Chapter 730: 730 Well Done, Gu Qianxun (2)_1
But in reality, Eleven had only mentioned it once, and the two of them had never discussed any issues pertaining to Shang Jingyang.
Eleven didn’t quite understand what was going on with Fei’er all of a sudden.
"I know," Shang Jingyang nodded, "The little princess of the Ye Family."
They exchanged a few routine pleasantries, which sounded somewhat distant.
Song Xiuxia didn’t like to join in conversations, standing by with an aloof attitude.
"It’s alright, actually," Eleven withdrew her gaze, looking at the ground ahead, "I’ve been that way since childhood. I’ve gotten used to it. It doesn’t matter if I’m alone."
Shang Jingyang was tall, his hand easily laying on her head, "In the past, I hadn’t found you yet and couldn’t care for you. Now it’s different. Thousand, didn’t your brother tell you that you can tell me anything? Regardless of the matter, regardless of the request, brother will fulfill it for you."
Immediately, some people in the vicinity began discussing and speculating about their relationship. Some were even smitten by this affectionate gesture.
Usually, having a brother expressing such sentiments would warm anyone’s heart.
Eleven’s heart was warmed, but she always felt something was different. She didn’t want to nod her head.
Shang Jingyang read her thoughts, his eyes growing dim: "Thousand, it’s been over a decade since we last saw each other, have you grown distant from me? I miss those days, back when you would act spoilt, crying and laughing with me, but now..."
"Maybe," Eleven nodded, "Brother, I can’t go back to how I was before. A lot has changed. The people, the environment...I can’t go back to being the naive little girl you once protected. I’ve grown up."
"Yes," Shang Jingyang sighed, "My Thousand has indeed grown up. I only regret that I wasn’t there to see it happen."
As he said this, he pulled Eleven into his arms, "I’m sorry, Thousand, brother came too late. You’ve suffered so much..."
These words unexpectedly stabbed at Eleven’s heartstrings, wounding her deeply.
Eleven, wrapped in his arms, felt a sting in her nose, a wave of bitterness rising in her heart.
Shang Jingyang’s kindness to her was a double-edged sword. She had even thought that if he hadn’t been so kind to her, if he hadn’t fallen in love with her, would she have been spared being abandoned by her mother and the life of an orphan, enduring bullying, humiliation, and isolation?
Or perhaps, if her brother had found her earlier, would her life have been a little better?
Everything was going according to plan.
Both Ye Fei and Song Xiuxia, as representatives of the class of 2015, gave their respective three-minute speeches.
They both improvised, and Eleven had to admit, those with high IQs could do what they please. Their impromptu speeches ended flawlessly, without a hitch.
Owing to Shang Jingyang’s deliberate announcement on stage, all who attended the graduation ceremony learned of another secret regarding Fang Eleven — her real name was Shang Qianxun.
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During the free movement period, the graduates, wearing their academic gowns and mortarboards, took turns having their photos taken.
After taking a group photo with her classmates, Eleven found a corner to hide in, and made a video call to Gu Liancheng.
He had said that she could reach out to him at any time today, regardless of whether he was busy or not.
The video call was promptly answered. Eleven adjusted the camera so that he could see her cap, "Ta-da! Reporting to Mr. Gu, I’ve officially graduated! Fang Eleven, mission accomplished! Salute!"
"Well done Gu Qianxun," Gu Liancheng felt a sense of accomplishment as if his daughter had just grown up, "My ability to pick people is still as good as ever!"
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