The end-of-term exams were over, and the four-person study group had achieved excellent results again.
Qu Ruorui was chatting with her roommate while packing her luggage.
"What are you guys planning to do for the winter break?"
Lu Zhu was rolling up her quilt and tying it with a rope.
"I’m looking for a place to see if I can work a part-time job."
Yue Qingqing teased, "I heard Aunt Zhang has earned quite a bit of money already. In a few years, you might be a second-generation rich kid too, so why work so hard?"
Lu Zhu replied, "Who would ever complain about having too much money?"
Yue Qingqing and Qu Ruorui were at a loss for words for a moment, both having noticed that Lu Zhu had an obsessive desire for money.
For her, making money was simply a hobby, just like playing games for others.
She derived a lot of joy from it.
Even now that her family’s financial situation had improved and they had moved to a new home, Lu Zhu still maintained the good tradition of being thrifty and running the household efficiently.
Since every cent she earned was clean, naturally, nobody had the right to interfere.
Qu Ruorui asked Yue Qingqing what her plans were, and after thinking for a moment, she replied.
"I’ll probably go back to Daye Village for the New Year’s celebration. It’s an old tradition in our family."
Qu Ruorui chuckled, "Don’t forget you also have to see your Brother Jiang."
Yue Qingqing’s face turned red immediately, "Why bring him up all of a sudden?"
Fortunately, a knocking on the dorm door came at just the right moment, alleviating some of Yue Qingqing’s embarrassment.
The dormitory supervisor teacher took out a stack of newspapers from a pile and handed them to Yue Qingqing.
To stay informed about certain policies and to learn some new knowledge, most dorm rooms would subscribe to a newspaper.
Yue Qingqing casually browsed the newspaper when suddenly her gaze sharpened.
One of the news articles came with a few photos, one of which was a close-up of a man.
The man sported a trendy ponytail without looking effeminate, adding instead a bit of casual flair.
A pair of fox-like eyes that tilted upwards slightly were particularly eye-catching.
Yue Qingqing’s hands shook slightly as she held the newspaper.
Lu Zhu and Qu Ruorui came over to see what was going on.
Lu Zhu followed Yue Qingqing’s gaze.
"The Lingguang auction will be held on January 22 at the Lingguang Hotel. This auction is for charity, organized by Huacheng Auction Co., Ltd., and co-sponsored by the China Business Culture Research Association. There will be over three hundred collectibles up for auction, including ceramics, calligraphy, jade, and miscellaneous items, suitable for collectors of all levels. The auction will invite several heavyweights, including the famous singer Li Yu, movie star Hu Tou, and business newcomer Zhou Yiran. Fifty percent of the proceeds from the auction will go to charitable causes..."
Lu Zhu read a few lines and then lost patience, directly asking Yue Qingqing, "What’s so captivating about this? You look like you’ve lost your soul."
Qu Ruorui pointed at Zhou Yiran’s photo and teased, "Qingqing, don’t tell me you’ve fallen for this guy?"
Yue Qingqing’s eyes moved, and Qu Ruorui immediately withdrew her finger as if she had been shocked.
"It’s not true, is it? That... that wouldn’t be good. Although he’s pretty good-looking, your Brother Jiang isn’t bad in comparison, and he’s totally smitten with you. You really shouldn’t be harboring any inappropriate thoughts."
As a fan of the couple, Qu Ruorui wouldn’t allow the main character to fall for someone else.
However, Yue Qingqing murmured to herself, "I have to find a way to meet him."
Qu Ruorui’s mouth fell open in shock.
No, it couldn’t be. Why would Qingqing do something ?
"Calm down, Qingqing. This auction probably requires an invitation, and you definitely won’t be able to get in," she said.
Qu Ruorui was on the verge of tears, wondering if she should call Senior Jiang to come back right away.
Otherwise, Qingqing might just run off with someone else.
But then again, she had to stand by her friend’s side and figure out a way to keep this a secret.
Qu Ruorui clutched her chest, feeling a wave of emotional exhaustion.
Lu Zhu continued to look at the newspaper indifferently, her eyes lingering at the end, seemingly deep in thought.
When Yue Qingqing finally reacted, noticing Qu Ruorui’s tearful look, she quickly explained, "It’s not what you think; he’s my senior brother. It’s just that he doesn’t know me yet."