Song Nan had a quick temper and a straightforward personality. After chatting with her for just a few minutes, Xia Ruohan’s fondness for her skyrocketed.
Meanwhile, Ruan Jinxi was still holding a grudge against Song Nan for what had happened earlier and hadn’t given her a friendly look. Song Nan felt the same way toward her and only chatted with Xia Ruohan.
With one friend she’d known since freshman year on one side and a new acquaintance on the other, Xia Ruohan didn’t know which one to support, so she simply kept quiet.
During class, the professor introduced Song Nan as the new transfer student and encouraged everyone to get along well with her.
Song Nan remained completely disengaged throughout the lecture, either chatting with Xia Ruohan or playing on her phone—she didn’t pay any attention to the lesson at all.
After class, Xia Ruohan was called to the professor’s office. Ruan Jinxi thought she had done something wrong again, so she followed her.
The professor asked Ruan Jinxi to wait outside and motioned for Xia Ruohan to come in.
“Xia.”
“Professor Yuan, have I done something wrong again?” ” Xia Ruohan always remembered that Yuan Hongsu was a friend of Jun Yeting, but every time Yuan Hongsu called her into his office, it never meant anything good.
Yuan Hongsu was a nationally renowned master of Chinese painting; naturally, he had a proud temperament and was famously strict with every one of his students.
“What’s your relationship with that old man, Jun Yeting?” Yuan Hongsu asked.
Xia Ruohan paused for a moment before replying, “He’s my grandfather.”
“Your grandfather?”
Xia Ruohan nodded.
“When did he suddenly acquire a granddaughter like you? Aside from Jun Lin and Jun Yize, there are no other grandchildren in that family.”
“Professor, it’s like this: I married Jun Lin… um… just this past Saturday.”
Is it okay to say this now?
Yuan Hongsu was drinking water when he heard her words and choked. “You married Jun Lin?”
“Yes… yes. Um, Professor, I absolutely mean no offense. I promise—even though I’m married, I’ll still study hard and won’t bring shame upon you.” Seeing his face turn pale, Xia Ruohan hurriedly assured him.
“No.” Yuan Hongsu was truly baffled. “How on earth did you end up marrying Jun Lin?”
“I crashed into his car… and couldn’t afford to pay for the damage.” So she had offered herself as compensation.
Xia Ruohan’s voice grew quieter and quieter; she didn’t dare look at Yuan Hongsu.
“They got a real bargain.” Yuan Hongsu slammed his hand on the table and drained the water from his cup.
Xia Ruohan didn’t know why he was so angry and didn’t dare say a word.
“All right, go back. Study hard.”
Xia Ruohan blinked, her face a mask of disbelief.
This was a first! Professor Yuan, who was usually strict to a fault, was being so lenient—not only letting her off the hook for missing class, but also sparing her the humiliation of standing in his office for a lecture while her parents were called in.
As she stepped out of the office, Ruan Jinxi looked anxious. Seeing her emerge, she hurried over and slipped her arm through Xia Ruohan’s.
“What did he say? Did he give you a hard time?”
Xia Ruohan shook her head. “He knows Jun Lin’s grandfather. He asked how I met Grandpa Jun, so I told him about my marriage to Jun Lin.”
“So he didn’t scold you this time?”
“No.”
“He’s changed his tune. No wonder—you’re Mr. Jun’s wife. With that title, who would dare give you a hard time? Right, Mrs. Jun?” Ruan Jinxi teased, playfully pinching her cheek.
Xia Ruohan glared at her and said, “Don’t call me that.”
Mrs. Jun… I’m not worthy of that title.
Ruan Jinxi smiled without saying a word and walked back to the classroom with her.
Song Nan was listening to music with her headphones on. When she saw Xia Ruohan and Ruan Jinxi walking back arm in arm, she raised an eyebrow and snapped a photo of the two of them.
“Why are you taking our picture?” Ruan Jinxi, who had just noticed her action, shouted.
All eyes in the class turned to Song Nan.
Song Nan took off her headphones and asked casually, “What’s this mad dog yelling about?”