Lu Mian wasnât into gossip and didnât know about Su Jueâs storied experiences at school.
Yet Su Jue thought heâd piqued her interest and, unable to maintain his pretense of indifference, he couldnât help adding, âRight, being around it at home, I tried buying some stocks. It seems the returns arenât bad, made 15 million last time, and over 10 million the time before that.â
Such sums of money were substantial in anyoneâs eyes.
Especially for someone from an ordinary family like Lu Mianâs, this was an unimaginable fortune.
Just thinking back two years ago, the Lu Family was ready to give up on Lu Mian for five million, one could realize how important money was to them. Every time Lu Xinnuan found out about it, she would look at him with eyes filled with admiration and longing.
Perhaps in his heart, Su Jue was also hoping for a response from Lu Mian.
However, he still didnât understand Lu Mian enough. When she heard the huge sums he mentioned, her expression didnât change in the slightest, she merely sidestepped him and walked away emotionlessly.
âLu Mian!â
Su Jue instinctively reached out to grab her, but as soon as his hand stretched out, he met Lu Mianâs icy, penetrating gaze, her crimson lips curved in a smile that was both wicked and fierce.
âIâm in a hurry,â she said calmly.
âWhatâs the hurry? Where else do you need to be? Canât you just listen to me for once?â He had given up on the competition himself to come out with her, yet he couldnât even get a single word or glance from her, which frustrated him greatly.
His grandfather had even told him to take care of her, but she didnât appreciate it at all.
Far from appreciating it, Lu Mian was actually annoyed and snapped, âNone of your damn business,â before striding towards the freshman teaching building.
Su Jue, still not giving up, followed behind her, calling her name as he chased after her.
Untilâ
A graceful and handsome man blocked the intersection, his cool, deep eyes hidden behind gold-framed glasses, his emotions well concealed.
His gaze fixed on Su Jue, an extraordinary aura effortlessly overwhelming him.
âGood day, Director Qimo,â Su Jue greeted in a low voice, feeling a strange sense of awe towards this dean of discipline.
It was as though he knew he wouldnât really do anything to him, yet subconsciously he told himself that he must not offend this man.
But his peripheral vision was eagerly chasing after Lu Mianâs retreating figure.
âSome are taking exams, others attending classes; is it appropriate for you to be causing such a disturbance?â Xiao Qimoâs words, a standard spiel for a director of discipline, felt perfectly natural to him.
His voice, from beginning to end, was calm, and even the last syllable sounded casual. Combined with his scholarly and gentlemanly demeanor, he exuded maturity and stability.
Su Jue hung his head, âDirector Qimo, I know I was wrong.â
âGo back to your classroom.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
ââ¦â Su Jue was reluctant; it had been so hard to find the chance to speak alone with Lu Mian.
âWhat, you want me to escort you back?â
In the end, Su Jue reluctantly headed back to his own classroom, but not before stealing a longing look in the direction Lu Mian had left.
ââ
Lu Mian, twirling a pen in her hand, arrived leisurely at the freshman teaching building.
She still remembered the exam room allocation for her class, and as she found the classroom, it was already filled with students.
The proctor stepped out and glanced at his watch, âYouâre an hour late.â
âStomachache,â explained Lu Mian.
The proctor wasnât quite convinced and tried to stop her. When he looked up, he was met with a tall, slender figure.
He spoke with composure, âI can vouch for her, she had a stomachache.â
âThisâ¦â The proctor only hesitated for a few seconds before hurrying to step aside, âWith Director Qimo vouching for you, hurry in, thereâs not much time left.â
âThank you, teacher.â
Lu Mian nodded her head and glanced back at Xiao Qimo, a world of unspoken understanding passing between them.
The exam room was slightly disturbed by Lu Mianâs arrival, which was relatively unproblematic since it was only a monthly test and proctoring wasnât very strict.
After sitting down, the chubby boy in the row in front turned back, leaning on his chair with excitement and slightly raising his exam paper.
âBrother Mian, Brother Mian, guess how many marks Iâm going to get this time?â
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