Yue Jiannan’s incessant chatter suddenly halted as he gently tightened his grip on Lin Yushan’s hand.
At that, Yue Jiandong also noticed.
Yushan was naturally beautiful and came from a good family. It would be strange if a girl like her didn’t attract several flies buzzing around her.
Perhaps some suitor who couldn’t sway Lin Yushan badmouthed her in front of Yue Jiannan on purpose.
No wonder Yue Jiannan looked like a bull seeing red, breathing heavily through his nostrils.
Yue Jiandong shot him a look, "How old are you, can’t you be more mature?"
What’s wrong with using family money for something like marrying? Technically, Yue Family’s fishpond fortune from the past included a share for the third son.
Based on the original investment, swapping it for a house in Lingguang City wouldn’t be a loss.
Still too young, with pride so oversized it’s borderless.
Not until his age would he realize that everything else is fake, and marrying someone early is what truly matters.
Otherwise, it’s just a waste of a young girl’s time.
Yue Jiannan didn’t care, he could be exceptionally stubborn—otherwise, he would never have gritted his teeth to pass the university entrance exams.
By the end of the meal, everyone somewhat lost their appetite, only Yue Qingqing kept her head down and ate.
When their father went to settle the bill, she spoke casually.
"Uncle, I think you shouldn’t worry too much, maybe your luck is still ahead."
Yue Jiannan grinned, "Still, my Qingqing speaks more to the point than your dad, way better!"
Lin Yushan glanced at Yue Jiannan and couldn’t help but smile slightly too.
"Qingqing, the company where I am interning is right near the school. I have a lunch break every day. Whenever you want to eat better, just call me, and we can come out to eat," she said.
Yue Qingqing readily responded, "Thank you, Auntie!"
Thinking back, their first meeting was indeed over a meal.
Lin Yushan blushed slightly, pulling out a pen and paper from her bag to jot down the company’s phone number for Yue Qingqing.
Yue Qingqing, learning on the spot, gave her pager number to Yue Jiannan and Lin Yushan.
As she watched her daughter enter the school gates, Zhang Ying’s tears could no longer be held back.
It was her first time being apart from her daughter.
With people constantly coming and going at the school gate, Yue Jiandong felt awkward about embracing his wife.
He could only discreetly use his sleeve to cover and reach for Zhang Ying’s hand.
"Don’t cry, children have to grow up, and besides, aren’t I always with you?" he said softly.
Zhang Ying turned her head to look at her husband, and her tears surged even more.
What’s that supposed to mean? Don’t think I can’t see that you’re fed up with me!
Yue Qingqing walked around the campus and memorized the general layout of the place.
Lingguang No.1 Middle School was considerably larger than her previous school, with better facilities.
It even had a dedicated library.
However, Yue Qingqing couldn’t enter yet, as she would have to wait until school started to get her student ID to borrow books.
Yue Qingqing notably memorized the location of the cafeteria, finding it not too far from the teaching buildings.
She heard that the chefs in the school were hired from outside and were very skilled.
Yue Qingqing anticipated trying it out that evening.
After all this, Yue Qingqing prepared to return to her dormitory.
Upon reaching the dormitory door, Yue Qingqing suddenly felt an uncomfortable atmosphere.
Pushing the door open, Yue Qingqing was startled to find two girls had been added to the dorm.
Her belongings were haphazardly thrown on a desk near the door, and her bedding sprawled across a bed that wasn’t hers.
A footprint lay on her blanket, as if someone had stepped on it.
Meanwhile, the neatly arranged bedding she had earlier was now occupied by someone else’s stuff.
Even Yue Qingqing’s generally good temper was fraying.
Upon hearing her voice, a girl in the dormitory with a pretty appearance and an air of arrogance tilted her chin upward, eyeing Yue Qingqing from head to toe.
"Are you Yue Qingqing?"
Before Yue Qingqing could reply, the girl continued airily, "From now on, you’ll sleep in bed number four. I’ve thrown your stuff over there."