Song Yan Ning and Mo Xier walked to the school gate and from a distance saw a lavishly dressed woman standing beside Qin Yushen’s car.
"Song Yan Ning, do you know her?" Mo Xier turned her head to look at Song Yan Ning.
"I’ve seen her." Song Yan Ning walked towards Qin Yushen’s car.
Qin Yushen saw Song Yan Ning, pushed open the car door, and got out. He didn’t know why Han Shengmei had shown up here; he had already rejected her clearly, yet she refused to leave. If it weren’t for the fact that this was the school gate and he had to wait for Xiao Ning after school, he would have driven away long ago.
"Xiao Ning." Qin Yushen walked forward, took the backpack from Song Yan Ning’s hands, ruffled her hair, and looked into her eyes filled with warmth, which was utterly different from the distant, cold gaze he had given Han Shengmei just a moment ago.
"I’m tired, let’s go home," Song Yan Ning said, leaning her head on Qin Yushen’s shoulder.
"Mhm." Qin Yushen nodded slightly, picked up Song Yan Ning in his arms, and walked towards the passenger side.
Mo Xier’s eyes widened. The display of affection was so much that she could skip dinner.
Han Shengmei clenched her teeth in jealousy, but maintained a shallow smile on her face, "Qin Yushen, I came to invite you to be my escort at tonight’s banquet. You are the only man I know in Huaxia, so please do me this favor." As long as Qin Yushen agreed to be her escort, she was confident that he would come to like her. Compared to a young girl like Song Yan Ning, her mature charm was surely more appealing. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have had so many admirers in Korea.
Qin Yushen didn’t respond to Han Shengmei, opened the car door, bent down to place Song Yan Ning in the passenger seat, and fastened her seatbelt, "Rest for a bit, I’ll wake you when we get home."
"Mhm." Song Yan Ning smiled and nodded.
Qin Yushen closed the door for Song Yan Ning, walked to the driver’s side, got in, and shut the door, treating Han Shengmei as if she were thin air.
"Qin Yushen, did you hear me? I want to invite you to be the escort at my banquet," Han Shengmei yelled after the car. This time, she didn’t dare to directly open the car door; she was afraid of a repeat of last time. This was the school gate, with constant foot traffic—if something like last time happened, it would be too embarrassing. She was a well-known lady in Korea; how could she disgrace herself in front of everyone?
The only response she got was the car speeding away.
Han Shengmei stomped her foot in anger, swearing to herself that she would make Qin Yushen fall for her one way or another.
"This dear lady, you might as well give up that wishful thinking; you’re never going to succeed," Mo Xier walked up, looking at Han Shengmei mockingly. The woman was indeed attractive, but with how much Qin Yushen cared for Song Yan Ning, how could he possibly transfer his affections?
Han Shengmei glared at Mo Xier, "Mind your own business!"
Mo Xier shrugged, "You’re not from Huaxia, are you?"
"How did you know?" Han Shengmei asked in surprise. She thought she didn’t look much different from the people of Huaxia.
"Because we in Huaxia have an old saying, ’A melon forcibly twisted off the vine is not sweet.’" Mo Xier laughed out loud, turned around, and walked away, but her heart jumped when she saw a familiar car parked not far away. Why was he here?
Snapping out of it, Mo Xier quickly quickened her pace. She wasn’t ready to face him yet.
Mo Zhenqi smiled slightly, opened his car door, caught up to Mo Xier in a few steps, took her by the arm, and whispered into her ear, "My dear sister, didn’t you see your brother’s car, hmm?"