Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 375 - Chapter 375 What are you plotting_1

Chapter 375: What are you plotting?_1 Chapter 375: What are you plotting?_1 The group chat suddenly went silent.

Wa Qianqian touched her overheated phone, only just snapping out of it. She quickly turned around and hid in the shade of a nearby tree!

Her cheeks were even stinging a little, but thinking about exposing Song Tan’s true face made it seem worthwhile.

However, the next moment her phone blew up with several @ messages–

[@Qianqian, based on what you’re saying, not only is your boyfriend a scumbag, he’s also broke, comes from no background, isn’t handsome enough, and isn’t a top student… Well, never mind, maybe he has a sincere heart…]

[Well then, if you don’t even like him, what would Song Tan gain by seducing him?]

[You’re about to set up a stall at the market to sell watermelons, surely you don’t have the time for this kind of idle drama?]

That one comment cracked Wa Qianqian’s defense.

She remembered her argument with Xin Jun had been over the topic of donations and couldn’t contain her rage:

“There are some things I, as a girl, am embarrassed to say, like how some people, even though they’re loaded, just love to steal things. It’s the same principle.”

[I see.]

[You mean thrill-seeking, right? But isn’t that a game for the wealthy and idle?]

[Please, she’s out here selling watermelons in this scorching weather. Instead of wasting time on your boyfriend, she could have a cool drink, which sounds more fun, right?]

[@Qianqian, I think you might have mistaken. Does Song Tan actually have any contact with your boyfriend? If so, is it possible she’s just trying to promote goods for sale?]

[Exactly, Wa Qianqian, I think you’ve got it wrong–I’ve been sweet-talked by a young trainer at my regular gym who calls me ‘sister’ when asking me to get a membership. It’s honey-sweet! Even my husband’s jealous!]

Boy oh boy!

Each and every one of them!

Wa Qianqian was so angry she felt her blood rush to her head; she wished she could jump through her phone and have a fierce fight with these clueless old classmates!

Just then a breeze blew by, cooling her down a little.

Wa Qianqian realized that she couldn’t continue this subject–not because she wasn’t clever enough, but because these people’s heads weren’t quite right.

So she changed the topic: “About the class reunion I mentioned before, does everyone want to get together?”

“Let’s invite Song Tan over as well; if there is any issue, and if she needs help, you can ask her directly.”

Hmph, the two were already looking at furniture together, indisputable facts, no room for denial!

With this, everyone’s interest was piqued–

[Sure, we haven’t seen each other since graduation from high school, it’s been five or six years now. @Class President, are you free to organize it?]

[The class president is here! I just checked the class record that Song Tan wrote, hang on–]

[Why bother with a class record? @Qianqian, aren’t you close to her? Just ask in person.]

Wa Qianqian: …

Through the glass door, she saw Xin Jun paying at the cold drink shop, a smug smile playing at the corners of her mouth–

What’s an ex-boyfriend worth anyway?

A country bumpkin, bound to return to the village! Song Tan selling watermelons, him working in the fields, actually quite a match, no wonder they’re progressing so fast, already buying furniture…

Hiss! They didn’t possibly discuss the dowry on the way out, did they?

Her resentments ran deep, but recalling Xin Jun’s care and attention during their relationship, she couldn’t help but feel bitter and automatically flashed back to that saying–

[Class reunion, class reunion, breaking up a pair for each reunion]

Her lips curled into a smirk as she saw Xin Jun push open the glass door, so she also took big strides towards Song Tan’s direction.

…

Meanwhile, after a busy evening, not a single watermelon was left unsold in the back of the truck.

Song Tan, with her basin brimming, was leaning on the truck, waiting for Xin Jun to come back with an ice cream.

She caught sight of a figure, but suddenly there was Wa Qianqian at her side.

Wow!

How exciting!

Song Tan immediately regretted not saving a watermelon for herself. Why didn’t she?

Otherwise, she could be eating melon and watching the drama unfold at the same time–how fun that would be!

“Song Tan,” Wa Qianqian looked at her with a sly smile, “haven’t seen you in a while; why are you still scrabbling for a living in this market?”

“Sigh, look at you, so young. Wouldn’t doing just about anything be more promising than selling veggies?”

Song Tan couldn’t help but think to herself that Wa Qianqian was indeed just as she had imagined her to be: annoying and always looking to cause a stir.

What was that saying again? Something about three sentences being enough to max out the hatred meter?

Exactly!

Even the old lady who had just set up her stall to sell baked cakes was giving her looks!

So, she smiled humbly as well: “Who’s to blame but my lack of ability?”

“Ah, I do envy you, Qianqian,”

“Although my grades were better than yours and I had a higher education, here I am selling vegetables in the market, while you’re just wandering around in it–our situations have really turned upside down, completely different!”

Wa Qianqian: …

What’s going on? Why does that sentence sound so off to her? She felt like getting angry.

But she held back the words at her lips and just raised her chin:

“I’ll add you to our class group! The class monitor is organizing a reunion–”

In a feigned gesture of care, she said: “It will definitely be Dutch pay, but if you really don’t want to spend that money, I can–”

Before she could finish, she saw Song Tan nod: “I don’t want to. Are you going to cover for me? Can you also pay for the wages I’ll lose by attending the reunion?”

Such an outrageous request!

Wa Qianqian almost fainted from anger.

At that moment, Xin Jun happily came back, holding a bag of ice cream. She couldn’t help but let out a contemptuous chuckle and take on an arrogant air:

“Xin Jun, did you break up with me to be with her? Now the two of you are partners in the market, do you think it’s a good match?”

What’s what and what?

Xin Jun, just unwrapping a Genius Ice Cream, was stunned, but the priority remained the ice cream. “Quick, quick! The shop put several ice bags inside, we need to hurry back before it all melts.”

“Right, a hundred of them, 275 yuan in total. Remember to transfer it to me!”

Turning his head, he forgot what Wa Qianqian had just said, and then casually asked, “Wa Qianqian, do you want to buy a watermelon?”

Wa Qianqian: …Pah, what a jerk!

She held back her words, then glared at Song Tan:

“If you go to the reunion, I’ll personally buy 20 watermelons for everyone to enjoy!”

Song Tan: …

She couldn’t help but burst into laughter, then looked at Qianqian sincerely:

“Okay, I’ll go–Qianqian, you’re so good to me.”

Wa Qianqian: …!!!

She was about to explode with anger! Ah, how could someone be so shameless? Don’t they feel any embarrassment at all?

And that jerk! Not long after breaking up, he’s already seamlessly moving on to shopping for furniture–how infuriating, wuuu!

And just then, Song Tan handed over her QR code:

“Since you’re footing the bill, let’s calculate them all at five jin each, don’t worry, I’ll pick out the big ones for you–20 yuan per jin, 20 of them, that’s two thousand in total.”

She was still smiling: “Wa Qianqian, you’re so nice, you wouldn’t go back on your word, right?”