Wen Qiao? Is She Worthy?

This ‘Miss White Lotus’ never failed to simultaneously infuriate and amuse her.

Fifty thousand yuan?

And also, she was to apologize to Wen Jianmin?

Who did she think she was? This Miss White Lotus must be thinking she was being an angel here, when she was just being meddlesome.

Lu Youyou exploded with anger, snatching the bank card from Xu Lu’s hand in one swoop and smacked it in her face. “Wen Jianmin easily parts with two hundred thousand yuan buying a piano for you, his stepdaughter. Who are you trying to insult with a meager fifty thousand? Let me guess, you’re moving yourself to tears with this great act of kindness towards her, huh? Scram the hell away with this fifty thousand of yours. If you dare to insult Qiaoqiao again, I don’t mind having a strike in my disciplinary records right before graduation!”

With that, she started rolling up her sleeves.

Eyes turning red, Xu Lu picked up the bank card on the ground looking aggrieved. “I’m trying to help here. Moreover, Uncle Wen bought me the piano willingly, it’s not that I forced him. How can you blame something like this on me? Wen Qiao, aren’t we friends?”

Wen Qiao gazed at her coldly. Although this Xu Lu looked harmless, she had plenty of devious tactics up her sleeves. Due to her deliberately getting closer to her in the previous lifetime, in the end she was caught off guard and even brainwashed by this Xu Lu into passing up on the opportunity to pursue university studies.

By the look of things now, it was clear that Xu Lu had borne malicious intent right from the start when she tried to get close to her. And back then, she was deceived by that seemingly guileless-looking face of hers.

“We were never friends.” Wen Qiao’s voice was so icy it gave one the shivers. “So, stop pretending to be a saint in front of me. You disgust me with your fakeness. Am I being clear enough? This is between my father and I. An outsider like you should just stay out of it.”

“What’s the matter?” The guy standing behind Xu Lu, Zhuang Yan, asked.

Zhuang Yan was handsome and came from a rich family, with outstanding academic results to boot, making him one of the legendary figures at Nine Middle School.

At the age of seventeen to eighteen, where one’s interest in the opposite sex was first awakened, it was true that Wen Qiao used to have a crush on him. Back then, Xu Lu had even goaded her into writing a love letter to him. She had deliberated over every single word and poured her heart and soul into that love letter she wrote him.

A girl like Wen Qiao, who was pretty to the point of bewitching, tended not to have a good reputation in senior high. Even though she had never even dated a single boy before, there were all sorts of rumors flying around about how she was ‘promiscuous’ and ‘slept around’.

Zhuang Yan, who got to know her through these rumors, determined that she was such a person. Towards her fondness, he simply responded with a cold and merciless statement:

“Wen Qiao? Is she worthy?”

With that, he had casually tossed her love letter into the trash can without even a second glance.

Some busybodies had rummaged through the trash and found her love letter, and went on to stick it on the school’s bulletin board. The girl’s heartfelt words of confession turned into the lethal weapons those people would use against her. No matter where she went, she couldn’t shake off the fate of being mocked at.

That love letter she wrote in her second year of senior high made her the butt of all jokes at school for the entire year. Like that she became the biggest laughingstock at Nine Middle School.

Looking back now, although the youth was tall, hunky and handsome, he was too heartless. Why had she moped over such an unfeeling person for an entire year?

It was so not worth it.

At the sight of Zhuang Yan, two streams of tears rolled down Xu Lu’s cheeks at will. Lu Youyou sneered. “Why are you applying for the Central Conservatory of Music instead of The Central Academy of Drama. Don’t waste your talent in acting.”

As Xu Lu played the piano, and Zhuang Yan, the violin, the two of them would perform together whenever there was a school event. Everyone felt they made a handsome couple.

Xu Lu quickly wiped away her tears. “I’m fine. Everything’s fine. This has nothing to do with Wen Qiao.”

If this had happened in the past, Wen Qiao would have been worried that Zhuang Yan might misunderstand and be anxious to explain things. But now, her heart was as settled as still water. If he misunderstood, so be it. She no longer cared about Zhuang Yan’s opinion of her.

Lu Youyou scoffed. “Hurry up and stop crying. Is your eyeliner waterproof? I think your makeup is about to get smudged.”

Zhuang Yan frowned as he swept a nonchalant gaze over Wen Qiao’s face. But Wen Qiao only hooked her arm around Lu Youyou’s and said, “Let’s go.”