After the Marriage Cancellation, She Becomes a True Ancestor

Chapter 79: My First Cup of Milk Tea this Autumn

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Bo Yunli threw his phone aside, took off his glasses, and gently pressed his slender fingers between his eyebrows.

He couldn’t find an outlet to vent the inexplicable irritation in his heart.

He thought about it. Su Ye wasn’t to blame for this little secret, and of course, he wasn’t to blame either.

After all, he only went along with it.

After thinking about it, he could only blame... Lu Wenbin.

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The next morning, Su Jinyang checked his email and saw that Nan Bowan had sent him the next phase of the target plan at 4:50 AM.

He thought that Mr. Nan would send him an email at midnight every time. He was probably abroad.

Today was Friday. When Su Ye washed up, she looked at herself in the mirror. There was a faint layer of purple under her eyes.

It was rare for her to wake up late, but she did not miss school. She just did not have time to have a good breakfast.

She took out the last pack of sandwiches and a bottle of milk from the fridge.

When she took it out, she realized that the sandwich pack had Dija Altman printed on it.

That was Su Xing’s idol.

Su Ye curled her lips. She did not know how her task before bed last night was going.

She held the milk and sandwich pack with one hand and pushed open Su Xing’s room door with the other.

He wasn’t awake yet.

The little guy was fast asleep.

However, the dark circles under his eyes that looked exactly like hers were very obvious. He too, seemed to have been up late.

His room was very clean, and the small bookshelf beside the bed was very well-organized according to the size and type of book.

Su Ye scanned the comic section and was slightly stunned.

“The world champion: Huo Jinliang.” Caught her eye and on the cover was a shirtless, muscular man with a line of small words on the title page.

This comic was based on the life of the legendary hero of China, Huo Jinliang.

Su Ye raised her eyebrows and casually let out a ‘whoa’ before casually stuffing the comic into her bag.

It was a good way to pass the time.

Before she left, she glanced at the Dija Altman sandwich pack in her hand and placed it by Su Xing’s bed.

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In Grade 12 Class 1, Rong Ruo had arrived early. Yesterday, Su Ye’s grandmother had personally come to the Rong residence to comfort her at night.

She did not care about her own granddaughter, Su Ye, and was biased towards her. Thinking about her expression at that time, Rong Ruo’s heart was filled with excitement.

Moreover, she had even told Qi Yu about what happened that day. She had added a little more fuel to the fire, and Qi Yu was already extremely angry. He had said that he wanted to talk to Su Ye as well.

Rong Ruo snorted coldly, “Su Ye, do you think you’re great? Let’s see who will have the last laugh!”

A burst of laughter could be heard from the corridor. Wang Dongqing carried a cup of milk tea and entered the classroom with two or three boys, chatting and laughing.

Every time he entered the classroom, he would unconsciously glance at Rong Ruo’s direction. It was a habit, and today was no exception. However, he only looked at her indifferently before moving away.

Just as he was about to return to his seat, Rong Ruo stood up to welcome him.

The surrounding boys immediately started to jeer.

“Rong Ruo, you’re here to look for the class monitor again, right?”

“He is so lucky.”

“Let’s get these third-wheeling students out of here.”

Rong Ruo put her hands behind her back and said shyly, “Don’t talk nonsense.”

Wang Dongqing glanced at the boys and said coldly, “Shut up.”

The crowd dispersed. Rong Ruo looked up at Wang Dongqing and saw that his face was a little cold, as if he still cared about yesterday’s matter. But it didn’t matter. Rong Ruo was very confident that he wouldn’t really get angry. The milk tea in his hand was proof.

Rong Ruo reached out to take the milk tea. “Thank you. This is my first cup of milk tea this autumn.”

Wang Dongqing’s expression was a little difficult to explain. His fingers paused slightly before letting Rong Ruo take the milk tea away.

Returning to his seat, his desk mate grabbed Wang Dongqing’s arm and whispered, “Yo, didn’t you buy that milk tea for yourself?”