A fan group with two thousand members, and barely any males.
Ming Xiaowei nearly cried at the sight.
No wonder her sister ignored her—with a pond stocked with thousands of fish, why would she care about just one?
Emo moment.
As soon as she joined, Ming Xiaowei was greeted with enthusiasm. Though the group had two thousand members, most were busy fighting on Weibo, so the messages in the group were still manageable.
She noticed "Orange Not Cold" sending a question mark in the chat.
"Why did you invite her in?"
When joining, Ming Xiaowei had changed her ID to "Fresh Squeezed Orange Juice," making her stand out as the only new member at the moment.
Meanwhile, Ji Cheng, who had just returned to school after class, checked the profile of the new member.
Her memory was sharp—this QQ number belonged to Ming Xiaowei.
No wonder the Weibo private messages had felt familiar. It really was her.
But why would she use this QQ to join the group? Wasn’t she afraid of being exposed?
Then again, Ming Xiaowei never interacted in school group chats. If Ji Cheng hadn’t stumbled upon her profile yesterday, she wouldn’t have known it was her either.
Ji Cheng pursed her lips slightly.
Thinking about Ming Xiaowei’s recent attitude shift—those sudden remarks about "taking care" of her—
It all felt like a fan chasing an idol.
Had Ming Xiaowei really gone from hating her to being a fan?
Otherwise, why would she follow her around like this? Ming Xiaowei’s family was wealthy—if she really wanted to mess with her, she wouldn’t use such clumsy methods.
Maybe… she’d been too cold toward a fan?
Especially since they were classmates. Recalling Ming Xiaowei’s outburst while crouching on the ground, Ji Cheng felt a flicker of discomfort.
Was she really the worst among the classmates Ming Xiaowei had known?
She shouldn’t have transferred her dislike for Zhao Qinghan onto Ming Xiaowei.
Fine. An apology it is.
Ji Cheng logged into her main account, searched for Ming Xiaowei’s profile, hesitated for half a minute, and finally sent a friend request.
What she didn’t expect… was getting rejected.
Instantly.
She sent another request. This time, it was accepted. Just as Ji Cheng was about to type her apology, she saw the "typing" indicator appear.
Xiaowei: "Who are you?"
Ji Cheng: "I want to apologize for how I acted these past few days. My attitude wasn’t great."
Xiaowei: ???
Why was Ji Cheng apologizing?
Ming Xiaowei genuinely didn’t know what she’d done wrong. She was aware the original owner of this body had treated Ji Cheng poorly, so while she pretended to be upset, she didn’t actually feel anything. Plus, her current personality had been thoroughly spoiled by Yuan Qiaoqiao.
Oh, and there was that tiny bit of lingering frustration from her last world with Yuan Qiaoqiao, which had led Ming Xiaowei to develop a bad habit—
Annoying her "husband," no, wait, "wife."
"So you’re just being tsundere? You want to apologize but can’t swallow your pride?" Si finally understood how contradictory Ming Xiaowei was being.
"I offered her tangerines, and she refused. She must still resent me for making her fall."
Ming Xiaowei shrugged.
She looked down at Ji Cheng’s message:
"If you really need a tutor, I can do it. Market rate is 200 yuan per hour."
Ji Cheng was offering the lowest price online.
Ming Xiaowei nearly wept. "To think I’d end up walking the same transactional path as Mo Qing."
First time she had to pay for someone’s time.
"Even elementary school tutors charge 200 yuan an hour now. She’s giving you the cheapest rate," Si said, amused and exasperated.
Ming Xiaowei knew that. She did want to help this world’s version of her sister. Sure, Ji Cheng was aloof and secretly sentimental, but she wasn’t short on money, right?
Ming Xiaowei sent her WeChat QR code to Ji Cheng, who added her surprisingly fast.
"Free this afternoon?" Ming Xiaowei asked.
Ji Cheng sent over her weekly schedule—a list of part-time gigs between classes, from handing out flyers to cat-sitting.
Her plans were laid out clearly.
From 3 to 6 PM, Ji Cheng would be distributing flyers downtown, with the location specified.
"Then after you finish, let’s start at 8." Ming Xiaowei transferred 600 yuan upfront.
Ji Cheng didn’t hesitate, accepting the payment immediately.
But…
Starting at 8 meant staying at Ming Xiaowei’s place until 11.
Ji Cheng had never taken a job this late before. Still, she figured Ming Xiaowei’s place couldn’t be far from campus—she should make it back before curfew.
This was her first time as a private tutor.
She’d always avoided such gigs, deeming them risky.
What Ji Cheng didn’t expect was seeing a girl in a white top and pink jacket listening to music at the bus stop after her nap, on her way to work.
A rich girl taking the bus? Unusual.
Ji Cheng glanced at her, hesitating whether to say hello, when Ming Xiaowei walked over.
The bus arrived. Ji Cheng, masking up, boarded without a word.
Ming Xiaowei puffed her cheeks behind her.
Whatever. She shouldn’t expect this ice block to acknowledge her.
She’d brought exact change for the fare. On board, she spotted Ji Cheng sitting near the rear door, arms crossed, coolly gazing out the window like she existed above the mundane world.
Ming Xiaowei plopped down beside her. Only then did Ji Cheng seem to notice her, giving a slight nod.
Ming Xiaowei: ?
That’s it?
If she weren’t so bored, she wouldn’t be tagging along to watch Ji Cheng hand out flyers.
Not that she’d told Ji Cheng—who’d never agree anyway.
"I just wanted to check out the arcade downtown," Ming Xiaowei muttered.
Ji Cheng gave a noncommittal "Mm."
Never mind that there was one nearby—maybe Ming Xiaowei just preferred the downtown location.
Ming Xiaowei: …So cold.
This wasn’t hanging out with her sister. This was self-inflicted air conditioning.
Annoyed, Ming Xiaowei stopped trying to make conversation, plugged in her earphones, and settled into a comfortable position to nap.
She refused to believe Ji Cheng would be heartless enough to let her miss her stop.
She was her employer now, after all.
Ji Cheng didn’t realize Ming Xiaowei had fallen asleep until a weight settled on her shoulder. She turned her head.
Ming Xiaowei was out cold, her bangs fallen aside to reveal long, curled lashes. The black mask hid most of her face, but Ji Cheng could still see the faint pink of her nose.
She looked unexpectedly docile like this.
A small smile tugged at Ji Cheng’s lips, softening her usually distant expression.
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