Xiao Xiang Jin Li

Two Hundred and Five: In the face of sexiness, cuteness is not worth mentioning

On the way back, Xie Jinyi was seen coming out of the bank.

Head down, walking in a hurry.

It seemed there was something urgent.

Wen Tingxue greeted her, but she didn't hear.

"Yiyi?"

As they brushed past, Wen Tingxue reached out to grab her, her expression worried.

Xie Jinyi instinctively looked up, and after seeing it was her, a brief moment of surprise flashed across her face.

"What are you doing here?"

The words blurted out, tinged with a hint of panic.

But because the street vendors were too loud, Wen Tingxue didn't notice and said with a smile:

"We're here to pick up Xinxin from work."

Xu Kexin?

Xie Jinyi turned her head and noticed the three people not far away.

"Ah..."

No wonder.

She had traveled all the way to this bank because she avoided this route, so the chance of running into them was small.

She hadn't expected such a low-probability event to actually happen.

Xie Jinyi felt a hidden unease, but her expression remained completely calm.

Even with her sunglasses removed, her expression was still impeccably perfect.

"I'm withdrawing money."

Her demeanor was so natural it didn't seem like she was a scammer.

"Oh," Wen Tingxue nodded, then blinked curiously, "Brother Shang! I beg you," the woman knelt on the spot, "Ah Hu is still young, he can't die like this, please help our family..."

...

After the National Day holiday, the class's academic atmosphere was clearly not as good as before.

The homeroom teacher racked his brains to get everyone to put away their playful minds, but it was useless.

Then came a test paper, and it was done.

Playful minds were all put away.

Lin Ling, holding her nearly wiped-out exam paper, wailed, "It's not that serious!! I only didn't study for a few days, how could I regress so much?!"

Fu Shilin glanced at her, "If you had put in even a little effort, you wouldn't have made so many mistakes."

He extended his hand, "Come, I'll explain it to you."

Having dinner with Shang Ziqian is considered an event?

"I'll go find her."

"Don't," Wen Tingxue stopped her, "Let's go buy a gift for Lin Ling first."

If it weren't for choosing a birthday gift for Yu Wenli, they would never have come here.

Xie Jinyi knew this well, yet she still chose this shop...

Upstairs.

Xie Jinyi said in despair, "Fifty thousand?! Do you think I'm still the Miss Xie from before? No!"

Shang Ziqian rubbed his temples and warned, "You don't have to give it. I can go find Wen Tingxue right now and tell her everything. I'll tell her what kind of person you are. Xie Jinyi, you'll be hard-pressed to find another Wen Tingxue in this lifetime. You'd better cooperate with me, or else..."

"Enough," Xie Jinyi gritted her teeth, "I'll give it to you tomorrow. You're not allowed to tell her a single word!"

"Okay," Shang Ziqian nodded.

But he didn't feel happy; instead, he was filled with pain.

-

After Xie Jinyi returned to class, Xu Kexin directly asked about Shang Ziqian.

Xie Jinyi looked surprised, "You saw?"

"Yes, so do you have any explanation?" Lin Ling pressed, "If I remember correctly, you don't seem to know each other, do you?"

"We really don't know each other," Xie Jinyi admitted.

Then she changed the subject, "But he threatened me with Xiao Xue, so I can't help but consider Xiao Xue's situation. What? Do you suspect I have any relationship with Shang Ziqian? Are you kidding? He once tried to kill me!"

Wen Tingxue recalled the incident at the art center, and her suspicion faded by more than half.

Xu Kexin still felt something was wrong with her, but at this point, if she pressed further, it would be counterproductive.

Lin Ling, with her simple mind, after getting a reasonable explanation, went to discuss university matters with Fu Shilin.

-

That night, at the Xie family residence.

Xie Jinyi threatened Xie Liangzhe with jumping off the building to make him come home.

She knew he cared about her legs.

He was still counting on her to enter a wealthy family through ballet in the future.

Therefore, Xie Liangzhe returning within half an hour was completely within her expectations.

"My dear father, you only care about your own interests. In that case, why don't we strike a deal?"

Xie Jinyi, in a white dress, was perched on the railing on the second floor.

Her voice was soft and gentle, as if she were cajoling.

But to Xie Liangzhe's ears, it sounded like a death knell.

Ever since they had fallen out, he had truly witnessed her madness.

She did what she said, never bluffing.

The stab wound on his waist had not yet healed!

"You, what do you want now?"

Xie Liangzhe was starting to be afraid of her.

Xie Jinyi smiled like a white flower, "It's nothing much, give me fifty thousand, and I'll help you deal with Wen Tingxue. You want me to be Mrs. Yu, right? No problem, once I get fifty thousand, I'll definitely secure the position of future Mrs. Yu for you."

"You..." Xie Liangzhe narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "Are you telling the truth?"

Xie Jinyi played with her hair, "More true than gold."

-

At the end of October, it was Yu Wenli's eighteenth birthday.

Wen Tingxue woke up early and, holding the freshly made longevity noodles, went to the Yu residence. She thought she was still half-asleep and had knocked on the wrong door.

"I..."

As she hesitated whether to retreat and check the door number, a charming woman inside said with a smile, "What a good-looking longevity noodle, A'li is truly fortunate."

A'li...?

Wen Tingxue straightened her back defensively, "Who... are you? Where is Yu Wenli?"

"Him," the woman leaned casually against the door, her demeanor as alluring as if it were tailor-made for him.

"He's changing upstairs. Should I call him for you?"

The woman took out a cigarette from her small bag, glancing at Wen Tingxue elegantly and seductively.

At that moment, Wen Tingxue believed the saying—cuteness is worthless in the face of sexiness.

"Don't tease her. If you scare away my future wife, you can't afford to compensate."

Yu Wenli came towards the door while putting on his school uniform, his steps carrying a rare hint of panic.