Although Luo Qianqian was still worried, she had to obediently go to school, and Qin Wen rode Qin Nuan and Cong Rong to the entrance of the residential complex early in the morning.
"Qianqian, why are you so slow?" Seeing Luo Qianqian co out, Qin Nuan complained with dissatisfaction, "The Xiaolongbao I bought for you have gone cold."
Luo Qianqian blinked innocently, "But I did have breakfast..."
After getting in the car, Qin Wen pinched the bridge of his nose and started the car, "Were you very tired yesterday? Your walking posture looks strange?"
Luo Qianqian subconsciously touched her knee, then frowned, "I now deeply understand the cruelty of ancient tis, all this kneeling, it’s simply the greatest disrespect to my knees!"
Qin Nuan frowned, lifted Luo Qianqian’s skirt, and looking at her knees, was speechless, "Did you go and perform a kowtow ceremony or what?"
"I wonder too." Luo Qianqian put her skirt down, a sad expression on her face, "If I hadn’t applied dicine yesterday, today it would be even more swollen. I didn’t sleep well last night."
Qin Wen, seeing Qin Nuan’s actions in the rearview mirror, was also speechless. How could he, as a man, not care? Was this really okay?
"Jimo... what’s his na again?" asked Qin Nuan.
"Jimo Cheng." Luo Qianqian repeated, feeling helpless.
"Right, him. He didn’t stop you from kneeling so much??" Qin Nuan looked displeased, "What kind of fiancé is he, not even as thoughtful as my Xiao Ran."
Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes, "So did you two sisters-in-law go out yesterday?" Her tone was full of envy but also so annoyance, "Alas, going back ho to school ans being surrounded by family, it feels like I’m digging my own grave, placing myself under surveillance."
Cong Rong and Qin Nuan chuckled, "Stop joking, who’s watching you?"
"Humph, believe it or not, if I do anything, my two brothers will know first, and then the whole family will know..."
Qin Nuan was speechless, was she that gossipy? "Don’t worry, who would talk about you for no reason, just because you are pretty?"
Cong Rong covered her mouth and laughed but also agreed.
"Call if you need anything." Qin Wen sighed and stopped the car, "Go to class, you kids."
Luo Qianqian’s mouth twitched, that comnt was fine for her and Qin Nuan, but for Cong Rong, it was quite unfair.
And indeed, it wasn’t unfair at all. The recent tumult at the Qin Family was for no other reason than being astounded by Cong Rong’s culinary skills, which led Qin Nuan to try cooking, making him unable to even bear looking at the kitchen anymore.
The three of them returned to their dorm room to grab their books and then headed to their respective classrooms. The dorm room was empty since it was nearly ti for class.
Upon reaching the classroom and seeing an empty seat, Luo Qianqian suddenly rembered Elvis was still in the hospital. She took out her cellphone, sent a ssage, and soon got a reply that he indeed had gone ho. They agreed to et after class to visit him.
Just then, a soft voice sounded by her ear, "Can I sit here?"
Luo Qianqian looked up and saw Jimo Cheng, eyes wide, "What are you doing here?"
But she still moved over one seat, sitting where Elvis usually sat.
"Ca to listen to your class, oh right, I’m now a sophomore at the School of Fine Arts, just transferred here, so please take care of , junior student," Jimo Cheng chuckled, "Grandfather just returned recently, and I hadn’t decided which school to attend. I thought I’d transfer sowhere close to you."
Luo Qianqian was speechless. So he goes wherever he wants?
"Don’t you have class today?" Luo Qianqian was already aware of the countless gazes turned their way, how did he always manage to attract attention?
"No, I don’t," Jimo Cheng smiled, taking out a notebook. He didn’t say that if it weren’t for wanting to be close to her, he wouldn’t need to attend classes here, "Hope that I won’t disturb you?"
Luo Qianqian shook her head, "Just worried you might find it boring."
