Zhao Shuyuan had a bad temper and no manners.
When video chatting with her boyfriend, she directly pointed the camera at her other roommates' beds.
Even the underwear and bras drying in the dorm could be seen.
She often asked others to bring her meals and never paid them back.
No one in the dorm liked to hang out with her.
Originally, according to the dorm assignment, Su Xiaoxiao, Lin Yingyue, Cang Wanwan, and Zhao Shuyuan were assigned to the same room.
But Lin Yingyue lived at the Song Residence, making her the only one who didn't stay in the dorm.
Zhao Shuyuan let out a cold laugh.
"Who doesn't know Lin Yingyue is a special excellent poor student? She either rides in a Maybach or a Rolls-Royce. If she's not being kept by some old man, what else could it be?"
Cang Wanwan couldn't stand it anymore and came over to say:
"She's living at the Song Residence now, and the Song Family's crown prince is her brother. What's wrong with him giving her a ride to school? A dirty heart sees everything as dirty! You're just spreading nasty rumors about girls."
Zhao Shuyuan, ganged up on and unable to save face, argued back:
"Give me a break! She reeks of poverty. Would the Song Family's crown prince actually acknowledge her as his sister? He probably doesn't even want to look at her!"
Earlier, Zhao Shuyuan had confessed to Song Zeqian and asked for his contact info, but was rejected.
In her eyes, Song Zeqian had high standards, and there was no way Lin Yingyue could catch his eye.
Lin Yingyue directly pulled out her phone, which clearly showed a message from Song Zeqian.
【What do you want to eat tonight? I'll have someone buy the ingredients.】
"Whether he acknowledges me as his sister or not, I have his WeChat, and I can eat with him.
You, on the other hand, don't even have a chance even if you throw yourself at him."
Then she immediately turned off her phone, afraid Song Zeqian might send some flirty message later.
Zhao Shuyuan was too embarrassed to speak. Seeing that no one liked her, she gritted her teeth and said, "You're bullying me! I'm going to report you to the counselor! I want to change dorms!"
With that, she left.
Everyone knew she had already changed dorms three times in just one month.
Even if she went to the counselor, the counselor wouldn't pay her any attention.
Then the teacher started calling roll.
When Zhao Shuyuan's name was called, no one was willing to answer for her because of her terrible character, so she was marked as absent.
"Jiang Wu."
"Here!"
Lin Yingyue was startled and looked up.
This was the first time she had seen the female lead.
She had a crooked ponytail, bangs, and wore a pair of black round-frame glasses.
Her skin was fair, and she was thin.
Her features could be considered delicate, the classic pure white flower type.
Cang Wanwan said, "You asked about her last time, right? She signed up for the same choir program as us, so we'll be performing together."
Looking around, Cang Wanwan lowered her voice and said, "I heard recently that someone from the Campus F4 is going to pursue Jiang Wu. Maybe her spring is coming. I think those people won't dare to bully her so easily anymore."
Would they really stop bullying her?
The Campus F4 weren't good people. At least for now, they just saw Jiang Wu as a plaything. These aristocratic kids were cold-blooded.
It was only later, when Jiang Wu got together with Song Zeqian, that these people truly realized they loved Jiang Wu the most.
"I'm not so sure. People's jealousy runs deep. If the F4 chase her, she'll probably be targeted by others."
Cang Wanwan looked at Lin Yingyue suspiciously. "Yueyue, do you know something?"
Lin Yingyue covered it up, saying, "No, it's just that as fellow special excellent poor students, I feel a bit of sympathy for her."
Cang Wanwan finally relaxed.
"Good, that's a relief. Anyway, we don't understand the world of the rich. Better not get involved in that mess."
At the company.
Near lunchtime, Zhang Hao saw that Song Zeqian was still working, so he came over and said with a smile:
"President Song, that little sister of yours—why hasn't she been calling you lately?"
Song Zeqian was typing on his keyboard. Hearing this, his expression remained blank.
He opened his phone; the only unread message was from the school's innovation competition group chat.
Thinking of something, he put down his phone.
