Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Did Master Wang believe in Nian Nian’s grades so much? What if Nian Nian failed to enter Qing University…
Jiang Li had something to say, but because Qiao Nian was here, he could only swallow his words and eat.
They ate to their heart’s content.
After eating, Qiao Nian rushed to pay the bill.
Jiang Li wanted to buy presents for someone and urged them to go to the mall.
Qiao Nian was free, and originally didn’t want to go, but she couldn’t bear to reject his persistent persuasion. Hence, she had no other choice but to accompany him.
Ye Qichen naturally followed her.
Ye Wangchuan and Gu San naturally followed him.
In the end, the five people went to the mall together.
Fortunately, Jiang Li didn’t plan to shop for long. He went straight to the ‘Seven’ store with a clear purpose and went in to pick out gifts.
Qiao Nian was playing with her mobile phone outside while waiting for him to come out.
Suddenly.
She received a phone call from Liang Bowen.
She walked to the side and picked up.
“Hello.”
She had just spoken when Liang Bowen’s anxious voice came from the other end. “Sister Nian, look on the Internet.”
“The Internet?” Qiao Nian frowned.
It might be difficult to explain it clearly in one or two lines over the phone, for Liang Bowen only said, “Qiao Chen is talking nonsense on the Internet again!”
His words captured the essence of it!
Qiao Nian hung up, logged onto the Internet, and saw that Qiao Chen was indeed talking nonsense.
The “Qiao Chen V” account was updated with the latest status. It was just one sentence, but it seemed full of aggrievedness!
[Qiao Chen V: I know that there have been rumors about me on the Internet these days. I’m not a person who likes to explain herself. I just want to say one thing for those who have cursed me out! I don’t want to respond to the others, I just want to say one thing—I’ve never snatched anything from anyone! Those who say I have, I just want to ask you, is it wrong to have mutual feelings?!]
Was it wrong to have mutual feelings?
She clicked on the comment area below.
It was very lively.
[Rabbit has no ears: Who is spreading the word that Qiao Chen snatched Jiang Li’s sister’s boyfriend? I’ve been paying attention to her since she only had 50,000 fans. Watching her and her boyfriend walk together and witnessing their love, I can see that she and her boyfriend truly love each other.
I’m just so frustrated! What has she snatched? When she did not want to study at Ren Yi and wanted to take the college entrance examination, they said she was disqualified from a spot in Ren Yi. They even accused her of being caught for stealing the music sheet.
Why are your hearts so narrow! Why? Did you see Qiao Chen stealing the song or did you see Ren Yi saying that she would not be eligible to be recommended? Or did you see her stealing that boyfriend?]
[Love is like a tide: Agree! Is it wrong to like each other? Those people are just virgins. It’s now the 21st century. A love relationship isn’t a marriage, do they have to be faithful unto death?! Those who are spreading the word are obviously ghostwriters. But I guess, since she has a top-ranking brother, buying ghostwriters is a simple thing.]
[Unheated South: Support Miss Sister!]
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Qiao Nian watched as more than a hundred comments were posted on Weibo every five minutes, and it started to go askew. From people scolding Qiao Chen disdainfully for stealing someone’s boyfriend, the comments changed to people saying that she didn’t need to steal songs given her talent.
She didn’t want the recommendation spot from Ren Yi just to give other students with good grades a chance…
“Heh.” Qiao Nian lowered her eyelashes, her eyes filled with cold light.
When she checked Qiao Chen’s tweet about Chen Chen, she had asked Wei Lou to check on some things and happened to find some useful information.
If Qiao Chen had accepted the punishment honestly, she might not have used it.
Since she wanted to keep pretending, then she would send her to her downfall!
One minute later.
A new reply appeared under Qiao Chen’s post.
