Recently, everyone at campus has been excited about the Freshman Meetup event, a rare big move for Shenghua.
What do foreign girls look like?
Amer!ca’s impression: curvy figures and heroic movies.
Thailand? Well, all “convex” up top and “equipped” below! But they’re just trying to get by, so no judgment. Thai boxing might bring some skilled fighters; I could learn some lethal moves.
Korea? Actresses all look the same, indistinguishable, with soulful “oppa” cries and melodramatic plots. Plus, gaming and Samsung.
Japan? All I ever hear is “yamete” this and “yamete” that—don’t even get me started on anime. Even there, it’s just “yamete” everywhere…
But I’ve heard women from that island nation are the epitome of devoted wives and loving mothers.; I’ll observe closely at the event.
Peking and Tsinghua? Never been, but I hope they churn out beauties like Shenghua.
Oddly, Shenghua, decades old, is hosting an event with other campuses for the first time. Zhao Gao’s issue with the Purple-Gold Enchanting Eyes was noticed. Though I took out that old man, it drew the Zhao family’s attention. I should lay low. The bank card number is a weak point, but the old man implied Zhao Gao would stay silent.
It’s been rainy lately; it poured all night, but thankfully, it cleared up this morning.
“Refreshing!” I opened the window, inhaling fresh air with an earthy scent—rare in Beijing, where even the best air quality is “lightly polluted.”
Twisting my neck, I spotted two black sedans parked at the apartment entrance.
No idea what brand; I’m clueless about cars.
It’s Saturday, so everyone’s off.
The cars are likely for Qin Mengdie and Tang Shuyao. Their “young miss” status is undeniable.
I should see them off.
In the living room, Tang Shuyao was clinging to Sister Lin, crying like it was a permanent farewell. Since when were they so close?
Qin Mengdie seems friendly only with Tang Shuyao; her ties with other girls here are lukewarm.
“Mei’er, hug!” Tang Shuyao released Sister Lin, opening her arms to Mei’er. Mei’er smiled, arms wide, but Tang Shuyao didn’t hug her—instead, she grabbed Mei’er’s chest, laughing, “So big! Always wanted a feel!”
D*mn it! That’s my territory! Mei’er stepped back, saying, “Yaoyao, don’t tease me like that!”
“Hey! One day, mine will be that big!” Tang Shuyao laughed. If not for the bodyguards at the door, I’d have slapped her. Touching my territory?
“Yaoyao, time to go,” Qin Mengdie said calmly. Tang Shuyao pouted, sighing, “Fine!”
“I woke up late, but good thing I’m not late!” Xu Xin smiled, approaching them. She hugged Tang Shuyao, exchanged a smile with Qin Mengdie, and said, “I’ll miss you! Come back soon!”
“Big Sis Xin, I’ll miss you too! Kiss!” Tang Shuyao pecked Xu Xin’s cheek. I’m honestly jealous of girls’ friendships. Next life, I’ll be a woman—free to flirt, and Xia Tian wouldn’t react. Perfect.
“Ahem!” I coughed, opening my arms to Tang Shuyao. “Hug? I’ll miss you too!”
“Hmph!” She sneered, “Pervert!”
“We’re in the same apartment; why the different treatment?” I feigned hurt.
Tang Shuyao smirked, “Cut off your little buddy, and I’ll hug you!”
D*mn, that’s vicious! One sentence to end my lineage?
“Enough, Yaoyao, let’s go,” Qin Mengdie said.
Tang Shuyao grinned, “Pervert, I’m so looking forward to that hug!” She turned and left.
My eye twitched, but I smiled wryly.
“Young miss, please get in!” The voice startled me—it was Secretary Liu.
Seeing him, I greeted, “Secretary Liu, long time no see!”
Qin Mengdie, about to board, paused, looking at us. “You know each other?”
Secretary Liu shook his head. “First time meeting, sir. How do you know my surname?” He winked at me.
At first, I thought he was flirting, but then I recalled Qin Shousheng’s order to keep this secret. We’re supposed to be strangers.
I scratched my head awkwardly. “Saw you in the papers, always with Mr. Qin at press conferences!”
“Sorry, I’m in a rush. Goodbye!” Secretary Liu’s tone was cold, but he subtly gave me a thumbs-up. Guess I covered well.
We watched the cars leave, then returned to the apartment.
“Where’s Wang Ziyan?” I hadn’t noticed earlier, but she wasn’t in the send-off group.
Sister Lin said, “After dinner last night, Ziyan got a call and went to the bureau for a case. Still not back.”
“Public service is tough,” I said casually, smiling.
Sister Lin frowned, feigning pain, cooing, “My most, most, most handsome Xia Tian, your sister’s starving!”
“Alright, I’ll cook…” I smiled wryly, heading to the kitchen.
“Fruit platter! Don’t forget!” she shouted.
I shook my head. “Won’t forget!”
“I’ll help!” Xu Xin followed.
Mei’er smiled. “Mei’er too!”
I grinned at them. “Wash these apples for me.”
They nodded. With Xu Xin, I’ve always felt something unclear, unsure what to say. I expected her to clash with Mei’er, but it’s been calm. Maybe her words to me were just jokes.
“Here!” Xu Xin handed me a washed apple.
“Thanks!” While she wasn’t looking, I pulled out the black dagger. For a fruit platter, colder is better. The dagger’s cold iron chills each slice naturally—tastes great, though it’s overkill.
“Damn!” Peeling an apple, I nicked my hand. My body’s tough from training, but this dagger’s tougher. A small cut appeared.
“Your hand’s hurt! I’ll get a bandage!” Xu Xin panicked, rushing upstairs.
Mei’er grabbed my hand, licking the wound.
“Mei’er, what are you doing?” Her licking tickled, making me shiver.
“Done!” She smiled, looking up.
“What?” I glanced where she looked—damn! The cut was gone.
Shocked, I asked, “How?”
Mei’er smiled. “Mei’er’s fox saliva heals wounds.”
Fox saliva? Heals wounds?
Why do I suddenly really hope Xia Tian gets hurt?