Chapter 342: 0342 Who told him that I’m single? Chapter 342: 0342 Who told him that I’m single? “I heard that this exchange event was initiated by Country A, which has never happened before. No one knows what they’re up to.”
Su Ran’s slender fingers clutched the coffee spoon, stirring the coffee languidly as if she were utterly indifferent and unconcerned.
“Maybe they just want to have an elite exchange event?”
Ye Zhichen paused slightly while sipping her coffee, looking across at Su Ran with a smile and a shake of her head.
“Those omnipotent netizens online have analyzed Country A from top to bottom, concluding that conspiracy theories are abundant.”
Su Ran smiled, “Did they figure out what kind of conspiracies?”
Ye Zhichen put down her coffee and raised an eyebrow.
“Anything and everything.”
Su Ran couldn’t help but laugh. How adorable are netizens these days?
“But since it’s an elite exchange, surely the person in charge of the Fu Consortium will attend, right?”
When it comes to local elites, who else could compare to the person in charge of the Fu Consortium?
Su Ran shook her head, “I don’t know.”
Ye Zhichen looked at Su Ran in surprise, “You don’t know?”
“Hmm, I haven’t seen him for two days.”
Ye Zhichen stifled a laugh; she seemed to taste a hint of longing in those words.
Su Ran glanced at her sidelong with a faint air and took a sip of her coffee.
Ye Zhichen leaned back in her chair, watching her with amusement.
“He’ll attend the Xiao Family’s inaugural banquet too, right? You promised to accompany me, don’t get whisked away halfway through by him.”
Su Ran looked at Ye Zhichen, somewhat puzzled.
“You seem to have a big problem with him?”
Ye Zhichen hesitated for a moment, then denied it.
Ye Zhichen nodded calmly, “Yeah, but I’d really like to know, who told him I’m single?”
As she said this, her voice carried a tinge of grinding teeth.
Su Ran blinked and countered.
Ye Zhichen’s expression stiffened, she took a light sip of her coffee after a long pause, looking out the window with a somewhat bitter look.
“Don’t you know very well that I’m not?”
Su Ran’s heart tightened instantly, and she reached out to grasp Ye Zhichen’s hand.
Ye Zhichen closed her eyes weakly, then suddenly opened them two seconds later with a hoarse voice.
“It’s okay, Xiao Ran, this is probably my fate.”
Su Ran looked at her, her brows slightly furrowed, and said solemnly:
“Since when did you start believing in fate?”
Ye Zhichen smiled wanly, “What does it matter if I don’t believe? It’s already , just let it be.”
Su Ran looked unconvinced, but Ye Zhichen didn’t want to discuss it further.
“Let’s drop it, Xiao Ran. Let the past be the past.”
Su Ran sighed lightly. The past?
How could it simply pass?
The news about the exchange event swept through every corner of Yong City like a storm.
In the Su Family, within Su Xinyan’s room.
Zhao Yiyi was bubbling with excitement, dancing with joy.
“Xinyan, have you heard about the exchange event?”
There was a line of new gowns in Su Xinyan’s room, and she was trying them on one by one, draping them against herself. She responded flatly upon hearing Zhao Yiyi’s question.
Zhao Yiyi’s face was filled with longing and obsession.
“An exchange event in Country A, oh, the elites that will come! Who knows which lucky people will receive the invitations to attend.”
Su Xinyan, through the mirror in front of her, took in every bit of Zhao Yiyi’s expression.
Her beautiful eyes flashed with deep disdain and scorn.