Sun Jiao watched Qin Tao calmly go upstairs and was so angry she pounded the table in place.
That poor second family with their failed business and useless son dared to argue with her?
Clearly, the second family used to swallow their pride and let her ridicule them.
What bothered Sun Jiao even more was that she suddenly realized, when Qin Tao went up the stairs, she was light and quick, not at all like someone who just went out jogging for over an hour; she looked completely refreshed.
And Qin Tao’s back seemed much slimmer, it seemed she had a waistline now, and she even moved with some grace.
Unbelievable, that can’t be possible.
Qin Tao, at 1.6 meters tall and weighing 160 pounds, could actually slim down to have a waist?
She must have seen it wrong.
Qin Tao passed by her son’s room, thinking of knocking and comforting him.
After a moment’s thought, her son had been scolded by his grandfather more than once; if he didn’t have the inner strength and resilience, could he still be her son?
She withdrew her hand and returned to her own bedroom.
She was about to take a shower.
Her husband, Gu Xizhi, suddenly hugged her from behind, "Wife... you’ve been jogging and exercising too long, don’t you know someone’s waiting for you impatiently..."
Qin Tao blushed, "Cough cough, I haven’t showered yet."
Gu Xizhi took a deep whiff, "No, my wife smells great!"
Qin Tao: "..." Does a man’s mouth get so sweet when he wants to do that? It seems like her husband wasn’t so lovey-dovey before.
"Wife, you smell so nice, and your waist is so thin, I just want to squeeze it..."
Qin Tao: "..." What? Saying she smells nice is barely acceptable, but saying she has a waist and it’s thin?
He must be mistaken; she clearly has a barrel waist.
Qin Tao couldn’t help but look at the full-length mirror in the bedroom, but before she could see her figure, she was already dragged onto the bed by Gu Xizhi, who couldn’t wait...
Oh dear, at this age, how could this old man suddenly be so shameless?
Gu Jingyan shut the door and sulked in his bedroom.
In the silence, he suddenly heard a thumping sound from the bedroom next door.
Without giving it much thought, as if guided by some unknown force, he opened his computer, "Won’t let me apply for archaeology, huh? I’ll apply anyway! I don’t even care about the Gu Family heir position, what can you do to me?"
He opened the Imperial University entrance application system and step by step entered his information, selecting the archaeology major in the history department of Imperial University.
Then he discovered...
After he submitted his application, the registration channel for the archaeology major closed!
Which meant, he was the last person in the country to successfully apply for the archaeology major at Imperial University. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel fire.net
Gu Jingyan broke out in a cold sweat.
He was just one second away from not being able to apply.
How could such an unpopular major close the application channel so early?
He checked the number of applicants...
Oh my, Imperial University’s archaeology major only recruits a few dozen students a year, and thirty thousand applicants competed fiercely for it? This isn’t a popular major like medicine, law, or computer science.
Could it be because Qingcheng discovered a world-shaking ancient tomb before the college entrance exam, making students start to take interest in the unpopular archaeology major?
He began to worry if his score of 730 would be insufficient among the thirty thousand.
If he wound up being rejected by the archaeology department for a low score, his old man could laugh at him for a lifetime!
Gu Jingyan was full of frustration, suddenly recalling when Zu Zi advised him to hurry back and apply for school before leaving, breaking out in a cold sweat once again.
The casual way she dismissed him and urged him to leave turned out to be incredibly prophetic.