Is Shen Qingling Really That Tall

"Ah—"

A scream of frustration echoed through the 500-square-meter living room, coming from Ruan Mingyi.

She nudged Ye Qiao beside her. "Qiaoqiao, wake up!"

Ye Qiao drowsily opened her eyes. "Mmm... Mingyi, you're awake. Are you hungry? Should I ask the kitchen to make something?"

Right now, Ruan Mingyi couldn’t care less about food. She stared blankly ahead, her voice tinged with horror. "Did I... do something unforgivable to a hot guy today?"

Ye Qiao lazily stretched. "Oh, so you remember now? I thought you’d forgotten. You were shameless—flirting, hugging, even groping him. Luckily, he had the patience and decency not to make a scene."

Ruan Mingyi buried her face in her ¥80,000 pillow, her muffled voice dripping with shame. "Oh my god... How could I say those things...?"

She actually asked him if he was... well-endowed?

But then again, was Shen Qingling?

Given his height, he probably wasn’t lacking.

She hadn’t even tried to test it out at the time—all bark and no bite.

Ruan Mingyi had a repressed, wild side, and everything she did to Shen Qingling yesterday could only be described as insane.

The mere thought of her fangirling behavior in front of him made her wish she could go back in time and slap some sense into her past self.

Ye Qiao tried to console her. "Relax, it’s not that big a deal. Just apologize when you get the chance. He works at your family’s café anyway—it’s not like you’ll never see him again."

"No, it is a big deal."

"Huh?"

Just thinking about Shen Qingling’s ridiculously handsome face made her heart race again. Even the way he’d coldly frowned and rejected her had been breathtaking.

"Qiaoqiao, I really like that face. If it weren’t for this mess, I could’ve maintained my cool, elegant heiress image in front of him. Now, he probably thinks I’m some creepy, horny stalker."

"Well, you were acting like one. I could barely watch."

"What do I do? Do I still have a chance?"

"You’re gorgeous and rich—what man could resist you? Just tone down the verbal assault, and I’m sure you’ll be fine. You were drunk, after all. But..."

"But what?"

"Shen Qingling seems pretty aloof. Not the type to chase money or be a kept man. Probably nothing like the guys you usually go for."

Ruan Mingyi smirked. "Even better. Men who can be bought lose their appeal fast anyway."

She quickly had someone dig up Shen Qingling’s WeChat, planning to use her usual tactics to get close to him.

But while she got his ID, he didn’t accept her request.

Ruan Mingyi frowned. Was he busy, or did he just forget?

She added a note—Ruan Mingyi, here to apologize—and sent another request. Still nothing.

Meanwhile, Shen Qingling’s phone lit up.

One glance told him it was another request from Ruan Mingyi.

077: "Host, not planning to accept Ruan Mingyi’s friend request?"

Shen Qingling: "I didn’t say I wouldn’t. Just not yet. If she gets what she wants too easily, she’ll lose interest fast. She won’t cherish it—or put in real feelings."

Ruan Mingyi’s defining trait was her emotional starvation. She fell for people left and right, but her affections were shallow—never genuine.

She wasn’t looking for love. She was looking for an outlet, someone to project her need for affection onto. The target didn’t matter.

Shen Qingling refused to be just another disposable conquest. He wanted her real heart.

Her behavior suggested a troubled upbringing—not financially, but emotionally. With her family’s wealth, how could she be so starved for love?

A lack of warmth at home had left her incapable of deep attachment. She cycled through crushes, never learning how to truly love someone.

She didn’t give love—she used it as a means to fill her own void.

But that twisted approach made real love impossible. She’d keep searching, never finding it.

Happy families, where parents adored their children, raised emotionally healthy adults.

They loved better, shone brighter. They didn’t crave extreme affection from others—they already had enough to give.

Shen Qingling had met too many like Ruan Mingyi. Men and women alike, they left only wreckage behind.

He wanted to fix her—if she could still be saved.

A glance at his phone told him it was almost midnight. Time for bed. He had an early class tomorrow, and as a model student, he couldn’t be late.

The original host had rented an off-campus apartment for convenience—just a 15-minute walk to school.

The next morning, Shen Qingling opened his closet and froze at the sea of identical white dress shirts.

Thankfully, it was spring. He could layer with jackets and trench coats.

Otherwise, people might think he never changed clothes.

He slipped on a mask and trench coat before heading out.

The original host wore masks to avoid attention. Shen Qingling did too—but for different reasons.

In his past life, he’d been a top-tier celebrity. Masks were habit, shielding him from paparazzi and obsessive fans.

He arrived early to class, drawing stares the moment he walked in.

In his previous life, Shen Qingling had been an A-list actor—critically acclaimed, commercially successful, a regular on high-fashion runways. While red carpets were dominated by actresses, he’d consistently outshone them.

He had an innate magnetism, an effortless grace in every movement. Indescribable, but undeniably captivating.

Some called it "star power." Others just said he moved beautifully.

In truth, it was all meticulously trained. As an actor, he’d practiced every gesture, every expression in front of mirrors for years.

He knew how to smile just right, how to cry just so. A man like him was practically cheating in the real world—few could resist his charm.

He removed his mask and took a seat. As usual, no one dared sit beside him.

Shen Qingling's aloofness is well-known, which is why people naturally keep their distance from him. Otherwise, even if you sit right beside him, you'd only feel an icy chill—like you're inviting humiliation. No one wants to approach someone who treats them with cold indifference.

But today, the discussions about him have grown more frequent than ever.

"Hey, don’t you think Shen Qingling looks even more attractive lately?"

"I feel the same way. There’s something different about him, but his face is still the same, and he’s still the same person. It’s strange."

"Could it be because of that viral photo? Maybe we’re seeing him through a fan’s lens now?"

"Since when does Shen Qingling’s face need a fan filter? His handsomeness is just an objective fact—even I, a guy, can admit that. There’s no denying it."

"Of course he’s handsome. No one said he wasn’t before. It’s just that today, he seems to carry himself with more charisma."

"How does the same trench coat look so different on him? When he walked in earlier wearing a mask, it was like a runway show—you’d think a celebrity had just stepped in."

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