Qin Xian: Let's go watch a movie tomorrow night.
Shu Ran looked at the message from Qin Xian on the chat interface, feeling helpless.
She tossed her phone aside, not intending to respond to him.
Just a minute later, her phone buzzed again.
Shu Ran grabbed her phone and took a glance.
Qin Xian: ?
She sighed.
Shu: I have plans tomorrow.
Qin Xian: Male or female?
Shu Ran didn't reply; she found it puzzling.
Another message popped up in the chat interface.
Qin Xian: Hmm? If you won't say, then I guess I'll just have to visit tomorrow night.
Shu Ran was extremely annoyed but felt powerless against him.
Shu: Female.
Qin Xian: Who?
Shu Ran was furious, thinking he was being overly persistent.
Shu: A colleague.
She calmed herself and replied.
After a few minutes, the other party finally stopped sending messages.
Shu Ran let out a sigh of relief.
She felt that this situation couldn't continue.
Just as one wave settled, another rose.
The issue with the kindergarten was still unresolved, and she really didn't have the time or energy to deal with him.
She decided to have a good talk with Shu Mother about her thoughts, but on her own, Shu Mother would definitely think she was avoiding the issue again.
She bit her lip, deep in thought.
Suddenly, her phone rang again, startling Shu Ran.
She thought Qin Xian had messaged her again.
When she turned on the screen, she realized it was Zhou Jiajia asking about her recent situation.
Zhou Jiajia: How have you been, Sweetheart?
Shu Ran: Not bad, just the same.
Zhou Jiajia: How's the matchmaking going?
Shu Ran felt a headache coming on at the mention of this topic.
Shu Ran: Don't mention it.
Zhou Jiajia was puzzled and quickly sent a voice message asking what was wrong.
Shu Ran had been feeling overwhelmed lately. She was planning to find a time to meet Zhou Jiajia to vent a little, and just as she was thinking about it, Zhou Jiajia happened to ask, so she took the opportunity to explain everything.
After listening, Zhou Jiajia was stunned for a few minutes, coming back to her senses and cursing a few times.
“Damn, I can't believe it.”
“Is Qin Xian out of his mind?”
Beside her, Zheng Tong was conducting a remote meeting. Hearing Zhou Jiajia speak so emotionally and use foul language, he frowned slightly and said coldly, “Zhou Jiajia.”
Immediately, Zhou Jiajia shut up, composed herself, and smiled sweetly, saying, “Got it, got it.”
Then she turned back to continue chatting with Shu Ran, but her voice lowered.
“So what are you planning to do?”
Shu Ran replied, “I was just thinking about that when you messaged me.”
Zhou Jiajia's big eyes twinkled as an idea suddenly struck her.
“Just find a boyfriend casually to appease your mom. That way she won't pressure you into blind dates, and Qin Xian won't be able to bother you. Then later you can just break up, and it'll all be done.”
After hearing her suggestion, Shu Ran felt like there was some logic to it but also sensed something was off.
It seemed like the reason she was struggling with this issue was precisely because she didn't want to find a boyfriend...
Shu Ran shook her head. Forget it; she would wait for her brother to come back and let him help persuade their mom. Even if he couldn't change her mom's firm belief in finding her a boyfriend, at least he could delay her efforts to set her up with Qin Xian.
"Well, let's do it this way."
It felt like a sudden decision had been made, and Shu Ran thought the stone that had been hanging in her heart finally dropped, bringing her a sense of relief.
She yawned as drowsiness washed over her.
Meanwhile, Zhou Jiajia, having just come up with an idea, was feeling quite pleased with herself, thinking how clever she was—she was practically a genius.
Just as she was basking in her self-satisfaction, a sinister voice came from behind her, asking, "Zhou Jiajia, where did you learn all this nonsense?"
Zhou Jiajia jumped in surprise, feeling goosebumps rise all over her body.
Turning around sheepishly, she discovered that Zheng Tong, who had just been in a meeting, had somehow already taken a seat behind her. His expression was stern and serious.
She forced a laugh, trying to lighten the mood.
"Answer me," he said bluntly.
Zhou Jiajia's expression instantly wilted. Pouting slightly, she spoke in a somewhat spoiled tone, "Oh, I was just helping Shu Ran solve a problem. I don't know what's going on with her lately; she's been bothered by Qin Xian. What kind of person is Qin Xian? And what kind of person is she? She's like a fragile and innocent little rabbit who would be completely devoured by the big bad wolf that is Qin Xian."
"So, as a righteous and kind woman like myself, seeing such a situation, I couldn't help but think of a solution for her," Zhou Jiajia said, her momentum building as her sense of justice surged.
"So you came up with this plan?" Zheng Tong raised an eyebrow and retorted.
"Yes, yes," Zhou Jiajia replied. In front of him, she always seemed particularly lacking in confidence.
"Hmph," Zheng Tong scoffed. "You should avoid associating with people like Cao Yun from now on. Do you understand?"
"And about Shu Ran's situation, you should just leave it alone."
Zhou Jiajia nodded at the first part but found herself confused by the latter statement.
"Why?" she blurted out.
Zheng Tong looked at her and only replied with eight words.
"It's about Qin Xian, it could be serious or trivial."
Based on the years of friendship between Zheng Tong and him, she understood that he would never waste time on irrelevant people.
Moreover, since adulthood, he had never indulged in romantic entanglements, let alone suddenly developed an interest in any girl.
Therefore, once he took action, it was definitely not without reason; he must have been fully prepared.
At this moment, anyone who dared to intervene would be seeking their own demise.
Through years of encounters, he had learned one thing: no matter what Qin Xian did, he would start off very patiently, leisurely playing a cat-and-mouse game with you. But when his patience ran out, you would see the true Qin Xian.
Bloody, ruthless, violent.
So, when facing him, there was no escaping.
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