Qiao Nian had just put the hoodie on her head. The brim of the cap just covered her cold chin. With the hoodie on, she looked even more low-key and cooler. She was about to reject Mr. Ye's kindness.
The driver has already driven the car over.
Qiao Nian really couldn't persuade him, so she had to let him give her a ride.
"Just drop me off at Lanting."
Lanting is a relatively famous private club in Beijing. Ye Maoshan has been there several times and knows that this is a place that the younger generation likes to go.
So he told the driver: "Go to Lanting first, and then take me back."
"Okay, Mr. Ye."
The driver turned the steering wheel, and the low-key Mercedes-Benz drove steadily towards Lanting. In a blink of an eye, only the rear of the car was left.
…
The store where Qiao Nian and the others drank water before.
On the left side of them, at a rectangular table where seven or eight men and women were gathered, someone raised his cell phone and suddenly said, "I took a picture of Qiao Nian and that old man."
The others looked at him in surprise.
He proudly held out his phone for everyone to see: "I took several photos. This angle is better and can capture their faces clearly."
"In addition to this, I also took a picture of the car." He slid his finger down, motioning for everyone to look: "Even the license plate number was clearly photographed. Isn't that awesome!"
A girl with chestnut curly hair frowned after looking at the photo, with a look of disdain and disgust on her pretty face: "Why did you take this photo? You don't want to post it online, do you?"
"Why not?" The boy put away his phone, not letting others see it, and said unhappily, "Why is she so arrogant? We just want a contact number. If she doesn't want it, forget it. You can just give a fake one. Why embarrass me? Besides, I have no ill intentions. If that old man is her relative, this is just a photo we met by chance."
The implication of his words was actually that Qiao Nian had an improper relationship with Mr. Ye.
His disgusting behavior shocked and disgusted several people present.
But we are all just classmates, so no one can say anything.
Only the girl with chestnut curly hair was the most stubborn. She snorted coldly after hearing this and scolded him, "Why did you take pictures of her without any ill intention? Senior Qiao has brought a lot of honor to the school. Although you are not in the same department, do you have to be so malicious towards her? Or are you jealous of her because she is better than you, so you want to do something to discredit her behind her back!"
"Zhang Li, what you said is too harsh!" The skinny boy slammed the table in anger and stood up, pointing at the girl with chestnut curly hair, looking excited and ready to hit her: "Explain to me clearly what you mean by I'm jealous? If you don't explain it clearly, I won't stop today!"
Everyone else tried to pull him back.
"Forget it, forget it, why are you guys arguing?"
"We are all from the same community, so don't quarrel."
"… "
The skinny boy saw that people around him were pulling him and persuading him, but instead of giving up, he became even more excited and refused to give in.
"Don't even think about leaving if she doesn't explain it to me clearly today!"
"Who cares about you?"
The girl with chestnut curly hair picked up her bag, stood up and was about to leave.
The others quickly stopped the boy who was about to jump on her and grabbed her: "Okay, Zhang Li is a girl, why are you, a grown man, arguing with a girl?"
This statement seems to be an attempt to stop the fight, but in fact it feels a bit derogatory towards girls.
(End of this chapter)