Zhou Xitong was annoyed. Why did all those outstanding men stand by Yue Qingqing’s side? What tricks did she have up her sleeve?
"She has so many boyfriends, I’ve seen several of them, and one is even a celebrity!" Zhou Xitong cursed loudly, "Jiang Chengren’s son is also her lapdog. Zhou Yiran, you don’t know how many green hats you’ve been wearing because of her!"
Zhou Yiran stared at Yue Qingqing with a pair of fox-like eyes, his expression as if struck by lightning.
"You’re in a relationship?"
With the heart of an old father, Zhou Yiran’s first reaction was to think that his little junior sister was being deceived.
How old was she for heaven’s sake, and she’s already in puppy love?
No, he had to break up the pair by force; he couldn’t let those scoundrel boys deceive his little junior sister.
Seeing the expression on her cousin’s face, Zhou Xitong felt a surge of satisfaction.
"Now you know, she’s nothing but a bi—"
Before she could finish the last word, a sharp pain came from Zhou Xitong’s mouth, as if pierced by a needle.
It was both numb and painful, burning so much that she couldn’t utter another word.
"I told you to get lost, didn’t you hear?" Zhou Yiran’s gaze was cold.
Not only Zhou Xitong, but even Zhou Leping and his wife felt their scalps tingle and hurriedly took their troublemaking daughter downstairs.
The couple knew Zhou Yiran’s character very well; he seemed indifferent to everything, but once his bottom line was crossed, he would show no mercy.
It hadn’t occurred to them that this young girl named Yue Qingqing was his bottom line.
The scene was very quiet, no one dared to say anything, but the looks they gave Yue Qingqing were a bit odd.
The words Zhou Xitong had said really set peoples’ minds racing, and they all thought this girl was quite skilled.
Qian Zhengxin, Zhou Yiran, Jiang Chengren’s only son.
Any of these people would be a big deal if mentioned anywhere. How did they all get involved with this ordinarily dressed girl?
Zhou Yiran, feeling the inquisitive eyes of those around him, also lost his smile, and his eyes swept around coldly.
"We are all people of status here, and we shouldn’t believe rumors or engage in idle gossip."
The crowd hurriedly agreed, indicating that they absolutely wouldn’t believe or spread rumors, and wouldn’t talk nonsense outside.
As for what they truly thought, that was unknown, but when facing Yue Qingqing, they took on a more cautious demeanor, no longer daring to regard her as a girl of ordinary family background.
"Shall we find a quieter place?" Zhou Yiran suggested to his little junior sister with a smirk that did not quite reach his eyes.
Yue Qingqing felt guilty, knowing her senior brother must want to ask her about matters of love.
Yue Qingqing greeted Mr. Qian, "Thank you for helping me."
Qian Zhengxin chuckled, "The face of this old man is thin now, people brought by me can be scolded right to their faces; I’m the one who should apologize to you. Mr. Zhou had to resolve the issue."
Zhou Yiran quickly said, "Please don’t say that, sir. It’s those few people who were ignorant and have offended you. If you see anything you like today, just ask for it, it’s by way of an apology."
The others also criticized Zhou Xitong for her ignorance and for not recognizing Mr. Qian.
The palanquin is carried by the bearers, and Qian Zhengxin also appreciated that Zhou Yiran really knew how to speak and act.
No wonder in just a few short years, he had risen abruptly and became a new noble on the commercial scene.
And as a result, Zhou Leping’s family started to flaunt their newfound status.
Yue Qingqing did not forget to bring Lu Zhu along. She introduced her to Zhou Yiran, "This is my roommate."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yiran naturally gave her due respect, nodding towards Lu Zhu and extending a hand.
"I appreciate you taking care of Qingqing."
"Mr. Zhou, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you," Lu Zhu said without subservience or arrogance, looking up at Zhou Yiran.
She was already tall, yet he towered over her.
They stood opposite each other.
One was carefree with eyes like a fox, exuding an unruly charm.
The other was cold and gorgeous, with delicate features like a mixed-race person.
Yue Qingqing’s eyes shifted between the two, suddenly revealing a profound smile.