Wu Qing never expected that her attempt to create trouble for Yun Qiluo, just because she was in a bad mood, wouldn’t affect Yun Qiluo at all but would end up completely exposing herself.
These past few days, she had been happily listening to people gossip about Yun Qiluo’s family background and her being kept, fanning the flas in secret without saying a word.
She thought that her anonymous submission wouldn’t be traced back to her, having used soone else’s small Weibo account for the submission, so there was no way to link it to her.
Unfortunately, she underestimated Yan Yan’s thods.
And because she wasn’t well-connected enough, she only knew Yun Qiluo was related to the Yan Family, but hadn’t heard of Mr. Yan’s reputation. If she had, she wouldn’t dare to act against Yun Qiluo even with a dozen guts.
On the day Wu Qing was caught, Song Shijia had just picked up Ji Ruofeng’s soy milk.
He was waiting for her downstairs from the girls’ dormitory.
The young man, dressed in casual clothes, stood beneath a tree, tall and elegantly poised. His features were as striking as a painting, drawing attention wherever he went like a ray of light entering one’s heart instantly.
It was Ji Xiaocao’s first ti waiting for a girl outside a dormitory, and he was slightly uncomfortable with all the attention.
Song Shijia hadn’t thought much of it initially, but upon seeing him, she started feeling nervous.
However, Ji Ruofeng’s face was red today. Whether from the wind or sothing else, she wasn’t sure.
After looking at her for a mont, he handed her two thermos cups expressionlessly.
He said, "These are for you and Little Sister-in-law. I have sothing to do later, so you can give it to her."
Song Shijia nervously and cautiously took them: "Okay, I’ll give it to her..."
After she spoke, Ji Ruofeng was about to leave, while Song Shijia was about to turn around.
Thinking of sothing, they both suddenly stopped and turned their heads at the sa ti, both pausing in surprise.
Ji Ruofeng scratched his head, hesitant to speak: "Shijia, um..."
"What’s up?"
Ji Ruofeng seed a bit embarrassed: "Well, why haven’t you been talking to these past two days?"
Song Shijia’s mind was filled with the thought, "Ji Shen is talking to and he’s so handso, ahhhh," and then she suddenly heard this.
She was montarily stunned, unable to react.
Ji Ruofeng asked again: "Are you still mad at ?"
His voice was soft, with a bit of cautiousness carried by the wind.
Song Shijia’s breath caught, and she hurriedly shook her head and waved her hands, flustered: "No, no."
How could she dare to be mad at him!
Although at first glance, she felt sothing was off with this face of Ji Xiaocao.
But over the past few days, she had gradually co to rge him with the Ji Shen in her mind.
The more they interacted, the more she realized they were actually the sa person all along.
The similarities were just too many to count.
It was just that she’d never thought in that direction before, so she hadn’t noticed it earlier.
Forgive her for now having beco a devoted fan of Ji Ruofeng’s appearance.
She used to secretly mock Ji Ruofeng’s fan club for liking a face and his noble deanor, ironically resulting in a character collapse into a silly husky.
Now, looking at the sa face, she could only say, there’s no one more handso in the world than him, ahhh!
Ji Ruofeng scratched his head, not upset, so what was the reason?
It seems that after revealing his identity, Shijia still feels a bit awkward, doesn’t she?
To be honest, he was also very nervous inside.
He said, "Shijia, no matter who I am, we’re still friends."
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