Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Liang Bowen could neither laugh nor cry. He didn't know what to say about her.

Only she would be embarra.s.sed by these things. Why would someone with thick skin like Qiao Chen transfer schools because of such a small matter? There was obviously something going on beneath the surface.

He took a look at Qiao Nian. With her exquisite profile and her head down, she played with her cell phone. Her expression was indifferent. She didn't seem interested in this topic.

After staring for a long time, there was still no reaction to his words. He slightly moved his mouth but swallowed back his questions.

Anyway, he had heard that the Qiao Family had been having a bad time these past two days.

Several forces were attacking the Qiao Family. The revenue source of the Qiao Family's real estate business had been cut off. Qiao Weimin was now asking his father to sue his grandmother for borrowing money from someone. He had already put up the villa under his name to raise money and was in a pathetic state.

He didn't even know if Sister Nian was involved in any of this.

Qiao Nian was really not interested in this topic. She had nothing to do with both Qiao Chen and Qiao Weimin.

She didn't want to waste any more time on irrelevant people.

Her eyes drooped.

At this moment, she noticed the infamous 175x.x.xX cell phone number had sent her a message.

[175x.x.xx.x.x: Nian Nian, are you free at noon? Would you like to have dinner together? I want to apologize to you on your mom and your sister's behalf for what happened previously. Don't you like hot pot? I know there's a hot pot restaurant on w.a.n.gjiang Road with good business. I heard it tastes good. I didn't have time to take you before. I owe it to you. Would you like to join us for lunch this afternoon? Dad's treat.]

She felt a surge of disgust in her stomach. Before she could reply, Qiao Weimin sent her a new message.

[175x.x.xx.x.x: By the way, were you recommended for Qing University? Congratulations, Nian Nian. It's a good thing. Dad is proud of you!]

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“Oh.” She couldn't resist sneering.

Liang Bowen and her cla.s.smates' attention was attracted.

Liang Bowen asked, “Sister Nian, what's the matter?”

Qiao Nian's dark eyes became fierce, and her tone was very cold. “It's okay, someone just performed the next face-changing Sichuan opera for me.”

With that, she scanned Qiao Weimin's messages. Except for the previous time when she replied to his message, the rest were all messages sent by him.

One message was asking if she had breakfast.

Another message was reminding her to put on thicker clothes so that she wouldn't fall sick in the cold weather.

There was even a message telling her about the news that Qiao Chen had given up her Ren Yi recommendation.

No matter what kind of news it was, Qiao Weimin acted as if nothing had happened. It was amazing how quickly he could change his tone and how shameless he could be.

She had nothing to say to such people. She simply added the number to the blacklist.

As expected, without the hara.s.sing texts from a certain someone, the surrounding air seemed to freshen up.

After blacklisting Qiao Weimin's number, she pursed her lips and logged into the hidden chat software on her cell phone.

Send a message to Slim Waist Control.

[sun: Help me look into someone. Ji Qing.]

Wei Lou had asked her before why she had to go back to the Jiang Family. At that time, she had said everyone had their origins. She wanted to know what kind of people her parents were.

But because of all the emergencies, she had no time to check.

Another reason was that she had no feelings for the Jiang Family. It didn't matter if she had checked earlier or later.

But now…

Qiao Nian thought of what Wei Lou had said to her on the phone.

After she had left, Jiang Zongjin and Ye w.a.n.gchuan rushed to the Qiao Family and stood up for her.

In the past, no matter what happened to her, she solved it by herself. However, now, someone stood in front of her and s.h.i.+elded her.

Qiao Nian couldn't describe this feeling.