11: Chapter 11 Zhao Qingyan's Frustration

Shen Weiyue walked forward calmly.

He didn't need to turn around to feel that Zhao Qingyan's gaze was like a knife stabbing into his back, wishing she could stab him to death.

What could Director Shen do?

It just so happened that while out shopping, he caught a glimpse of the School Beauty's other side, along with that rounded, taut, and beautiful figure.

Given Nickname's temper, it would be strange if she didn't freak out.

But he had seen it, so he had seen it. If her mom could look, why couldn't he?

Director Shen thought with total indifference.

Besides, this female top student relied on her high IQ to call him a Stupid Donkey. A scholar can be killed but not humiliated; he decided to call her Fox from now on.

Zhao the Fox.

...

"Mom, it's all your fault. I told you not to let me try on these kinds of pants, but you insisted. Now someone saw me, how annoying."

Inside the clothing store, Zhao Qingyan complained to her mother, feeling both shy and angry, her resentment quite strong.

Lu Chunyue was not angry at all; on the contrary, she was very happy.

She had forgotten how long it had been—perhaps since middle school—that she had last seen this kind of emotion in her daughter.

Over the years, Zhao Qingyan had been invincible in her studies and well-cared for in her life; her life had been so smooth that she hadn't even frowned, and she increasingly felt detached from worldly affairs.

Sometimes she could hold a profound book all day, reading until she lost track of time, ignoring everything around her.

Among the thousands of girls her age in the world, which one didn't like pretty dresses and bags, or various colorful plush toys?

And then there was roller skating, putting on makeup, watching Qiong Yao dramas...

Zhao Qingyan had absolutely no interest in so many fun things.

She had almost no close friends, didn't like to take the initiative to communicate with others, and had to be dragged out by her mother every time she left the house.

Lu Chunyue often expressed her worries to Principal Zhao Weiming, saying that her daughter developing this way wasn't a good thing. After all, humans are social animals; how could one live in seclusion?

She was very worried that if she stayed cooped up like this, something would go wrong.

Principal Zhao Weiming also agreed, so when Han Changming suggested arranging a desk mate for Zhao Qingyan, even if it was a boy, he didn't object at all.

His daughter had already been recommended for admission to a top university, so who cares about the College Entrance Exam? They needed to pay more attention to her physical and mental health!

This was a consensus the couple had reached tacitly.

At this moment.

Seeing Zhao Qingyan's shy and angry appearance, Lu Chunyue couldn't be happier and comforted her:

"So what if he saw? It's not like you can't be seen by people; it's no big deal. Baby, you won't have school uniforms when you go to university later; you'll have to wear the clothes that everyone else wears."

"But I haven't gone to university yet. And I don't like wearing clothes that show off my figure like this. Just now, Shen the Donkey's eyes went wide, and I felt like he was laughing at me."

"Don't give people Nicknames so casually. Calling someone a Stupid Donkey is very hurtful to their self-esteem."

"Didn't he give me the Nickname Fox in return? Mom, you don't know, Shen Weiyue has very thick skin and a very sharp tongue."

Zhao Qingyan was unhappy and still felt uncomfortable. She felt very uneasy about the places Shen Weiyue had looked at, so without a word, she went to change out of the skinny jeans.

She threw the pants aside and said coldly, "I don't want these pants."

"Alright, alright, whatever you say. If you don't want them, you don't want them. Let's pick something else, go pick some more."

Lu Chunyue pushed her to continue shopping for other clothes, then took the opportunity while she was trying them on to have the salesperson secretly pack up those pants.

No one knows a daughter better than her mother.

If Zhao Qingyan hadn't liked these pants at all, she wouldn't have agreed to try them on in the first place. She couldn't just snuff out this rare interest just because a male classmate had accidentally seen her.

She actually hoped that in these remaining less than 100 days, the appearance of this 'Stupid Donkey' desk mate would allow Zhao Qingyan to be a bit more grounded.

Furthermore, her daughter was so beautiful; if she as a mother didn't dress her up beautifully, she would always feel the regret of having wealth without returning home, like wearing fine silk in the dark.

Lu Chunyue was greedy.

She not only wanted to hear people say, 'Wow, you must be Zhao Qingyan's mother, your daughter is so amazing, her grades are so good,' such praise full of admiration.

She also wanted to hear people say, 'Your daughter is so beautiful,' 'Your daughter is so pretty,' 'What kind of mother could give birth to such a beautiful daughter,' and other such vulgar but very satisfying compliments.

This mother just wanted to show off, to show off her precious daughter.

Sure enough, what she thought of came to pass.

When Zhao Qingyan came out wearing a dress, all the sales clerks' eyes lit up, and they couldn't help but praise:

"Oh my god, so beautiful, how could she be born so pretty?"

"No, no, my daughter is just an average person, just a tiny bit prettier than normal people."

Lu Chunyue's face smiled like a chrysanthemum, and she started the vulgar pleasantries she was familiar with.

Just because of this, her mood was even better, and her mouth hadn't closed once.

Zhao Qingyan looked at her mother speechlessly, unable to help but recall the profound topic she had once asked her: "In the end, is wisdom more important, or is beauty more important?"

At that time, Lu Chunyue answered without hesitation: "Can't beauty and wisdom coexist? Why must you rank them one, two, three?"

Zhao Qingyan felt that if her mother had her IQ, combined with this still-charming appearance, her eyes would have flown to the sky long ago.

Her father, a small principal, certainly wouldn't have caught her eye.

Tch, and she still has the nerve to say I have my nose in the air.

Zhao Qingyan watched Lu Chunyue express modesty with ease and said speechlessly:

"Mom, stop with the commercial mutual flattery here. This dress is a bit short, it's above my knees, I don't want it."

"What, this is called short? This dress is very plain and elegant, it's the type you like, and it makes your skin look fair when you wear it. Look, you're glowing."

"No, I'm not a Bodhisattva, why would I glow? I'm going to buy athletic pants."

"..."

When her daughter turned around, the salesperson asked with her eyes if the dress should be handled the same way as the jeans just now.

Lu Chunyue nodded without hesitation, exchanging glances with the salesperson behind her daughter's back.

Thus, the mother and daughter shopped with such divided hearts, and when they left, they were carrying a huge pile of bags.

Zhao Qingyan was confused and asked: "I only bought two pieces of clothing, why are there so many bags? And they're sealed up tight..."

"They're mine. Can't I buy things? They're all sexy clothes for mature women inside, so of course they have to be sealed." Lu Chunyue explained without blinking.

"Really?"

"You don't believe me? If you don't believe me, look for yourself. See if there are any stockings or lingerie you like. If there are, just take them, don't stand on ceremony with Mom."

"Ah, no, no, I don't want them, just thinking about it gives me a headache."

Zhao Qingyan pushed the bags away in disgust.

The mother's simple move of retreating to advance had arranged everything for her in minutes; the main theme was total control.

It seems that no matter how smart a fox is, it can't outplay an old ginger that has become a spirit.

Lu Chunyue laughed out loud.

Back home, she took the skinny jeans, dresses, denim hot pants, etc., that she had bought for Zhao Qingyan, and hid them all in the wardrobe.

Next time she sent her daughter to report to Qingbei University, she would bring them along for her.

After starting university, she would truly be an adult.