67: Chapter 67 Accidentally Entering the Imperial Family: The True Noble Male Supporting Character 28

The noblewoman's posture was elegant, but her well-maintained face was covered in frost.

"Where have you been? Why are you back so late?"

Chu Yunting did not have a dormitory at university; he returned home every day and never came back late.

In reality, of the entire Chu Family, Meng Wanjun only cared about this son.

Many families in Baijin City knew full well that the Chu Family was actually quite wary of Meng Wanjun.

Because of Meng Wanjun, as long as the Chu Family didn't do anything excessively suicidal, they were almost naturally guaranteed long-lasting prosperity. However, the Chu Family had no great capabilities and were very petty.

They were unwilling to leverage Meng Wanjun's connections, fearing that one day the Chu Family would also bear the surname Meng.

One could only say this was worrying about groundless fears and troubling oneself unnecessarily.

This also caused the Chu Family to always remain in a mediocre position, treading water.

But Meng Wanjun couldn't be bothered to care; she only hoped that her son would achieve something and stand out in the future.

A marriage alliance with the An Family was exactly what she wanted.

Meng Wanjun was usually quite good to Chu Yunting.

But at this moment, her tone betrayed no emotion, yet carried an undeniable pressure.

"Mom, I'm a bit tired and want to go upstairs to rest."

Chu Yunting was in no mood to explain anything right now.

And he didn't want to deal with any interrogations.

"Stop right there!"

Meng Wanjun's voice suddenly turned stern.

"The housekeeper told me you've been investigating a female university student recently. What are you trying to do?"

"Mom, this is my business!"

"What do you mean, your business? If I don't intervene, who knows what you'll be up to, hanging out with some wild girl from the Qiao Family at school every day!"

"Putting aside the Qiao Family, I heard that girl grew up in the countryside. Tell me, what are you trying to do?"

Chu Yunting pursed his lips; he really wanted to say that she was different.

"Mom, I..."

"Shut up!"

Meng Wanjun's gaze was murderous, and Chu Yunting couldn't summon the slightest thought of resistance.

"I have already agreed with Uncle An that he will come to visit in a few days to discuss your engagement with An Qi. You are to put away all those messy thoughts."

"Engagement?"

Chu Yunting looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Meng Wanjun gave a soft huff.

"You and An Qi have known each other since you were children; you know each other well. The An Family and the Chu Family are also family friends. This marriage is good for both our families, and you have no say in the matter!"

Her tone was firm; it wasn't a discussion at all.

Chu Yunting clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms.

He wanted to retort loudly.

But as the words reached his lips, they turned into bitterness.

Qiao Chuxia was now like a stranger to him.

His mother would never agree, so what could he do?

He didn't even know where Qiao Chuxia was right now.

The depression and exhaustion of the past few days turned into a deep sense of powerlessness that overwhelmed him.

It was as if all his strength had been drained; his shoulders slumped, and he spat out a few words with difficulty:

"I understand... I will consider it."

This concession caused Meng Wanjun's tense expression to soften slightly.

Chu Yunting turned around and walked up the stairs like a walking corpse.

For the next half month, Chu Yunting quieted down for the time being.

Occasionally, when he saw Qiao Chuxia at school, he would only watch her from afar.

Because he had tried saying hello, only to be completely ignored by Qiao Chuxia.

When Qiao Chuxia looked at him now, there was no disgust, but also no emotional fluctuation.

On the contrary, Chu Yunting's gaze...

The bullet comments teased that he was more devoted than a dog.

But Meng Zhu thought nothing of it; he was not as brave or reckless as a dog.

In his view, Chu Yunting lacked the influence of Qiao Chuxia and was currently not mature or firm enough.

It would likely take some time before he began to erupt.

On the other side.

Recently, Qiao Chuxia was indeed so busy she couldn't spare a moment.

The number of times she went to school was also becoming fewer and fewer.

As the night deepened, the office of Canxing Jewelry was often brightly lit.

