Yue Qingqing was a bit flabbergasted.
"Jiang Pengxuan—who is that?"
She really hadn’t heard Jiang Jingze mention these three words.
To her, the name was utterly unfamiliar.
Yet Zhou Xitong was certain she was feigning ignorance, "Stop pretending, seeing that I am about to marry into the Jiang Family, you must be very envious."
"Envious?" Yue Qingqing became more and more puzzled as she listened.
She seemed utterly unable to comprehend Zhou Xitong’s way of thinking.
What on earth was she talking about?
Zhou Xitong continued on her own accord, "Marriage requires matching social status, someone with your background could never marry into the Jiang Family, so stop dreaming about transforming from a sparrow to a phoenix, but let’s wait and see."
Yue Qingqing said, "Oh, is there anything else? Class is about to start."
It was utterly ridiculous.
She couldn’t understand where Zhou Xitong’s pie chart-like arrogance mingled with pride came from, and her words bewildered Yue Qingqing.
Who exactly was Jiang Pengxuan?
Zhou Xitong, convinced that Yue Qingqing was playing dumb, snorted coldly.
"Jiang Jingze’s father will also be there at my wedding to bless Pengxuan and me, and I’ll make sure to tell him exactly what kind of flirtatious, wanton person you are."
"What does it matter if you are pretty? Men are just playing with you; they’ll never truly care about you."
Yue Qingqing blinked.
Zhou Xitong’s lines reminded her of those idol dramas on TV during the holidays, embarrassingly cringe-worthy enough for one to wish they could dig out a Siheyuan courtyard with their foot.
What exactly had Zhou Xitong gone through in the few months away from school?
Zhou Xitong initially expected Yue Qingqing to react angrily and argue vehemently with her.
And she, as someone who had one foot in the Jiang Family’s door, would look down on her from a high position as she clamored like a jumping clown.
But the reality was that Yue Qingqing looked utterly baffled, which made Zhou Xitong’s punch feel as if it had landed on cotton, instead leaving herself in an awkward position.
Zhou Xitong left with dissatisfaction brimming inside her.
Ye Chunxiao, however, had shrunk into a ball the moment Zhou Xitong entered, wishing she could hide under the desk.
Luckily, Zhou Xitong hadn’t glanced her way from start to finish and just walked straight out of the classroom.
Zhou Xitong left behind quite a few invitation cards, spurring a new topic of conversation in the class.
"I didn’t expect Zhou Xitong to get married so soon, she isn’t even of legal marriage age, is she?"
"You don’t understand, rich people like them are different from us. They’ll just remedy the paperwork later. What’s important is to secure the man and announce it to the world."
"But having children at that age..." Some people still found it inconceivable.
"What’s so strange about that? It’s just that there are policies now. In the past, plenty of girls became mothers at sixteen or seventeen. Besides, she’s marrying into the Jiang Family—the God of Wealth’s home."
"It’s not like she’s marrying the God of Wealth’s only son; what’s there to show off about marrying a relative?"
Someone who had always been keen to ingratiate themselves with Zhou Xitong immediately retorted, "That’s where you’re clueless. Considering Zhou Xitong’s status, her marrying into that family definitely means the other side is also wealthy. That’s way better than some who claim to be in a relationship, whose future is still up in the air."
Yue Qingqing was as if she couldn’t hear the veiled censure, her gaze falling back on her textbook.
The aura around Zhou Xitong—
Even the aura of that child looked unstable and erratic.
Yue Qingqing had initially thought about giving her a few words of warning, after all, the child was innocent.
But from beginning to end, Zhou Xitong didn’t give her the chance to speak out.
And even if Yue Qingqing had said something, Zhou Xitong wouldn’t have believed it.
Maybe this was fate as decided by the heavens. Yue Qingqing didn’t want to interfere, nor should she.