching her to be a little smarter.
It's also her fault for not fulfilling her responsibilities. She thought that since Wuchen's martial arts skills were good, it was okay if he was a little less cunning, he wouldn't suffer any losses. But the problem now is that this silly girl doesn't realize it herself, while she's watching from the sidelines, she's about to be driven crazy.
How could she not be angry that they were blatantly taking advantage of her family?
Before Wuchen could refuse, Ye Qingqing preemptively asked, "Wuchen, are you in the same class?"
"No, I live on the same floor."
Several female classmates saw Ye Qingqing. Seeing her fashionable clothes and imposing air, they immediately felt inferior and showed their fear. The girl who had lent her meal card earlier asked with a smile, "Wuchen, who is this pretty lady?"
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