Lin Wei brought in a cup of tea, replacing the coffee on the desk.

"Sister Wei?"

Lin Wei smiled gently.

"President Qiao, try the tea. Coffee is not good for your health; Mr. Meng also drinks tea daily."

"Does Meng Zhu like drinking tea?"

Qiao Chuxia was a bit curious and even picked up the tea and took a sip.

"Yes. It was fine before, but recently, Mr. Meng has almost stopped drinking coffee."

Qiao Chuxia nodded, thinking she should study the tea ceremony herself.

Lin Wei glanced at Qiao Chuxia's computer and frowned slightly.

"President Qiao, forgive my bluntness, but you are working too hard lately. If this continues, your body won't be able to take it; there is no need to rush."

Qiao Chuxia rubbed her throbbing temples, looking at the dense schedule on her calendar and the mountain of files on her computer, feeling completely overwhelmed.

"It's fine, it will be better once this busy period passes."

"By the way, Sister Wei, I'm planning to stop attending classes at school. I'll just find time to self-study. If I have any questions, I'll ask you, is that okay?"

[She's really working hard. I heard ancient emperors died young just because they were reviewing memorials day and night.]

[I think it's because they had too many concubines. We can't even handle one wife; with so many, of course they'd die young!]

[It's alright. Working hard is normal. Who can succeed just like that?]

[In the original work, she was basically an absentee boss, and the male supporting character handled everything. Although it's tiring now, I think this is better.]

[One is in the office striving for the future, while the other is at school every day caught up in romance and feeling dejected. The gap between the male and female leads is getting wider and wider.]

[Honestly, this transitional plot is a bit boring; I don't want to watch Chu Yunting.]

[You guys are really too much. You don't even want to watch the male lead's scenes; the Heavenly Dao has it tough.]

[It's okay. Meng Zhu's screen time in this movie is already quite low, but have you guys noticed? It seems like his influence is everywhere.]

[Indeed. By the way, just now, why did Qiao Chuxia say she would ask Lin Wei if she had questions, instead of asking Meng Zhu?]

[Who knows? Maybe because Lin Wei is by her side every day, it's convenient?]

If Lin Wei could see the bullet comments, she would definitely respond calmly.

The answer was actually very simple.

Lin Wei pondered for a moment, then nodded and agreed to Qiao Chuxia's request.

Because she knew the reason Qiao Chuxia asked her instead of Meng Zhu.

Was because she didn't want Meng Zhu to see her current state of being exhausted like a dog.

But looking at the faint dark circles under Qiao Chuxia's eyes, Lin Wei shook her head slightly inwardly.

Naive girl, who do you think Mr. Meng is?

Not to mention power and the like; just based on his intelligence, it would be very difficult for you to hide anything from him.

But there is a saying, even a small fly is still meat.

She would not let go of this opportunity to perform in front of her boss; who knows, maybe there would be a bonus?

Thinking of this, Lin Wei secretly took out her phone and sent a location to Meng Zhu.

No need to say more; just a hint is enough.

"President Qiao, you've been working overtime for a week straight. Why not call it a day and continue working hard tomorrow?"

That was true.

Qiao Chuxia thought about it and ultimately did not refuse.

Lin Wei immediately smiled, and the two left work together.

Just as they were about to head out, her gaze fell on Qiao Chuxia, and a meaningful smile curled at the corners of her lips.

And so, the next day.

Qiao Chuxia stood at her doorstep, looking completely confused; when she turned back, she was met with Butler Wen Yi's apologetic smile.

"Butler Wen Yi, what is this?"

"Apologies, Miss. Driver Assistant Chen Yuan asked for leave last night; it was too late, so I didn't tell you."

Clutching a sliver of hope, Qiao Chuxia looked at Assistant Chen Yuan standing by the car, then tilted her head and moved inch by inch.

She carefully walked to the front of the car and, through the windshield, indeed saw the man sitting in the back seat.

She shivered all over instantly.