Zhuang Rouhui fled frantically.
Yue Qingqing then rubbed her face, returning her somewhat silly and dramatic expression back to normal.
Ahem, that should scare her off.
Of course, killing someone was out of the question. Though Yue Qingqing had once hated the Heavenly Dao, she still abides by the rules of her previous life.
She would not easily harm mortals, let alone use Curse Technique or alter fate to end someone’s life.
She was just trying to scare Zhuang Rouhui a bit.
Watching her almost tumble down the stairs, Yue Qingqing figured that woman probably wouldn’t show up in front of her again for a long while.
This could be considered a one-time, permanent solution.
When she got home, her parents looked at her with concern. Yue Qingqing shrugged.
"Don’t worry, it’s taken care of."
Yue Jiandong was quite surprised, "How did you solve it?"
"Se~cret!" Yue Qingqing blinked, "Anyway, she won’t show up again."
"You cheeky girl, keeping secrets from us." Yue Jiandong habitually tried to pat his daughter’s head.
But when he raised his hand, he realized his child had grown up, so he just patted his wife’s shoulder instead.
Zhang Ying smiled at him, "Come help out."
Neither of them dwelled on Zhuang Rouhui’s matter anymore.
Since their daughter said it was solved, it must be solved.
They always had unconditional trust in Qingqing.
The next morning, Yue Qingqing got up early.
Today was the day friends had agreed to gather.
Since the results came out, everyone had only congratulated each other over the phone; they hadn’t properly celebrated.
In a while, everyone would be going their separate ways, not knowing when they might next meet.
Even thinking about it made Yue Qingqing feel sad, and naturally, everyone else felt the same.
They specifically chose a restaurant next to Zhuancheng No. 1 Middle School.
They wanted to visit their alma mater one last time.
At the entrance of the restaurant, as soon as Wei Rong saw Yue Qingqing, he put his arm around her shoulder, "Hey, provincial top scorer, let me give you a good sniff and catch some of that Scholar God aura."
Yue Qingqing laughed as Wei Rong led her into the restaurant private room, and the two embraced intimately.
"Come on, tell us, are you going to Beijing with Senior Jiang? The two of you won’t have to pine for each other over the phone anymore. Oh, I heard someone told the admission officers that she wanted to attend the same school as her boyfriend. Isn’t that embarrassing?"
As Wei Rong spoke, she took out a small notebook from her bag, "Quick, tell me any other details I might not know."
Yue Qingqing was both amused and exasperated, "Why are you even noting this down?"
"It’s all material for a novel. I’ve never been in a relationship, so I have to collect some real-life inspirations from around me. We have to be realistic, no making things up out of thin air." Wei Rong explained confidently.
Yue Qingqing sighed, "As expected from a journalism major, even writing novels has to be based on facts."
Wei Rong had enrolled in a southwestern university in China, majoring in journalism.
But she was more passionate about writing novels. Even during the busy times of senior year, she didn’t forget to submit stories to magazines.
It was said that she had already gained some fame.
While Wei Rong was pressing Yue Qingqing for more details, Qu Ruorui and Lu Zhu walked in together.
"I told her not to come pick me up, but Qu Ruorui insisted on waiting for me at the station." Lu Zhu, being tall with short hair, stood next to the petite Qu Ruorui like a couple.
Wei Rong’s eyes sparkled, suddenly inspired, temporarily letting Yue Qingqing off the hook.
"You must be Lu Zhu? I’ve heard Qingqing and Xiao Qiu mention you a lot. Meeting you in person is even better than hearing about you. You’re a legendary figure in my mind."
Lu Zhu greeted her, "Likewise, I often hear about you too."
After entering, Qu Ruorui naturally sat beside Yue Qingqing, glancing around, "Where’s Feifei?"
As soon as she spoke, a voice came from outside the private room.
"Hey, open the door!"
Yue Qingqing opened the private room door, and in wobbled Jun Feifei, carrying a case of beer.
Wei Rong exclaimed, "Sure, we’re old enough to drink now, but isn’t this a bit much?"
Jun Feifei put down the beer and thumped the table, "Hmph, today I’m going to win over that guy Zhuang Lan."
The group exchanged glances and all let out a meaningful "Ohhh."
So it was the courage from alcohol?