"Hey, Luo Qianqian, Elvis hasn’t been around for a couple of days, and you’ve already swapped him for another handso guy? And this handso guy is..." A girl who wasn’t very familiar ca over to strike up a conversation. Luo Qianqian hadn’t had much interaction with her before, so how could she know who she was? She just gave her a cold look and then bowed her head, disdaining to explain.
"Well, let introduce him. This one is Luo Qianqian’s fiancé." No one expected the speaker to be Han Chen, who was just passing by the classroom. His appearance even carried a bit of vicissitude.
Luo Qianqian furrowed her brow slightly but didn’t respond.
There were too many people in the school, and it wasn’t convenient to ask anything.
This statent blew up the classroom, "Fiancé??!!!"
"Luo Qianqian, is it true?" Xi ng frowned as she stepped forward, slamming her hands on the desk as she looked at Luo Qianqian.
Luo Qianqian looked baffled, was there so connection between Xi ng and her?
But since Jimo Cheng was here, she didn’t find it necessary to embarrass him, "That’s right, this is my fiancé, Jimo Cheng. What, didn’t you go to the party? Or didn’t you read the newspaper?"
Jimo Cheng stood up confidently, "Hello, I am Jimo Cheng."
Xi ng’s face looked even worse when she heard the surna, "So what was said in the newspapers was true?"
She slamd the newspaper on the desk, Luo Qianqian looked down and saw it was indeed a striking headline, #Jimo Kong takes disciple and settles grandson’s wife, the sa person!#
Luo Qianqian’s lips twitched as she looked at Jimo Cheng, "There were dia yesterday?" The front-page photo was clearly from yesterday’s attire. It was also a photo of her kneeling, couldn’t they have taken so nicer photos?? Luo Qianqian scread inside, yet her face remained calm.
Jimo Cheng shook his head, "It must have been grandfather who had soone take the photos. Mo Studio does not allow dia inside."
She thought so, why else would there be such photos? She clearly hadn’t seen any cara flashes or anything like that.
"Luckily, they didn’t show the full face." Luo Qianqian pouted, otherwise she would have beco famous.
Xi Ming flipped to the details and saw a photo of her in a dress standing next to Jimo Cheng. Her eyes widened in surprise. She knew there was dia at the party, and she knew they were taking photos, but when did they manage to capture her front face without her noticing?
Due to so kind of avoidance, she hadn’t watched TV or read newspapers these past two days.
To her surprise, Jimo Cheng nodded, "The photos turned out fine, they didn’t make look too old."
Luo Qianqian’s lips twitched. Was that the point???
"As long as you’re happy." After speaking, she sat down and opened her book; she hadn’t attended classes for several days, who knew what lessons she had missed? It was important to preview them quickly.
Xi ng, speechless, looked at Luo Qianqian’s attitude and then stord off, not back to her seat, but out of the classroom.
Jimo Cheng narrowed his eyes. Xi Ming was one of Luo Qianqian’s friends, but this Xi ng seed to be scheming sothing; it was best for him to be cautious.
Usually, Luo Qianqian only had a slightly better relationship with Elvis in the class and hung out with a few close friends after class, so she didn’t feel anything odd about being isolated since she was generally a loner.
Jimo Cheng, on the other hand, had always lived abroad and didn’t have many friends. He was already immune to the strange looks from others. He quietly took out a blank notebook from his bag, ignoring the surroundings, and did not disturb Luo Qianqian.
The others were whispering among themselves, but they didn’t dare say anything out loud. They had seen the newspaper too and were surprised to discover that Luo Qianqian was indeed their classmate, the daughter of the Luo Family.
From the back row, Wang Zi sighed, "Such fate, so people are just born to be princesses, adored by everyone."
Sun Bin looked resentfully at Luo Qianqian’s back, "Having a fiancé is nothing great, Xi ng is still more handso!"
Until class started, no one else bothered Luo Qianqian and Jimo Cheng, nor did anyone approach Jimo Cheng just because he was good-looking; after all, this was still a classroom.
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