Chapter 289: Chapter 289

Liu Qingfeng wants to invite her to dinner?

What are this couple scheming?

Punch with one hand and offer a sweet date with the other?

After they agreed on the time, Shen You’an pushed the matter to the back of her mind.

For the past two days, Gao Yuyue had been tirelessly picking Shen You’an up and dropping her off at school. Shen You’an felt that ensuring her safety was secondary—this girl definitely had her own motives.

"An’an, your aunt’s osmanthus cake is so delicious, and the soy milk is fragrant too."

Gao Yuyue typically didn’t have breakfast, but the breakfast Shen You’an brought her was somehow magical—she ate every bit of it. It tasted so much better than what the family chefs made. The flavor was unforgettable, though Gao Yuyue couldn’t quite put it into words; she just liked it.

"Can I come by your house for dinner tonight?"

Shen You’an shook her head, plugged in her headphones, and started her unwavering English broadcast routine.

"Things have been unsettled lately. Head home early tonight; don’t let your mom worry about you."

Gao Yuyue pouted. "You’re so stingy. What’s so unsettled? In broad daylight, who would dare try to kidnap me?"

Shen You’an didn’t bother paying her any attention.

As soon as she got out of the car at the school gate, someone behind her called out, "Shen, good morning." Thɪs chapter is updated by ɴovelfire.net

Shen You’an turned around. The boy had a bag slung over one shoulder and a roguish grin on his face, his flirtatious almond-shaped eyes brimming with springtime allure.

Gao Yuyue instantly stepped in front of Shen You’an like a protective mother hen, glaring at Leng Yunyang with suspicion.

Leng Yunyang grinned and said, "Midterms are coming up. Does the promise we made still stand?"

Gao Yuyue appeared confused.

Shen You’an raised an eyebrow. "Of course it still stands."

Leng Yunyang whistled playfully and walked past the school gates under the admiring gaze of a circle of girls.

Only then did Gao Yuyue recall he was referring to the bet he made with Shen You’an during the last month’s exams.

She spat furiously and cursed, "Still scheming, huh? Dream on."

Shen You’an’s lips curled into a smile.

"And you can still smile. Do you have confidence for this midterm? Just don’t let that dog get his way."

Although she trusted Shen You’an’s abilities, she also knew Leng Yunyang couldn’t be underestimated.

"Don’t worry." Shen You’an smiled, brimming with confidence.

From a distance, Gao Yuyue spotted Liu Runxi’s figure and quickly pulled Shen You’an through the school gates.

By mid-November, Lanya High School welcomed its midterm examinations.

During the last subject, Shen You’an turned in her paper ahead of time. This made Leng Yunyang, seated two seats behind her, narrow his eyes.

The other students couldn’t help but speed up their writing.

Shen You’an was like an insurmountable mountain standing before them—no matter how hard they tried, it was impossible to climb over.

As Shen You’an packed her stationery, she glanced quietly at Liu Runxi seated behind her.

Ever since the incident in the auditorium, Liu Runxi had grown increasingly silent.

He hadn’t said a single word to Shen You’an since then, enveloped in an aura of aloofness that made him hard to approach.

When the boy felt her gaze land on him, his grip on the pen tightened, but he didn’t look up.

At the school gate, the driver respectfully opened the car door.

"Miss Shen, please get in."

Shen You’an stepped inside.

The driver started the car slowly and left Lanya High School.

In a private room on the second floor of a Hunan cuisine restaurant, Liu Qingfeng was drinking one cup of tea after another. On the tablet before him was the full profile of a young girl.

Unable to hold back his admiration, Liu Qingfeng sighed, saying this child was truly outstanding.

Xixi had been a prodigy since childhood. Back then, several experts warned that it might not be a good thing for him. Though he overcame autism, genetic analysis showed a significantly heightened risk of developing schizophrenia.

Perhaps a small stimulus in life could trigger it.

These past years, he’d been too preoccupied with his career to pay much attention to Xixi, while Helian Yu’s controlling nature had pushed their child to the brink.

From a young age, this child had been indifferent to everything—no preferences, no hobbies, and certainly no friends. Lonely to the point it pained him.

Now that his child finally had someone he liked, how could Liu Qingfeng bear to let class-based prejudice force him to give up?

More importantly, this girl was unparalleled in excellence.

Xixi was remarkably intelligent, but this girl had consistently overshadowed him over the years—her mind must be utterly brilliant.

Yet Helian Yu remained short-sighted and created unnecessary obstacles.

What difference did a wealthy background or humble origins make? Even the Yu family, the current number-one clan, wasn’t well off generations ago—they were worse than humble.

Are kings and nobles born into greatness?

Helian Yu simply loved overthinking trivial matters.

He didn’t need his son’s marriage to serve as a business advantage—that would be a failure on his part as a father.

All he wanted was for his son to find happiness, to spend his life peacefully with the girl he cherished. For this, Liu Qingfeng would go to any lengths.

Nothing mattered more than Xixi’s happiness.

As he mulled over these thoughts, the door to the private room opened.

Liu Qingfeng instinctively looked up.

When the girl’s face gradually came into focus through the haze, Liu Qingfeng loosened his grip on the teacup in his hand.

"Clatter." The porcelain cup fell to the ground, rolling towards the girl’s feet.