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Chapter 300: A Crush on Mr. Lu
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Rong Qi sighed and chuckled, shaking her head.
Lu Qi leaned in, whispering softly in Rong Qi’s ear, “Seven, don’t worry. I didn’t tell them about your interrogation of that bad person. 1 just said you’re skilled at fighting and didn’t mention anything about Mr. Ye or Mr. Lu.”
When Lu Qi mentioned Lu Chengzhou, her voice noticeably softened. She continued, “Seven, are you close to Mr. Lu? He said you’re his cousin-in-law. Could it be true that you’re actually a sugar baby?”
Previously, in the instructor’s office, they and the bunch from Cla.s.s 1 had seen Ye Nanshen come to back Rong Qi up. However, someone immediately warned them afterward not to talk recklessly about it.
Considering Rong Qi’s reputation, the students in Cla.s.s 7 kept their mouths shut tight. The students from Cla.s.s 1, though, privately spread rumors about Rong Qi being a sugar baby, but since the person providing her was a big shot, they dared not explicitly say it. As a result, this matter didn’t cause much of a stir.
Rong Qi looked at the cute Lu Qi and a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She teased, “Mr. Lu, huh?”
Lu Qi blushed, hugging Rong Qi’s arm in an attempt to deflect, and said, “Oh, Seven, you’re making fun of me!”
Rong Qi fixed her gaze on Lu Qi, a playful smile playing on her lips, like a stern parent interrogating a young lover.
Lu Qi pouted and grumbled, “I just think that someone like him, a n.o.ble young master, has an extraordinary bearing. If 1 call him ‘Mr. Lu,’ it feels like we’re labeling him as a prodigal son. But from the moment 1 saw him, I knew he wasn’t a useless playboy. So, I want to call him ‘Mr. Lu.’ because he lives up to that t.i.tle.”
Rong Qi’s brows twitched, and she nodded. She asked, “Then what do you want him to call you?”
Lu Qi hesitated for a moment, her expression slightly awkward, “Sachima…”
“Hahaha,” Rong Qi burst into laughter.
Lu Qi’s face darkened, and she stood up and said, “Meanie! 1 don’t want to talk to you anymore.”
Rong Qi’s laughter grew louder. It was the first time Cla.s.s 7 had heard Rong Qi laugh so joyfully, so their gazes naturally s.h.i.+fted toward her.
Huang Hao chimed in, “Rong Qi, it’s fortunate you’re a girl. If you were a guy, who knows how many girls you would have charmed.”
Rong Qi was decisive in action, handsome in style, a touch of clumsiness mixed with aloofness, skilled in fighting, and talented. If Rong Qi was a man, the world might have turned upside down.
Lu Qi joined in, “If Rong Qi was a guy, I’d definitely fall for her.”
Rong Qi shook her head with a light chuckle. It wasn’t until two cla.s.ses had pa.s.sed in the morning that she noticed their cla.s.s was still missing one person. Han Ning hadn’t shown up.
Huang Hao called Han Ning several times, but all he got was no answer. Worried that something had happened to Han Ning, Huang Hao was almost considering skipping cla.s.s to go find him.
Rong Qi furrowed her brows as well. She knew Han Ning used to be one of the earliest to arrive and he couldn’t be absent today with no news at all.
Rong Qi pondered in her heart and found an excuse to step out and make a call. Using another phone number, she called Han Ning, but it was the same—the call couldn’t go through.
Rong Qi lowered her gaze and headed straight for the university’s computer room. She found a secluded corner, turned on a computer, and started searching for Han Ning’s location.
Han Ning’s phone’s location indicated that he was in the Jackdom wealthy villa area, and it hadn’t changed since last night. That place was the Han family estate; Han Ning was at his own home.
Rong Qi thought Han Ning being at home should mean nothing was wrong. She shut down the computer and called the home phone number Han Ning had given her.
The call connected, and a rough, middle-aged male voice came through, “h.e.l.lo.”
Rong Qi’s voice remained unchanged, “h.e.l.lo, I’m Han Ning’s instructor, Miss Seven. He didn’t come to school today; is everything alright at home?”
“What? That brat didn’t come to school?” The voice on the other end was somewhat rough, but his att.i.tude toward Rong Qi was incredibly respectful, “Miss Seven, please wait a moment. I’ll go find that brat..”