"She just started school, so she's been busy lately."
Before, Song Zeqian always had calls coming in during work.
When he answered, it was always a soft, sweet female voice.
Back then, the gossipy people at the company asked who it was, and he always said it was his sister.
They even discussed privately: whose sister checks up on him that often? That kind of controlling nature is terrifying.
Could it be a lover, not a sister?
Art Director Song Xinlian came over with a file folder.
She was wearing a sexy bodycon skirt and large gold hoop earrings, looking fashionable and beautiful.
She placed a cup of coffee on Song Zeqian's desk.
"After work today, want to grab a few drinks at the bar?"
Song Zeqian shook his head.
"No, I have to go home and cook for my girlfriend."
Hearing that he had a girlfriend, Song Xinlian felt a pang of jealousy.
Song Zeqian hadn't graduated yet and was currently an intern at Song Corporation.
But he had shown astonishing talent in finance. His family was grooming him as the heir.
Previously, he had led the Pre-IPO financing project for a new energy vehicle company, incubated an AI chip project, heavily invested in a Stanford team, and planned equity incentives and R&D performance bets.
Everyone knew that at such a young age, his net worth had already exceeded ten billion.
His future was limitless, his personality was good, and his looks went without saying.
Even male celebrities on TV weren't as handsome as him!
A young master like him actually cooks himself?
Tsk tsk tsk, as expected, good men in this world don't circulate.
He was already taken before even graduating from college.
Who knows which girl is so amazing that she managed to snag the crown prince of a chaebol family.
A young master like Song Zeqian clearly didn't like that kind of shameless woman who constantly checked up on him.
This current girlfriend was pretty quiet.
"I didn't expect you to be henpecked. No wonder you, the workaholic, have been willing to go home lately.
Your girlfriend is so lucky. Unlike me, I gave my all to a scumbag before, and it was completely the opposite."
As she spoke, she gave Song Zeqian a meaningful look.
But Song Zeqian stared expressionlessly at his computer screen, as if he hadn't heard her.
Hearing there was gossip, a few people gathered around. "Sister Lian, what happened? Tell us!"
"That bastard was so attentive when he was chasing me. He called me 'sister' all day, brought me tea and water. Called ten times a day!
I thought I'd found a treasure, but after sleeping with me, he ran off! He kept making excuses about studying or part-time jobs to stay far away from me."
A colleague covered her mouth in shock.
"That's classic hit-and-run! Sister Lian, with your conditions, what right does he have?"
"He's just thick-skinned!" Song Xinlian's chest heaved with anger. "The worst part is, a few days ago I accidentally saw his phone screen light up.
I asked who it was, and he said it was a scam text! What scam text calls you 'baby' and asks if you've woken up and says they miss you?"
"Oh my god!" Another colleague shook her head. "That excuse is so bad even a dog wouldn't believe it."
Voices of condemnation surrounded them.
"That's too much!"
"Scumbag, eating soft rice and cheating!"
"Sister Lian, break up with him now! Throw away that trash!"
After chatting for a while, everyone left for the day.
Before going downstairs, Song Zeqian checked his phone. Still no message from her.
She must have been too busy these past few days.
That evening, when Lin Yingyue returned, she found Song Zeqian waiting for her to eat.
The table was full of delicious food.
Steamed coral trout, garlic vermicelli, glistening honey-glazed char siu, and blanched choy sum in vibrant green.
There was also a steaming pot of cordyceps flower chicken soup.
"Try it." Song Zeqian pulled out a chair for her. "I made it."
Lin Yingyue's eyes widened in surprise. "You can cook?"
She thought a young master like him would never touch a kitchen.
He picked up a piece of char siu and placed it in her bowl.
Lin Yingyue took a bite, and her eyes lit up. "It's really good!"
The corners of Song Zeqian's mouth lifted slightly.
Halfway through the meal, Lin Yingyue got up to grab something.
Suddenly, her phone screen lit up. Song Zeqian picked it up to remind her, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of the message on the screen:
【Baby, I was wrong. I miss you. Please don't block me, okay?】
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