She reached out to the girl, "Give your pen."
The girl handed over her pen as instructed.
Wen Qiao took it, removed the cap, and flamboyantly signed her na on the scarf, then handed both the scarf and pen back to the girl, "Here’s the signature you wanted."
Jiang Yao watched as Wen Qiao, without even blinking, gave away the scarf she had bought for twenty thousand yuan and had only worn twice. Her temples throbbed harshly, and she continued what Xiao Chu had just said, "It is quite intimidating, after all, you can hardly find a few fools who throw money around like her in a crowd."
Shock was evident in the girl’s eyes. She looked at Wen Qiao in awe and stamred, "This... you... I..."
The girl was too excited to know what to say.
Wen Qiao stuffed the scarf into her arms, "It’s a gift for you. I didn’t have any paper to write on, so we’ll just make do with this."
"I, I have so," the girl hurriedly rummaged through her backpack and produced her notebook.
Wen Qiao felt a surge of irritation upon seeing the notebook, marveling at her thought process of asking for an autograph in a notebook filled with mathematical concepts.
"Put that book away and don’t take it out to annoy again," Wen Qiao covered her eyes and raised her palm to stop the girl from handing over the notebook, "How dare you, skipping class is bad enough, and now you’re asking for an autograph in a math notebook."
The girl scratched her head and replied softly, "I was in a hurry coming out. I was doing my math howork and just grabbed it."
"..."
The car stopped outside the girl’s school just as they were being dismissed for lunch. Students in uniforms stread out of the classrooms in groups, youthfully vibrant and splendid.
Wen Qiao instructed the girl, "Study hard, you hear? Otherwise, I will permanently block you on Weibo."
Just a few minutes ago, Wen Qiao had learned the girl’s Weibo ID. Due to her status, it wasn’t suitable for Wen Qiao to follow her back, but she would pay more attention to her private ssages in the future.
The girl nodded, shouldered her backpack, and got out of the car. To avoid drawing attention to Wen Qiao and causing a commotion, she quickly closed the car door and stood waving.
With the privacy film on the car’s nanny window, no one outside could see inside. Wen Qiao lowered the window slightly, showing just her hand, and waved, signaling the girl to hurry back.
As the girl entered the school, Wen Qiao asked the driver to set off.
After a short distance, Wen Qiao rembered she hadn’t yet ssaged Fu Jinghen to let him know she was safe. She quickly pulled out her phone, turned off airplane mode, and activated the network.
Her phone dinged with a barrage of notifications one after another, ssages flooding in all at once.
There was a brief lag on Wen Qiao’s phone as she clicked into WeChat and opened the top conversation in the list.
"Qiaoqiao’s not full: I’ve arrived in Hai City. Escorted a little fan on the way and got delayed, forgot to check my phone."
The reply ca instantly.
"Fu Jinghen: Yeah, I know."
He knew?
How did he know?
Before she could ask, Xiao Chu’s exclamation ca from behind her first.
"Whoa, Qiaoqiao, you’re trending again!" Xiao Chu read aloud from the Weibo trending list, "Wen Qiao personally escorts high school fan back to school, the heat keeps rising, it’s now climbed to fifth on the trending list."
"Really? Let see."
Jiang Yao leaned over, scrutinizing the article posted by the marketing account and parsing every word, fearing any negative implications for Wen Qiao might surface.
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