12 Second Master Who Cares About the Little Girl
Ling Qing Ruan returned to Imperial University and resumed her ordinary life—attending classes, having meals, and diligently focusing on her studies every day.
Cafeteria.
Ling Qing Ruan got herself a portion of food. Her appetite was small, so she only took a little. Perhaps the cafeteria lady felt sorry for the young girl and gave her extra meat.
“Ruan Ruan, you’re so popular! Even the cafeteria lady likes you. Look at mine—just two pieces of meat, while you have so much.”
Wu Xiaomin was on the verge of tears. Why was there such a big difference between people?
Only two pieces of meat in one serving? Was that fair?
“Xiaomin, you can have some of mine.” Ling Qing Ruan offered the food from her plate to Wu Xiaomin.
“No, no, I’m on a diet lately. You should eat more, my dear Ruan Ruan.”
Ling Qing Ruan picked up her spoon and began to eat. She looked like a little hamster as she ate, her cheeks puffed out and her dark, sparkling eyes blinking. With her thick eyelashes, she was exceptionally beautiful.
Wu Xiaomin gazed at Ling Qing Ruan’s face and couldn’t resist giving it a gentle pinch. Why was their dear Ruan Ruan so pretty?
If she didn’t already have a boyfriend, her suitors would probably line up from the south gate all the way to the east gate!
However, she hadn’t seen Ruan Ruan’s boyfriend for several days now.
Curious, Wu Xiaomin asked, “Ruan Ruan, where’s your boyfriend?”
“We broke up,” Ling Qing Ruan replied calmly, continuing to eat.
“What! What did you say? You broke up? With such a handsome, wealthy, and doting father-like boyfriend? Just like that?”
Ling Qing Ruan said, “Yes, we’re not really compatible. The age gap is too big.”
“Age doesn’t matter when it comes to true love! Ruan Ruan, my dear, you’re being foolish. A boyfriend like that is hard to come by in real life.”
Wu Xiaomin wore an expression of frustration, as if she couldn’t believe that such a great boyfriend had been let go so suddenly.
“Yeah, he really is rare.”
Ling Qing Ruan’s phone buzzed with a message from Si Zhanhan. He messaged her every day, asking what she had eaten, what she had been up to, and who she had met.
Ling Qing Ruan would sometimes reply with a few words, while other times she didn’t feel like talking to him.
“Who messaged you?”
Ling Qing Ruan said, “Him…”
“It’s your boyfriend, right? Hurry up and reply! If you let such a good boyfriend slip away, you might not find another one.”
Wu Xiaomin was practically itching to reply on Ling Qing Ruan’s behalf.
Ling Qing Ruan picked up her phone and saw the message from the man.
【Little girl, I bought some clothes for you and sent them over. Make sure to sign for them later. The weather is about to get cold, so remember to dress warmly.】
【Thank you, but it’s not necessary.】
Ling Qing Ruan replied coldly, then set her phone down on the table, not wanting to engage with the man any further.
【Little girl, be good and accept the clothes. You have a weak constitution, and if you catch a cold, you’ll have to take medicine. Don’t you hate taking medicine the most?】
Ling Qing Ruan pouted. It was true—she detested taking medicine and loved milk candies the most.
【Okay.】
【Good girl. If you need anything else, just let me know. The card I gave you is still usable, with a daily limit of 10 million.】
Si Zhanhan reminded her uneasily. This little girl was naive and prone to tears, with a soft personality that made her an easy target for anyone to bully.
【I know. I have my scholarship, which is enough for my living expenses. I don’t need the card. I’ll return it to you next time.】
【Keep it for now.】
Ling Qing Ruan didn’t respond. She hadn’t used the card Si Zhanhan gave her at all—not a single cent had been touched.
Platinum Manor.
Mu Feng, dressed in black, moved with lightning speed and appeared in the living room in the blink of an eye.
“Second Master, we’ve identified the person who drugged you last time.”
Si Zhanhan set down his phone, the faint trace of warmth on his face instantly vanishing, replaced by an icy chill.
“Who?”
“Ye Yu, the head of the Ye family.”
Si Zhanhan narrowed his eyes, his fingers lightly tapping the table. “Ye Yu…”
“Second Master, should we secretly…” Mu Feng made a throat-slitting gesture.
“Ye Yu has extensive influence. I’ll deal with him personally.”
“Yes, Second Master.”
“Second Master, Old Madam has been urging you again to return to the hometown. She mentioned meeting with the Su family… the Bai family, and many other women, so you can choose a wife…”
Si Zhanhan leaned back on the sofa, rubbing his temples in irritation. “I’m not going.”
Suddenly, Ling Qing Ruan’s bright, smiling face flashed through his mind. Among all the women he had met, she was the only one he remembered.
…
“Ruan Ruan, darling, why are your ears so red? Is someone thinking of you?”
Ling Qing Ruan touched her ears—they felt warm. She shook her head. “No, I don’t think anyone is thinking of me.”
Her parents, brothers, and sisters wouldn’t miss her; they all thought she was foolish.
As for Si Zhanhan… he probably wouldn’t think of her either. He was so busy.
Just as Ling Qing Ruan reached the doorway, a delivery arrived—a large, carefully packaged box with a big pink bow, overflowing with girlish charm!
“Ruan Ruan, what’s this?”
Ling Qing Ruan replied, “He sent over the clothes he bought for me. He said the weather is getting cold soon. I told him not to, but he still sent them.”
Buying so many clothes—if others didn’t know better, they might think he was her father.
“Oh my god! Ruan Ruan, what kind of amazing boyfriend did you find? He actually cares if you’re cold or not? Listen to me, make up with him already. Stop being stubborn. A boyfriend like this is impossible to find once you lose him.”
Wu Xiaomin was practically in tears. A boyfriend like this was practically extinct! Buying clothes for his girlfriend—no, ex-girlfriend?
“We won’t get back together. He… has another woman by his side, and he’s probably getting married soon. I’ve seen her—she’s very beautiful, with a great figure, and probably around his age.”
“What! He has another woman? Then he’s a scumbag! Ruan Ruan, you must not forgive him. Throw these clothes away too.”
Ling Qing Ruan, “…”
“But they’re already here, and they’re all new. It would be such a waste to throw them out.”
“You’re right. Let’s take them upstairs and see what kind of clothes he bought for you.”
Wu Xiaomin and Ling Qing Ruan carried the box upstairs together. It was surprisingly heavy.
Ling Qing Ruan unwrapped the package. Inside were autumn clothes, all the latest styles and branded—though she had no idea what brand it was.
Wu Xiaomin stared at the clothes in shock. “This… this is CC! Paris haute couture! He… he actually bought you so many? One piece alone costs at least seven figures.”
Ling Qing Ruan’s confused eyes widened. Seven figures?
Then, she started counting on her fingers…
“Xiaomin, does one piece of clothing really cost over a million? These clothes are too expensive. I should send them back to him.”
“Little girl, did you receive the clothes? Do you like the style? I picked them out for you since you usually wear this type.”