I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 206 - 198: Slap

Chapter 206: Chapter 198: Slap

Old Wu’s habit of dragging out lessons did not apply to this group of parents; the parent-teacher meeting ended before the school bell rang.

Parents streamed out from both the front and back doors of the classroom, among which Wen Shiyi’s father was especially noticeable.

Following behind Huang Qianyu’s father, he nodded and bowed excessively, lowering his stance considerably, drawing many ambiguous glances from the surrounding parents.

Qingran glanced over at Wen Shiyi, who was standing not far from her. Wen Shiyi was also looking at her father, her expression calm throughout, seemingly used to her father’s behavior.

Mr. Li and Zhao Yan were the last ones left behind by Old Wu, probably because he had more to say to them.

Parents who left the classroom took their children and gradually dispersed.

Ruan Ruan walked with her mother and waved goodbye to Qingran.

Ruan Ruan’s mother knew Qingran and, with an arm around Ruan Ruan’s shoulders, she warmly invited Qingran to visit their home sometime.

Mr. Huang had just left the classroom when Wen Ren stopped him, gesticulating while talking excitedly to Mr. Huang, an inexplicable thrill on his face.

From a distance, it looked somewhat comical.

Xie Ying’an’s friends, Su Chen and Xu Liang, had left with their parents, leaving Xie Ying’an alone there.

After a while, Xie Ying’an looked towards Qingran, perhaps hesitant because there were still three girls around; he then strode over with long steps.

Then he stood beside Qingran, not saying a word.

Huang Qianyu, who had just seemed a bit agitated, seemed less so upon seeing Xie Ying’an approach, now instead gently twirling a few decorative ribbons on her clothes with her fingers.

The thoughts of a young girl were almost visible on her face.

Qingran glanced sideways at Xie Ying’an beside her, who was looking through the glass into the classroom.

Inside the classroom, Old Wu, Mr. Li, and Zhao Yan were sitting face to face, their expressions somber, their topic of conversation unknown.

Perhaps noticing Qingran’s gaze, Xie Ying’an turned back to look at her and asked softly, "What’s wrong?"

Qingran discreetly pointed towards the direction of the classroom’s front door.

At the front door, Wen Ren was still catching Mr. Huang’s ear; Mr. Huang, facing them and entangled by Wen Ren, displayed an increasingly impatient expression.

Though not too distanced, one could faintly hear Wen Ren repeatedly calling him "President Huang, President Huang."

A few remaining students outside the classroom were all watching Wen Ren and Mr. Huang.

Xie Ying’an seemed uninterested in that situation, only glancing briefly before dispassionately looking away.

Not only did he look away, but he also prevented Qingran from watching.

Xie Ying’an gently turned Qingran’s head towards him and spoke softly, "What’s so interesting about them?"

Qingran was stunned; they weren’t particularly interesting, but there was nothing else to do at the moment, and Old Wu in the classroom might still be talking for a while; she thought she might as well enjoy the spectacle.

"Just, just casually watching." Qingran, whose head had been turned by Xie Ying’an, didn’t look that way anymore.

The two were very close. Xie Ying’an seemed pleased, subtly taking hold of Qingran’s hand that hung by her side.

In front of Huang Qianyu and Wen Shiyi, Qingran hadn’t expected Xie Ying’an to be so bold; she widened her eyes slightly.

She tried to pull her hand away a bit, but Xie Ying’an’s grip was too tight; she couldn’t break free.

Wen Shiyi and Huang Qianyu were still looking in their fathers’ direction and hadn’t noticed Xie Ying’an’s subtle movements.

Xie Ying’an has always been bold. Leaning against the handrail behind him, he tilted his head towards Qingran and said, "Don’t look at them, look at me. I am better looking than they are."

His voice was slightly husky, and his gentle tone carried a hint of playfulness.

Qingran: "..."

Damn! Can’t take it anymore.

Logically speaking, spring is the mating season, but how does Xie Ying’an manage to be in heat regardless of the occasion or location, anytime, anywhere?

