Su Li felt she might have inadvertently offended Feng Huaijin and wondered if she could coax out someone who could help her make it rain from his lips.
Su Li sighed, holding a little pink umbrella in one hand and a phone in the other, staring at the screen.
It’s already past ten at night now, Tuanzi is probably asleep, right? Would messaging him now disturb him?
Kids usually go to bed pretty early.
While pondering, Su Li seemed to hear someone calling her name in a voice as small as a mosquito’s.
Lu Zifan, with a flushed face, whispered, "Su Li, junior, Su Li, junior..."
The pretty silhouette ahead continued walking towards the girls’ dormitory, seemingly not having heard his call at all.
Lu Zifan’s expression slightly changed, his hands instinctively twisted together, a shadow in his eyes as feelings of inferiority surged in his heart.
Does this pretty junior also despise him for being poor? Looks down on him for studying Chinese as a poor scholar?
He had thought she, being the top scorer in the college entrance exam, always cared about academic results and wouldn’t care about money, but they are the same; when encountering a poor guy, they don’t even bother to acknowledge him.
Su Li snapped back to reality and turned her head to look; the Chinese senior who had previously given her mineral water was passing by with a tight grip on his fists and a serious face.
Su Li’s delicate brows gradually knit together; she hadn’t offended him, had she?
Su Li sighed; indeed, quirky people are not few at university. In contrast, Feng Huaijin is easier to please and coax.
A little coquetry and soft words, and Feng Huaijin is out of tricks.
Su Li returned to the dormitory and hung the umbrella aside.
Yan Sida was reading, while Ling Chenyu and He Jiaren sat together watching variety shows.
Ling Chenyu, upon seeing Su Li return, said with a slightly bragging tone, "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival; my fiancé sent mooncakes, I’ll share some with you all."
Ling Chenyu never intended to have her fiancé send things to her roommates, but Feng Ciye said this is just how dormitory interactions go.
Her Fourth Brother did it for her, so she’ll reluctantly let them try it.
Su Li looked over and saw that each person’s desk had a box of exquisitely packaged mooncakes on it.
Su Li remembered these mooncakes were very expensive, costing 999 yuan for just three, and there were purchase limits; not everyone could buy them.
Last Mid-Autumn Festival, her foster father Chu Hongyuan had specially gone out of town to buy a box each for her and Chu Canyang.
Now, everything has changed.
Su Li felt a little bittersweet, her heart gradually becoming uncomfortable.
Su Li took the mooncake box out from its paper packaging, and unexpectedly, a small card slipped out from the lining.
Su Li couldn’t resist sniffing it; there was a faint scent of clivia, refreshing and pleasant.
Written on it in pen were a few free-spirited words: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival." Was this Feng Ciye’s handwriting? Truly, it’s beautiful!
Ling Chenyu suddenly rushed over, snatching the card from Su Li’s hands suspiciously, "Why do you have a card? Why don’t ours?"
Su Li looked innocent; how would she know?
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He Jiaren quickly smoothed things over, saying, "Chenyu, this box of mooncakes must be specially for you from the Fourth Young Master; it’s just that all the mooncake boxes look the same, so there was a mix-up."
Ling Chenyu’s unpleasant expression eased a lot, definitely, that’s the reason.
Ling Chenyu swiftly hugged her still unopened box of mooncakes and handed it to her, saying, "This box was sent by my fiancé, there must be a mistake. Let’s swap."
Su Li didn’t mind, but then she heard Yan Sida, who was reading across from them, snort without lifting her head, "If you don’t want to give it, then don’t; why find such a grand excuse?"