Chapter 43: Once Again, It Has Nothing to Do with Him

“Tch, as if I’m scared of her.” Dan Chou Chou scoffed, completely dismissive. To deal with Xu Jia’er, she wouldn’t even need both hands.

“Chou Chou, I’m just saying—never mind that Jia’er’s family is influential, even President Yu Fan alone is someone no one dares cross.” Whether as class president or as a friend, Gu Panxi felt it was her duty to try and talk some sense into her.

“That’s right,” Qian Yinyin chimed in. “Of all people, don’t ever mess with President Yu Fan. I’ve seen him angry with my own eyes, and it was just…” At this point, she shuddered. “Forget it, let’s just put it this way—Yu Fan is both a god and a demon. You really don’t want to get on his bad side.”

Dan Chou Chou wanted to roll her eyes at them. They made it sound like some horror story—enough already!

At that moment, Gu Panxi turned to Qiao Xi and said, “Qiao Xi, with your relationship to the vice president… maybe you could ask him to talk to the president for you, see if he can let this matter drop.”

“Just do it quietly,” Qian Yinyin added. Otherwise, if Jia’er found out, things could get even messier.

Qiao Xi had been quietly eating, not particularly attentive, but she had heard every word of their conversation.

“I understand,” she replied, then added, “I’m full. I’ll be going now.”

“Wait for me, I’m almost done too!” Dan Chou Chou called after her, then began eating quickly.

“You take your time. I’m just going for a walk,” Qiao Xi said as she got up and left.

“Do you think she’s worried?” Qian Yinyin asked.

“Anyone would be, having gotten on the president’s bad side,” Gu Panxi replied.

Dan Chou Chou, busy shoveling food into her mouth, nearly choked when she heard them.

Qiao Xi, worried? Seriously, did she even have that capacity?

“Oh, I forgot to tell Qiao Xi about that,” Dan Chou Chou suddenly remembered, tossed aside her chopsticks, and hurried after her.

“Phone,” Yu Fan said, extending a hand toward Ji Niansheng.

Ji Niansheng stared intently at Yu Fan in front of him, his mouth twitching.

He’d thought the matter from that morning was just empty talk. Who could have guessed that at noon, Yu Fan would make a single call and the reply would be immediate execution. Now, the computer in his room would surely be taken away, his allowance was definitely gone, and now even his phone was about to be confiscated. Was he supposed to survive at all?

“No,” he said, clutching his phone tightly, though he knew he was no match for Yu Fan.

Yu Fan could fight, but unless it was necessary, he never got physical himself.

“Then you can hand it directly to my father,” Yu Fan said.

At that, Ji Niansheng instantly tossed the phone over as if it were a dangerous object.

Hehe. Xu Jia’er, sitting beside Ou Ya, giggled childishly.

Ji Niansheng shot her a glare, then gave Ou Ya, who seemed detached from the whole affair, a vicious look. “This is all your fault!”

“How can you blame Brother Ya? It’s not his business,” Xu Jia’er defended Ou Ya.

“He came up with the idea. If it’s not his fault, whose is it?”

“You should be grateful to Brother Ya. Otherwise, would you rather have your cousin come up with ideas himself?”

At the thought, Ji Niansheng shuddered from head to toe, his appetite completely gone.

“I’m done eating,” he said, tossing down his chopsticks and walking away.

Hehe. Xu Jia’er wore a mischievous smile. “Brother Niansheng’s biggest fear is Uncle, and the second is you, Cousin.”

Ou Ya had quietly eaten throughout, not joining in their “conversation.”

After finishing his meal, he stood up. “I’ll be going first.”

“Brother Ya, I’m full too. I’ll go with you!” Xu Jia’er immediately got up as well, slipping her arm through his.