The hands Su Ruowan had rested against her thighs balled up into fists as jealousy overflowed in her eyes.
What means did Shen Xi, that b*tch, adopt to get those bunch of good-for-nothings in the international class on her side in such a short amount of time?
With bloodshot eyes, Su Mushi was ready to charge up and get even with Shen Xi.
Su Muyan pulled him back and spoke through clenched teeth. “Revenge is a dish best served cold.”
There was no chance for Mushi to strike a move since there were too many people at the TV station, not forgetting that Shen Xi was together with the international class as well.
Shen Zhangqing’s vehicle was not able to accommodate the more than a dozen international class students who came to root for Shen Xi.
Song Wenye brought along two girls to sit with Shen Xi in the backseat while the rest drove their cars to follow behind Shen Zhangqing’s.
Sitting in the front, Yun Jinping and Shen Zhangqing happily chatted away with the kids.
Shen Zhangqing thought the kids were just ordinary friends but one look through the rear-view mirror told otherwise. The cars tailing behind were all sports cars.
As a man, he was fond of cars, like the majority of men in the country. The car in the front was a Bugatti Veyron, while the following were a limited edition Maserati and Ferrari.
It appeared that Xixi’s friends came from wealthy backgrounds. He must improve the family’s financial status and earn more money so that her daughter could buy all the sports cars.
Song Wenye enviously whispered in Shen Xi’s ear. “Your mom and dad are so nice. What came into you to suffer in the hands of the Su family?
Shen Xi spoke in hushed tones. “I’m a nutcase.”
Song Wenye nodded in agreement before quietly offering weighty advice. “It’s not too late to come to your senses and return to your parents.”
She may come from a rich family but her parents were divorced early. Her dad remarried but her mom never did, albeit the latter switched boyfriends as quickly as changing clothes.
Song Wenye barely got to meet them in a year but all was good as long as her living expenses were wired to her account on time.
Since there were a lot of people and they were students, Shen Zhangqing suggested they dine at a seafood restaurant, a sushi place or other Michelin-starred restaurant.
These kids were children of the rich. Shen Zhangqing was conscious that society nowadays indulged too much in vanity and people might look down on Xixi for not eating in upscale places.
Although Song Wenye appeared offhand, she picked up on the fine details and proposed that they have hotpot together. The more the merrier when it came to hotpot.
In the end, the group made haste to a hotpot restaurant and requested for a huge private room. Everyone gathered around a table and cheerfully enjoyed their food.
“Lil Ye, Lil Xu, please drive slow on the road. Safety first.” Yun Jinping urged the children. “Head straight home and don’t wander off out there, or your parents will worry.”
Song Wenye and Pei Xu gave their word.
What was the point? No one at home would know or care even if they wandered off and left home for a few days.
“Xixi, tell me. Does Lil Xu like you?” Yun Jinping was pleased with the kid. He was good-looking and sensible, rich yet did not let money get into his head.
Kids this age were hitting puberty and experiencing the beginning of adolescent love. They should not be restrained as kids would rebel in the face of suppression.
There was nothing embarrassing about being in love. If being in a relationship could motivate positivity, it would only do good for their studies.
“Mom, the number of people chasing after him is equivalent to a queue stretching from our house to the neighborhood entrance. There’s just so many.” Shen Xi made up nonsense for Yun Jinping to give up on that thought. “I’m not interested in a guy like him.”
“What’s my daughter’s type?” Yun Jinping talked about anything and everything with her daughter. There was no secret between them.