Can voice messages be sent

In the afternoon, when Lin Yu saw the homeroom teacher again, he got his answer.

"No."

The homeroom teacher shook her head helplessly and said,

"I tried to negotiate for you."

"They won’t allow it."

"They said switching classes is absolutely out of the question."

"If you have the means, maybe try hiring a tutor."

"It could help with your studies."

After saying this, the teacher left. Lin Yu stood there, holding a bottle of sweetened drink, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over him.

But only for a moment.

When it came to switching classes, Lin Yu was determined to make it happen!

It was time to call in the big guns!

Zhao She.

Qing Mo.

Which of these two should he ask for help?

Lin Yu rubbed his chin with one hand.

After just a brief moment of thought, he made his decision.

Better to ask Qing Mo.

Zhao She’s methods were limited, and they wouldn’t be suitable for this situation anyway.

Qing Mo was filthy rich, and her social status was sky-high. Surely, she had the means to get him transferred.

He took out his phone, summarized the situation in a message, and sent it to Qing Mo. Then, he waited for her reply.

As expected, Qing Mo responded quickly—less than thirty seconds after he sent the message.

It was shockingly fast for someone who supposedly ran a massive business empire and was swamped with work every day.

She seemed more like a shut-in.

The kind who lounged around at home all day, never letting go of her phone unless she was asleep!

Qing Mo: "Going to find your little girlfriend?"

Lin Yu stared at the message, baffled.

How do you all keep guessing what I’m thinking...

Wait, no!

Why does everyone assume it’s about that?

Who do you take me for?

Do I really look like I can’t wait two more weeks?

Lin Yu: "No, I just want to focus on studying."

Lin Yu: "You know me—I’ve always had strong resistance to feminine charms."

This time, Qing Mo took a long pause before replying.

Qing Mo: "Have dinner with me tonight."

Lin Yu: "???"

Lin Yu: "We’re at this level of friendship, and you’re setting conditions for helping me?"

Qing Mo: "What?"

Qing Mo: "Not willing?"

Qing Mo: "I thought you were having fun with your little girlfriend?"

Qing Mo: "Or do you want coupons from me too?"

In front of the screen, Lin Yu’s face—usually uneven in tone—suddenly turned uniformly dark red.

Lin Yu: "How do you know about that?"

Almost immediately, he answered his own question.

Lin Yu: "You had someone follow me?"

Qing Mo didn’t even try to hide it. She admitted it outright.

Qing Mo: "Of course I had someone keep an eye on you."

Qing Mo: "How else would I know if you were lying to me?"

Qing Mo: "Or if you were two-timing me?"

Lin Yu: "Are you insane?"

Lin Yu was furious.

We’re not even dating! Why do you care so much?

What business is it of yours?

Qing Mo: "Can you send a voice message to curse me out?"

Reading this, Lin Yu’s anger instantly turned into exasperation.

It was like that saying:

I want to hit you, but I’m afraid you’d enjoy it too much.

Lin Yu: "Screw off."

Lin Yu: "Don’t show up at the school gate tonight."

Lin Yu: "Wait for me to message you."

Qing Mo: "Okay."

...

...

Qing Mo: "Really can’t send one voice message?"

Lin Yu rolled his eyes in disgust, stuffed his phone back into his pocket, and pretended he never saw her last message.

Lunatic!

...

In the boardroom, a group of well-dressed, elite shareholders sat around a long table.

They exchanged glances—looking at each other, then at others—but no one dared to speak up.

All eyes kept drifting toward the stunningly beautiful yet icy woman at the head of the table.

Her expressions kept shifting—a faint smile one moment, a hint of sadness the next, and then barely suppressed laughter. Everyone was baffled.

Normally, her frosty expression didn’t change for weeks.

Why was she so expressive today?

No one understood.

But no one dared to ask.

Though everyone’s time was valuable, they all knew that offending this mercurial woman would render their time worthless—permanently.

After a while, the woman finally set her phone down.

She glanced around the room and said coolly,

"Let’s adjourn the meeting here."

Then she stood and turned to her secretary.

"Cancel all my afternoon appointments. I have something more important to do."

The secretary was stunned.

Seriously?

Boss, weren’t you the one who rushed to schedule this meeting, saying it was crucial?

Now it’s not important anymore?

And what about the meeting with the industry leader this afternoon?

You’re ditching that too?

Is this okay?

The secretary was screaming internally but kept a professional smile.

Fine.

You’re the boss.

You call the shots!

...

...

Lin Yu knew money meant nothing to Qing Mo, so he felt zero guilt picking the most expensive restaurant possible.

What?

The portions are small and you might leave hungry?

Easy fix—just order more!

In the private dining room, Lin Yu devoured meat and shrimp with reckless abandon, completely ignoring his table manners. Even with the breathtakingly elegant Qing Mo sitting across from him, he kept his focus solely on the food.

Deep down, he had a small hope—maybe acting like a barbarian would make refined, poised Qing Mo lose interest in him. Then they could go their separate ways in peace.

Because who could stand being watched all the time?

Between bites, Lin Yu stole a glance at Qing Mo—only to find her staring at him like he was the main course.

When she noticed him looking, she quickly turned away, her ears peeking out from her hair, flushed red.

???

Why the hell are you blushing?!

Lin Yu had no choice but to bring up the real matter.

"So, is it settled?"

"When can I switch classes?"

"Whenever you want."

Qing Mo stared down at her barely touched, now-cold food and said,

"I bought the school you attend."

"Cough—!"

Lin Yu choked mid-bite, coughing violently.

He instinctively reached for a napkin, but before he could find one, Qing Mo had already handed him one. Her usually cold face showed genuine concern as she asked softly,

"Are you okay?"

Lin Yu took the napkin, wiped his mouth, and shook his head to signal he was fine.