Jing Nian’an’s small face flushed crimson, her almond-shaped eyes wide open.
Pointing at Sheng Ran and his horse, she angrily scolded:
“What are you laughing at? You and your horse are just low-class people matched with low-class horses!”
But the next second, the sleek black horse she had just insulted took a step forward and affectionately nuzzled the girl’s shoulder in a fawning manner.
Sheng Ran’s smile instantly froze at the corner of his lips.
Damn it, could someone tell him…
How did this fiery steed, which recognized no one but him, turn into such a bootlicker?
Jing Nian’an, however, was so startled by the horse that she stumbled backward two steps, nearly falling to the ground.
Flustered, she brushed at the sleeve the horse had rubbed against, her red lips slightly parted, clearly taken aback by this sudden display of affection.
Just as she was about to continue berating Sheng Ran, she seemed to remember something, bit her lower lip, and swallowed the words on the tip of her tongue.
Not daring to stay a second longer, Jing Nian’an hurriedly led “Moonlight Earl,” skirted around the enthusiastic black horse, and ran off.
Even her retreating figure exuded guilt.
The wind suddenly died down.
The young man on horseback instantly wiped the smile from his face, his slender fingers slowly tightening the reins until his knuckles turned a stark white.
His golden hair fell, casting a gloomy shadow across his handsome face.
Running away again…
The young man murmured, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible.
After the equestrian class ended, the girl changed out of her riding gear and took the path between the riding grounds and the school’s back gate.
The Jing family had long known that the young miss had equestrian class today and had specifically arranged for someone to wait early at the school’s back gate.
Seeing her leave, Ming Jiahe immediately quickened her movements, swiftly removing her riding gear.
With a casual toss, the clothes landed haphazardly to the side.
She grabbed her backpack and hurriedly chased after her.
Ming Jiahe ran until she was out of breath, finally catching up. She tried to steady her breathing behind Jing Nian’an and said, seemingly boasting:
“Jing Nian’an, let me tell you, my dad just imported a purebred sika deer from Norway. It looks amazing in photos…”
Before she could finish, Jing Nian’an narrowed her eyes, glanced at her sideways, lifted her chin, and said with an air of arrogance:
“What’s so great about that? My brother built me a zoo, and I even have a gorilla that can solve equations!”
Ming Jiahe was taken aback, only then remembering that Jing Nian’an had an exceptionally capable brother, and was left speechless.
Then, she jogged a couple of steps to catch up again and persisted:
“My bed is a Fendi Casa Custom Edition. You’ve definitely never slept on one. I could reluctantly let you try it.”
At these words, Jing Nian’an abruptly stopped, furrowed her delicate brows, and looked Ming Jiahe up and down with an expression as if she were looking at a weirdo.
Her soft voice was full of disdain: “Why would I want to sleep in your bed?”
With that, she quickened her pace and walked ahead.
Ming Jiahe stood frozen in place, on the verge of tears.
Oh no, oh no! The baby must think she’s a pervert this time!
But Jing Nian’an hadn’t gone far when, at a fork in the road, Qiu Qing’er appeared holding a gift box and said softly:
“An’an, you must be tired after your equestrian class. Would you like some chocolate?”
Jing Nian’an stopped and looked Qiu Qing’er over, confirming she had no recollection of her, then glanced down at the chocolate in her hands.
Behind the girl, Ming Jiahe was already upset about saying the wrong thing.
Now, seeing Qiu Qing’er appear out of nowhere and offer chocolate only added fuel to the fire.The next second, she lifted her chin high and spoke with an arrogant expression:
“Who wants to eat your chocolate? What cheap stuff are you trying to give away?”
She knew her baby best—she only ate the Pierre brand. This was something she had figured out through trial and error, time and time again!
Sure enough, Jing Nian’an merely glanced down at the gift box with indifference before turning her face away, her tone haughty: “I don’t want it.”
After saying this, she walked around Qiu Qing’er and continued forward.
Just as she was about to reach the back door, Jing Nian’an was forced to stop once again.
This time, it wasn’t because someone was blocking her way, but because she saw, not far from the school gate, leaning against the wall of the alley leading to the water and electricity equipment room—
Lin Jinhuan was weakly supporting herself against the wall, her face as pale as paper, clearly in extreme physical discomfort.
Qiu Qing’er, who was behind her, also recognized Lin Jinhuan and hurried over with small, quick steps, her face full of concern as she asked:
“Miss Lin, are you okay? What’s wrong with you?”