Qin Beiming pondered the suggestions from his brothers in the WeChat group, and his tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed.
He had been wanting to ask Ling Mo out for dinner for a long time, but he was struggling to find a proper reason.
Now that he has received such a valuable gift from her, he should reciprocate in some way, both morally and logically.
Simply asking her out for dinner alone seems a bit too obvious.
If we make her feel uncomfortable, it would be a case of more harm than good.
After pondering for a moment, Qin Beiming sent Huo Yunting a private message:
How about taking Miss Song ice skating this Saturday?
After receiving Qin Beiming's private message, Huo Yunting didn't rush to reply, but instead asked:
Third Brother, are you truly sincere towards Third Sister-in-law?
Qin Beiming didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he just typed three question marks.
Three years ago, I failed to confront my own feelings in time, causing Wanwan a lot of distress. Third Brother, if you truly love Third Sister-in-law, you must treat her well. If you just want to play around, can't you find someone else to play with?
I never intended to toy with anyone.
Upon hearing this, Huo Yunting finally breathed a sigh of relief:
[That's good. Wanwan cares a lot about her third sister-in-law. If you let her suffer, Wanwan will inevitably come to hate me too. My relationship with Wanwan is like a tightly strung bow; I can only be extremely careful with every step I take.]
Qin Beiming was even more confused.
In his opinion, Huo Yunting was clearly less reliable than him.
At least he wouldn't force Ling Mo to do things she didn't want to do.
Huo Yunting, on the other hand, dared to use any means necessary, and even forcefully pressured Song Xingwan to live with him.
If Ling Mo found out about these things, what would happen?
Qin Beiming knew that the truth would eventually come out, and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He then carefully instructed Huo Yunting:
Ah Ting, remember, you must treat Miss Song well.
After putting down his phone, Qin Beiming leaned lazily against the back of the chair in the infirmary, playing with the delicate little porcelain bottle in his hand with great interest.
Seeing his gentle expression, radiating warmth, Mr. Smith asked curiously:
"Where did you get this porcelain bottle? What's in it?"
Qin Beiming clutched the bottle tightly, looking slightly proud and a little smug, and said, "The Rejuvenation Pill was a gift from her."
"A recovery pill? Really?!"
Mr. Smith's eyes lit up, and he made a move to snatch the porcelain bottle from his hand, muttering to himself, "Lately, I've been feeling terribly weak. Quick! Give me a 'Rejuvenating Pill' to replenish my strength."
Qin Beiming casually stuffed the small porcelain bottle into his pocket and said without room for argument, "Don't touch it! This was given to me by her own hand. It has great significance. I can't bear to eat it myself."
"Strange! Miss Ling is just a high school student, where did she get such a precious recovery pill?"
"She...she seems to be hiding many secrets, and she always manages to surprise people."
Qin Beiming smiled, his brows revealing a doting affection that even he himself was unaware of.
Mr. Smith, eyeing the elixir of resuscitation in his pocket, circled him for a long time before suddenly leaning close and saying mysteriously:
"I happen to have a little gossip about Miss Ling. Would you be interested in hearing it?"
"explain."
“I don’t do business at a loss. Unless you bring back the Divine Pill in exchange.” Mr. Smith kept him in suspense for a moment, then reached out to ask for the Divine Pill.
"..."
Qin Beiming always felt that Mr. Smith was really annoying. He knew how much Mr. Smith treasured this bottle of Rejuvenation Pill, yet he still had the nerve to ask him for it.
In exchange for the inside scoop Smith had mentioned, after much hesitation, he finally reluctantly gave up a Rejuvenation Pill, asking in a slightly anxious tone:
"What rumor? Tell me about it."
Having successfully obtained the elixir of life, Mr. Smith pointed contentedly towards the playground and said, feigning profound wisdom:
"I heard from the students who came to see the doctor that during morning exercises this morning, Miss Ling's sister will go up to the main platform on the playground and kneel down to admit defeat to Miss Ling. I'm thinking that this matter can't be that simple. Why don't we go and join in the fun?"
"The whole school knows about this, so it can't be considered gossip."
Although Qin Beiming felt a pang of regret that a single Rejuvenation Pill had only brought him widespread news, the mere thought of Liang Feifan's repulsive face made him forget all about arguing with Mr. Smith. He quickly grabbed Mr. Smith's arm and hurried towards the playground.
When they arrived, all the students in the school had already lined up in neat formations and gathered on the huge playground.
Perhaps because there was something exciting to watch, the students, who were usually yawning all the time, stretched their necks, widened their eyes, and stared intently at Cheng Cheng, the class monitor of Class F in the third year of high school, who was standing in front of the standing microphone on the main stage.
On the main stage, Cheng Cheng briefly summarized the bet between Ling Mo and Ling Tian, and after stating the result, he politely gestured for Ling Tian to enter, and then announced in a loud voice:
"Ling Tian, it's your turn to fulfill your bet."
"I..."
Ling Tian's face turned pale. She glanced at Liang Feifan, who was standing not far from her, without saying a word. She bit her lower lip tightly and tried her best to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes.
Cheng Cheng looked at Ling Tian's current predicament with indifference. He didn't feel sorry for her at all; instead, a sense of contempt suddenly arose in his heart.
It should be noted that this bet was originally made by Ling Tian, who chose her own advantages and picked Ling Mo's disadvantages.
In this situation, she lost the bet, yet she still has the nerve to act like a victim?
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