C14 Lin Qingqing Was about to Explode with Anger!!

"Hey, Qingqing." Lin Qianqian answered the phone. On the other end, Lin Qingqing was eager to know if she had worn the sexy nightgown to see Yuchen. Feigning shyness, she replied, "I did... Qingqing, thanks for encouraging me. My husband thought my outfit was quite unique, but he said I should only dress like that in front of him. He prefers I keep a fresh style like I have these past few days when around others... He's my husband, how could I not listen to him?"

Lin Qingqing tried to persuade her to revert to her old, edgy style for school, saying everyone was used to her original look.

Qianqian continued to play the part of the indecisive fool, using Yuchen as her excuse. Qingqing was probably fuming on the other end, her voice stiff as she muttered, "Fine, do what you want," before hanging up.

Qianqian rested her chin in her hand, smiling to herself. "I just realized Yuchen makes a pretty effective shield..."

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Having just used Yuchen as her excuse, Qianqian felt a bit guilty and called out a little louder than usual, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Mrs. Liu. Can you open the door?"

"Oh, coming." Recognizing Mrs. Liu's voice, Qianqian quickly got up to open the door.

Outside, Mrs. Liu stood with a small tray holding a cup of hot milk. Smiling at Qianqian, she said, "It's already 10:30. The young master said you're working hard, so he wants you to have a cup of hot milk every night. Don't stay up too late. Drink it and get some rest. You'll study more efficiently with a good night's sleep."

"Thank you, Mrs. Liu." Qianqian took the cup from the tray.

Mrs. Liu's constant reminders were oddly comforting. Yet, the fact that Yuchen had arranged for the milk...

In her past life, after that night, he never looked at her the same way again.

Now that she had resolved to distance herself from him, he was giving her the attention she had longed for in a previous life.

"Lin Qianqian, why are you getting butterflies? Wasn't the pain from the last time enough?"

Holding the warm cup of milk, her heart felt both sour and sweet.

...

On Monday, Lin Qianqian still woke up early and had breakfast with Lu Yuchen, but she was much more at ease than before.

Lin Qianqian was studying humanities. On Monday mornings, her first two classes were English, followed by two periods of political science. The review sessions were organized by units, and after finishing each unit, they used a set of school-provided review materials.

They had just finished reviewing the first unit of the freshman English textbook. After Ms. Chen, their English teacher, explained the unit's review questions during the second period, she asked, "Next is the essay. Before I translate and analyze the grammar, does anyone want to try translating it? Either the whole thing or just a few paragraphs."

The students looked around at each other, but no one raised their hand.

Then, Qin Miaomiao spoke up loudly, "Ms. Chen, I just saw Lin Qianqian making translation notes. Maybe she knows."

"Lin Qianqian?" Ms. Chen frowned slightly.

This student was notorious at Dicheng High School for being a troublemaker, frequently late, leaving early, and skipping classes. However, she seemed to have some connections, as even the principal couldn't do much about her.

Ms. Chen disliked students who relied on family influence yet didn't apply themselves to their studies.

Thinking of this, Ms. Chen's expression turned a bit stern as she said, "I'll read it to you first, then translate and explain the grammar."

At that moment, Lin Qianqian raised her hand...