After school, He Jing packed her schoolbag as usual to go home. Yan Hanxi sat next to her and slept through three classes, his face covered with a textbook and still not awake.
Shen Qiuyu had just finished packing her things when she excitedly came over. Just as she was about to start talking, she glanced at Yan Hanxi and lowered her voice to ask, "Sister Jing, what are you going to wear to the costume party?"
He Jing looked up in surprise, almost thinking she hadn't heard clearly, and asked, "What, what clothes?"
Shen Qiuyu said, "A costume party."
He Jing remained silent; she didn't know anything about this costume party.
Shen Qiuyu knew what was going on as soon as she saw her expression. She slapped her forehead, feeling a bit of a headache: "Seriously, Sister Jing? Even if you love studying, you can't work this hard. Everyone was talking about it last Friday, and I even asked you about it."
He Jing took a deep breath: "...I'm sorry."
She really had no recollection of it at all. Last Friday, her mind was preoccupied with how to bring down the Zhu family, so she didn't really listen.
Shen Qiuyu was speechless with admiration: "No wonder you got into Tsinghua University, Sister Jing. If you didn't get in, who would? You're working so hard it's unfair."
He Jing raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying it. Shen Qiuyu then continued, "The week after next, the Qin family is holding a costume party. All the students in our class have received invitations, including you, Sister Jing."
He Jing murmured, "The Qin family?"
“It’s Qin Yiyi’s house,” Shen Qiuyu said. “She’s a jewelry designer, and her father is the CEO of a clothing company, so there’s a large showroom at home that will be converted into a dance hall.”
Oh right, there seems to be only one person in the class with the surname Qin.
Qin Yiyi is a female classmate with pretty good grades, and I don't usually have much interaction with her.
He Jing wasn't very interested in the ball and hesitated, saying, "Maybe I shouldn't go."
Buying a formal dress costs money, and this expensive expense is enough for the He family to improve their meals for several months.
Since it's a dance, you can't exactly wear jeans...
Shen Qiuyu was not happy about it and quickly said, "Sister Jing, that day was also Qin Yiyi's birthday."
"oh--"
"Brother Xi is going too!"
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Shen Qiuyu knew that bringing up Yan Hanxi would definitely work. She glanced at Yan Hanxi cautiously, and seeing that he was still asleep, she breathed a sigh of relief and pressed her advantage, saying, "Sister Jing, you should go. I want to go with you."
He Jing frowned, glanced at Yan Hanxi, and asked, "Are you sure?"
The original novel clearly states that Yan Hanxi dislikes such flashy occasions, and he only shows up when the real heiress is present or when she is being bullied...
etc.
He Jing suddenly remembered the costume party... Wasn't that one of the major events where the real heiress started eight hundred male supporting characters who were infatuated with her, crazy about her, and banged their heads against the wall for her, while also developing feelings for the male lead?
He Jing couldn't help but twitch her lips. Things that happened after autumn were already on the agenda in summer. The plot couldn't be more twisted.
Has God gone mad in order to make her cannon fodder?
Seeing that she was thinking it over and over, Shen Qiuyu reached out across the desk to take her arm and say in a coquettish tone, "Sister Jing, come on, I can't wait to see you in your beautiful and fluffy princess dress."
She also secretly spent a lot of money to buy a pair of Cinderella-style crystal shoes through a personal shopper.
When He Jing is reincarnated as Cinderella, who would dare to complain that she isn't a rich heiress?
He Jing had no idea what Shen Qiuyu was up to, and simply said, "Okay, I'll go then."
Anyway, if it's a blessing in disguise, it's not a curse; if it's a curse, you can't escape it. She's prepared to be cannon fodder.
Shen Qiuyu was overjoyed and ran off happily like a child: "I'm going back to prepare my dress right now. See you tomorrow, Sister Jing."
He Jing shook her head and smiled. As she watched her skip away, she couldn't help but ponder. In general, the prettier the cannon fodder is dressed, the faster they die in these situations. Maybe... she should just put a burlap sack over there?
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