"I need to speak to your uncle alone about this. Otherwise, why don’t we arrange a meeting just between your uncle and me?"
Qi Nian’s anxious expression relaxed, only to be replaced by wariness. Her gaze at Yuran seemed to say, don’t you dare have any ideas about my uncle.
Yuran’s lips twitched slightly, and she looked at Qi Nian, somewhat speechless, "Don’t worry, I have no inappropriate thoughts about your uncle. Give me your phone!"
Qi Nian covered her pocket, looking as if she were about to be indecently assaulted.
Yuran had already reached out, pushed Qi Nian’s hand away, took out the phone, used Qi Nian’s finger to unlock it, then tapped several times, saving her own number.
She then put the phone back exactly as it was. Throughout the process, Qi Nian was utterly dumbfounded. Afterward, she heard Yuran say, "Contact me after school. You can think it over in the meantime. That’s all for now, I’m heading off."
Qi Nian stood there, dazed, and it took her quite a while to snap out of her daze. Her face flushed red, and she gritted her teeth toward the direction where Yuran had disappeared, "That was too much."
Yuran was almost at the classroom door when she felt a tickle in her nose and rubbed it—was someone cursing me from behind?
As soon as she entered, her classmates swarmed up to her, sizing her up and chattering.
"How did it go? What happened, was it tough on you?"
"Must be some rich girl, so fierce."
"Did she threaten you?"
"Did she force you into some unfair treaty?"
Yuran couldn’t help but laugh and waved her hands, "You all have quite the imagination, but no. Thanks for your concern."
"Ah? None? Then what did she want from you?" a classmate asked in confusion.
But before Yuran could respond, the teacher entered the room, and everyone had to quietly return to their seats and start paying attention to the lecture.
Yuran sat down, her mind unexpectedly wandering. Qi Younian had been a long forgotten thought, and initially...
Forget it, she turned her face towards the window, not particularly fond of the memory.
Although Qi Nian was anxious about her uncle, she wouldn’t dare to openly tell him that she was going to contact the now famous M.YU, especially since she had eavesdropped on that phone call.
Sitting restlessly in the classroom, her thoughts had already flown far away.
At noon, Yuran didn’t receive a call from Qi Nian. She raised an eyebrow and wasn’t worried. At the moment class ended in the afternoon, she saw an incoming call from Qi Nian. Qi Nian on the other end hesitated for a long time before slowly saying unnaturally, "Yuran, I’ll just take you home with me!"
If she brought the person home, her uncle wouldn’t scold her in front of others.
She had thought about it all day and made the toughest decision for herself, while still living at her uncle’s house.
She really was, putting herself in a difficult situation that couldn’t be stopped.
With a slight thought, Yuran guessed the girl’s intentions and replied, "Alright, then come to our class to find me now."
Qi Nian’s voice couldn’t hide her joy, "Okay, okay, just wait for me, I’ll be there immediately."
Qi Nian appeared again at the door of Yuran’s class, and many classmates turned to look her way, making Qi Nian jump, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Yuran smiled slightly. Amid the scrutiny from everyone, she walked toward her, and Qi Nian, looking puzzled, asked Yuran, "Why are your classmates looking at me like they want to devour me? I admit I was a bit off this morning, but it’s not like I deserve to be universally hated!"