Wen Shiyi, who had been looking towards Wen Ren, suddenly turned her head. She glanced over towards Qingran and then froze.

The tall and thin young man was wearing a white T-shirt that made his already fair complexion look exceptionally pure. He was leaning against the wall, his head slightly tilted, close to Qingran’s.

The girl had her hair tied up in a bun. In just a short half-year, she had grown increasingly graceful. At this moment, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, showing a hint of annoyance and perhaps an unsuspected pleasure that she herself might not even realize.

Looking at them like this, they oddly seemed to match.

Wen Shiyi shook her head to dispel the absurd thoughts from her mind, but the young man’s usually indifferent dark eyes indeed bore a satisfied smile at this moment, and looking further down, their hands were locked tightly together behind their backs...

For a moment, Wen Shiyi’s face turned extremely pale as if something was slipping further from her understanding.

The insensitive Huang Qianyu always felt that Xie Ying’an might be watching her, so she was too shy to look his way.

Sometimes, those who have unrequited love, whether boys or girls, have an 80% illusion in their heart—I secretly love that "he (she)" might also be secretly in love with me.

Unfortunately, Huang Qianyu was one of those 80%.

Mr. Huang, finally losing his patience let go of Wen Ren and walked toward them with ’heavy’ steps, his voice arrived before he did: "Qianyu, where do you want to eat dinner? Daddy will take you there now."

Wen Ren, who was catching up from behind, shamelessly praised: "Ah! President Huang, this beautiful little lady is your daughter?"

Huang Qianyu has always been Mr. Huang’s pride. Hearing this, he lifted his chin slightly arrogantly and nodded to Wen Ren: "Yes, my daughter."

Wen Ren smiled, revealing his yellow teeth. He grabbed Wen Shiyi, who was standing with her head bowed, and pointed at her: "President Huang, this is my daughter, Shiyi, this is your Uncle Huang!"

Wen Shiyi obediently greeted, "Hello, Uncle Huang!"

She kept her head bowed the whole time.

Mr. Huang, while treating his own daughter well, did not necessarily have a much better attitude towards others’ daughters. He responded with a faint "Hmm" and then shifted his gaze to Qingran and Xie Ying’an.

Regarding Li Qingran and Xie Ying’an, the busy Mr. Huang actually had a deep impression; after all, it’s tough to forget someone who dared to argue and fight with his daughter.

Mr. Huang still maintained his superior attitude and asked Qingran and Xie Ying’an: "Are you two the top students of this class?"

Xie Ying’an glanced at him, showing no intent to entertain his question.

Even though noting that previous fight with Huang Qianyu didn’t result in severe consequences for them, Qingran just indifferently responded with a "Hmm".

Being ignored by these youngsters made Mr. Huang’s face turn ugly, and he snorted coldly at Xie Ying’an: "Young man, don’t be too arrogant!"

Huang Qianyu, tugging at Mr. Huang’s arm, kept trying to stop him from speaking. Seeing there was no way out, she quickly changed the subject—

"Dad, that girl is the one I told you about, the one who always argues and trouble-seeking with me. I’m so annoyed by her."

Huang Qianyu’s finger was pointing directly at Wen Shiyi.

Before Wen Shiyi could speak up, hearing Huang Qianyu’s words, an angry Wen Ren marched over.

"Slap!"

Before so many people, he suddenly slapped Wen Shiyi on the face with such force that her face turned to the side.

Wen Ren pointed at Wen Shiyi, still cursing: "Dare to mess with President Huang’s daughter? Don’t you even look at what you are?"

Wen Shiyi, covering her face, looked at Wen Ren with hatred. Her eyes held back tears, but still, two large ones rolled down.

Forget it, Wen Shiyi thought as she glared at Wen Ren, endure one last year. With her current ability, leaving the Wen Family, she couldn’t guarantee surviving. Even if she did survive, she definitely wouldn’t be able to study anymore.

Endure, a knife rests above the word endure.

But she must endure.