That last sentence.
Was clearly spoken with a nervous tone.
It absolutely didn't need any supplement!
Adding to it is what would really make people unable to stop themselves from overthinking.
"No problem, Little Chi's mouth is really quite good at being cutting."
"It's good she doesn't know, and I didn't plan on telling her either."
Lin Yu expressed the same sentiment, agreeing with Xiang Tiange's approach.
At a time like this, of course, everyone needs to be on the same page to make it easier to bring their feelings closer.
"Busy bee, go check on your two roommates."
"I'm fine here on my own, I'll keep shopping for you!"
"Hehe, let me enjoy this feeling a little longer."
As she spoke.
Xiang Tiange pushed the shopping cart and excitedly trotted off again.
……
Meanwhile.
At the office area of the Film School, Pingchuan University.
Having just finished collecting the return-to-school assignments for another class.
Yan Miaozhu listlessly returned to her office, where she was the only one.
Now, whenever she lay back on the beanbag chair.
Yan Miaozhu couldn't help but think of Lin Yu.
That idiot!
How could he not cherish such a great opportunity?
And today he even…
Didn't reply to her messages for half the day?!
They were chatting just fine with each other.
Then suddenly, there was no follow-up.
Compared to the Lin Yu who replied to her instantly the night before, it was like he was a completely different person.
Is it really that serious?
It's just taking off a piece of clothing in front of him?
What kind of psychological tolerance is that!
What era is this, could there still be such a proper university student?!
The more Yan Miaozhu thought about it, the angrier she got, and the more unsettled she felt.
"Knock knock knock."
"Knock knock knock."
Urgent knocking came from the office door.
Yan Miaozhu furrowed her brow and raised her voice, saying:
"Come in, it's... it's not locked."
The office door opened.
A familiar figure once again appeared inside the office...
Miao Haixin!
Yan Miaozhu's heart sank with suspicion.
What's going on these past couple of days? Did she somehow offend Miao Haixin?
Why does she keep coming to find her?
When she came to the office the day before yesterday, there was at least a reasonable, justifiable excuse.
Because her student was in Yan Miaozhu's office; she came for the student.
But today?
The class whose assignments Yan Miaozhu collected today wasn't taught by Miao Haixin!
Why is she here again?
Two people who've never really interacted at school are now inexplicably connected.
It's hard for Yan Miaozhu not to wonder what exactly Miao Haixin is up to.
Having pondered this for a while, Yan Miaozhu still wore a smile on her face:
"Haixin, what brings you here? Is it about... a student matter?"
Miao Haixin's expression was very grave, her smile forced and strained.
She didn't directly state the reason, but first asked:
"Teacher Yan, do you have a moment? Can we talk privately for a bit?"
Yan Miaozhu looked at Miao Haixin in surprise: "You and me? Talk privately?"
What on earth could the two of them have to talk about?
Could it be that Miao Haixin found out about her situation with Lin Yu?
Once this thought emerged, it quickly consumed Yan Miaozhu's mind, leaving no room for other considerations.
After all.
When it came to any connection between them, Lin Yu was probably the only link!
Yan Miaozhu felt a small surge of panic but quickly calmed herself down.
It's fine.
Even if she heard something or saw something.
Everything is just "rumors" and "misunderstandings."
Yan Miaozhu didn't believe she could produce any concrete evidence!
What evidence could she possibly have?
Nothing actually happened between her and Lin Yu.
As long as she deleted the WeChat chat history, it would be hard to find any proof.
Yan Miaozhu got up from the beanbag chair and wheeled over a chair from an unoccupied desk.
She placed it very close to her own office chair.
If her guess was correct.
Then of course, discussing such a topic required caution.
They absolutely couldn't be overheard by any passerby with ulterior motives.
"Haixin, have a seat. I have time."
"What did you want to talk to me about?"
"Wanting to know about your class's assignment status?"
Yan Miaozhu deliberately offered a seemingly reasonable opening, wanting to see if Miao Haixin would take it.
Unexpectedly.
Miao Haixin had mustered considerable resolve to come find her today.
Clenching her hands tightly, Miao Haixin tried to remain calm as she said:
"Teacher Yan, I'm not very good at beating around the bush, nor do I know how to talk around something."
"I'll just say it directly..."
"Actually, I know you're married, and I also know your husband is an associate professor at our university."
Yan Miaozhu: "!!!"
How does this woman know?
If it were a teacher who usually interacted more with her or her husband.
Suddenly coming to reveal this, Yan Miaozhu wouldn't find it so surprising.
But why would Miao Haixin know?
Could it be that this matter...
Has already spread throughout the school?
Miao Haixin's precise statement left Yan Miaozhu no room whatsoever for denial.
If Yan Miaozhu were to deny it and anger Miao Haixin.
Then the fact of her marriage would truly spread throughout the school!
Choosing to come to her office alone meant Miao Haixin likely didn't intend to do that.
At least not now.
Yan Miaozhu couldn't let her guard down easily.
"How did you find out? Was it Principal Li or Vice Principal Zhang?"
Yan Miaozhu thought Miao Haixin must know someone to get such information.
She immediately began probing.
Wanting to see which old-timer had gotten chummy with a mere counselor.
Treating Yan Miaozhu's secret as gossip!
Miao Haixin quickly waved her hand, saying:
"Teacher Yan, there's no need to guess. The school leadership didn't tell me this."
"And I don't intend to tell anyone either; it does none of us any good."
"I came to you about something else."
Yan Miaozhu fell silent: "..."
Was the secret just a lead-in?
Just how much does this woman know?
Miao Haixin opened her phone and showed a photo to Yan Miaozhu.
Looking at it, Yan Miaozhu couldn't help but widen her eyes: "!!!"
The woman in the photo was none other than herself!
Having a photo of her wasn't particularly shocking.
The key was...
The location where the photo was taken!
Wasn't this the small hotel from yesterday?
It must have been taken when Yan Miaozhu was leaving the hotel!
Judging from the angle, it was likely taken from the second floor.
The second floor...
A cold sweat broke out on Yan Miaozhu's back.
Wasn't she on the second floor at that time?
This couldn't be a coincidence!
Furious and flustered, Yan Miaozhu reached out to grab the phone.
But.
Her hand hovered in the air, not coming down.
Grabbing the phone would be useless.
The fact that Miao Haixin dared to show this photo meant she had definitely made backups.
What good would snatching it do?
Yan Miaozhu's face flushed, her heart pounding wildly as she desperately tried to think of something to say.
...
(Second update for today. There will be another chapter a bit later. Continuing to work hard to maintain the updates. Hope everyone can vote/send some 'powered by love' support. Thank you all!)
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