Jing Zhan saw the person walk to the door of room 1207, knock a few tis, and soone answered the door.
After the person went inside, the hallway returned to silence.
A sudden flash of insight struck Jing Zhan. She grabbed Jing Huan’s arm and exclaid, "I finally rembered who she is. She’s Mr. Xie’s fiancée."
Jing Huan glanced at her in surprise, "Are you sure?"
"I wouldn’t mistake her for soone else. Two years ago, at Gu Hen’s birthday banquet, she attended with Mr. Xie—I saw her there."
Gu Hen, a prominent figure of the Gu family’s secondary branch, was a luminary in the field of education, with countless protégés worldwide.
Xie Feng is one of Gu Hen’s students, holding dual doctoral degrees in mathematics and education from De Ren University. He’s now a core mber of the faculty team at De Ren Middle School.
The current principal of De Ren Middle School is close to retirent age, and Xie Feng is likely the top candidate to succeed him. If this happens, he’ll beco the youngest principal in the school’s history—a true paragon of youthful accomplishnt.
Xie Feng teaches De Ren Middle School’s prestigious Young Talent Class, where every single student is a one-in-a-million prodigy. Yu Ruohuan is one of its mbers.
Jing Huan and Yu Ruohuan, with limited intelligence, weren’t able to enter the Young Talent Class. But during various school assemblies, they would often see the ever-present figure of Mr. Xie.
In the adolescent bloom of emotions, soone like Xie Feng—charming and gentlemanly—is the secret longing of many young girls.
That banquet wasn’t forgotten by Jing Huan either. "I rember it now."
With Xie Feng’s outstanding looks and deanor, the woman beside him appeared rather plain. Two years have passed, and Jing Huan’s mory of her appearance is vague, but Jing Zhan’s sharp mory ensures she isn’t mistaken.
"Afterward, I heard rumors that Mr. Xie cheated on Mr. Gu, leading to his fiancée breaking up with him. I thought it was nonsense, but now that his fiancée has sought him out, it seems the rumors were baseless."
Jing Huan lacked interest. "Alright, go get so rest."
Girls naturally have a passion for gossip. Jing Zhan waved her hand dismissively. "You go ahead. Don’t bother with ."
Jing Huan was exhausted and returned to his room, leaving her there.
Jing Zhan sneaked to the door of room 1207. The hotel’s soundproofing was excellent—she couldn’t hear a thing.
At De Ren Middle School, Mr. Xie has a legion of adoring fans. He has never admitted to having a fiancée, leaving the truth about it unclear to the public. However, his scandalous affair with Mr. Gu was very much the talk of the town.
So, who is Mr. Gu? Gu Suqiu—a renowned talent and literary scholar—has published nurous academic essays. She also holds the distinction of being Gu Hen’s niece and teaches classical studies at De Ren Middle School. She is perpetually dressed in flowing long hair and white dresses, exuding a delicate beauty akin to a lotus freshly budded in sumr ponds—a divine muse, the unattainable "white moonlight" in the hearts of many male students.
In terms of appearance or education, the two truly seed like a couple brought together by fate.
Not long ago, there were rumors circulating within the school that Mr. Gu had introduced Mr. Xie to her family, causing heartbreak across the classrooms for both boys and girls alike.
And now, just a short while later, Mr. Xie’s fiancée has appeared—this drama is almost too much.
Jing Zhan pulled out her phone and sent a ssage to her friend. There’s no way she could keep this gossip to herself—it wouldn’t be as fun.
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A cup of tea was placed before her, carrying with it the aroma of herbs and the gentle sound of a man’s voice.
"I rember you’ve always had trouble sleeping. This calming tea was crafted by a traditional Chinese dicine practitioner I know. I still have tea bags here; rember to take so with you before you leave."
The tea carried a hint of bitterness, infused with lotus seeds, lily bulbs, and gardenia—ingredients defined by their solitary bitterness.
ng Junzhu didn’t reach for the cup. Without expression, she said, "Let’s talk about the Young Talent Class."
"Azhu, you’ve lost so much weight. Has life in Qingzhou been that hard? Co back anyti if you want."
Under the warm light, the man’s gaze was like an ocean of deep affection, bound to make any woman lose herself.
Unfortunately, ng Junzhu remained entirely unmoved.
A cold smirk played across her lips.
"And what about your Gu Suqiu?"
"You’ve misunderstood. She and I are rely friends..."
"Enough. If this is all you brought here to say, let’s end this conversation now."
ng Junzhu picked up her bag, turned, and left.
"I am part of the core faculty for launching the Young Talent Class."
The man’s voice—gentle yet resolute—rang out behind her.
ng Junzhu abruptly turned around.
The man lounged confidently on the sofa, as if convinced she wouldn’t leave.
"What are the selection criteria?"
He pointed to the sofa.
ng Junzhu pressed her lips together and slowly sat down.
"This ti, I’m leading the winter camp myself to scout for promising students. What, do you have soone in mind to recomnd?"
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