The atmosphere had already been destroyed, and Fu Nanli's mood was visibly bad.
Wen Qiao pulled him back to the living room and helped him turn on the TV: "What channel do you like to watch?"
"Documentary channel? It's about scientists. Feynman, your English name is Feynman, you should like it."
On a rainy night, he was watching a documentary while she was in the man's arms, browsing her phone.
Wen Qiao felt anxious and had the illusion that she and he were already an old couple.
"Oh, right, the two million..."
"Yeah." He responded lightly.
"It's too much. I don't need that much pocket money."
"It's not a lot of money. Just take it and spend it. Tell me when you're done."
Wen Qiao: "… This isn't a lot of money. I can't take it. I'll give it to you."
"Be good and listen to me." He said as he touched the top of her head.
His attention was even still on the TV. He really felt that two million was nothing big, and his tone was a little perfunctory.
Wen Qiao: …
too difficult.
Don't dare to act rashly. Spend money on him, and he will turn around and give you four million. Save it, and when the truth comes out one day, return it to him intact.
Fu Nanli didn't force her to do anything she didn't want to do. That night he slept in the master bedroom and she slept in the guest room.
He slept very close to her, separated by a wall. Wen Qiao rested her head on her arms, tossing and turning, and finally fell asleep after a long time.
Regarding the composer of [Qingzhe], many students from the Central Conservatory of Music went to Xu Lu to verify and asked if it was her.
Xu Lu only replied, "Please stop asking, okay? I just want to study hard and be a low-key student."
This is undoubtedly hinting to others, 'Yes, I am the composer of Jingzhe, but because I am low-key, please don't disturb my life.'
Zhao Tong was the happiest: "Lulu, is it really you? I knew it was you. The song you played at the Student Festival Gala in your second year of high school was also composed by you. Lulu, you are so talented!"
Xu Lu's smile was a little forced.
The song for the Student's Day party was composed by Wen Qiao for her, and only she and Wen Qiao knew about it.
She felt a little guilty when she mentioned it again.
"Tongtong, okay, let's not talk about this anymore. I don't like to be in the spotlight."
When Wen Qiao returned to school, there were several media vehicles parked at the gate, and a group of reporters gathered around the vehicles smoking and chatting.
When they saw Wen Qiao, there was a commotion among the reporters. A few reporters who had been waiting for Mu Yue impatiently wanted to come over, but were blocked by Lu Youyou.
Those reporters sighed in disappointment. This female student was very beautiful. If they couldn't interview Mu Yue, then the next best thing would be to interview a school beauty.
Wen Qiao was holding a glass of yogurt in his hand, drinking it while walking towards the campus.
Suddenly, someone shouted, "Mu Yue is out, she's out."
Wen Qiao: …
Looking up, Xu Lu appeared at the school gate in a gorgeous dress, and Zhao Tong stood beside her with a proud look on her face.
Lu Youyou curled her lips: "Shang Fan has already said that Mu Yue should keep a low profile, but Xu Lu is so low profile that she almost wants to wear a small dress. Is this what you call low-key? Do these reporters have any brains?"
The reporters, whose attention was originally on Wen Qiao, scrambled to get next to Xu Lu.
Pretty girls are all the same;
Talented girls are rare.
Wen Qiao leaned against the trunk of the banyan tree at the school gate, drinking yogurt and looking at Xu Lu's pretending to be arrogant. He wanted to laugh.
"Teacher Mu Yue, you are Teacher Mu Yue, right?"
Zhao Tong acted as her bodyguard: "Sorry, we just want to go out for breakfast."
(End of this chapter)