Soone suddenly leaned in and asked her with a gossiping tone, "Xiangting, she has the sa last na as you, also a Ji. It seems she knows your younger uncle Teacher Ji too, soone saw them talking at the school gate the other day."
Many knew Ji Anning was part of the Ji Family, but no one knew her status within the family.
Outside, Ji Ruoqian and Ji Xiangting treated her as a stranger, terrified that others might discover their relationship.
It was only when she went out with Yang Yufang that Yang Yufang would proudly introduce her as her daughter-in-law.
And those she t just listened and paid it no mind, treating it as young love, inconsequential.
Ji Xiangting looked in Ji Anning’s direction for quite a while before she withdrew her gaze, turning to the girl beside her who had asked, "Yeah, she’s our family’s maid, sold to our house when she was little."
After saying this, she curved her lips, revealing a hint of scorn.
The brand-na jewelry on her, designer clothes, even her hair clip—all LV—every bit of her scread the traits of a pampered heiress.
In contrast, Ji Anning, sitting opposite in an ordinary T-shirt, clearly looked inferior.
If they were really from the sa family, their statuses spoke for themselves, no words needed.
So when the girls heard Ji Xiangting’s words, they didn’t doubt them at all, only surprised.
"Oh my gosh! She’s actually your family’s maid."
"She’s the new campus beauty of the Art Institute, just voted in."
"I really didn’t expect it, I thought she was at least from a high-class family, those boys are really blind."
Listening to everyone’s discussions about Ji Anning, tinged with a bit of mockery and disdain, Ji Xiangting was quite pleased and proud.
She had achieved the exact effect she wanted—to ensure Ji Anning could never shed her lowly status and hold her head high.
Then, with a face full of sympathy, she warned the girls next to her, "You guys shouldn’t spread this around. After all, she grew up with from a young age. If it gets out, she won’t be able to face anyone at school."
"Xiangting, you’re such a nice person."
Several girls surrounded Ji Xiangting, showering her with flattery.
No one dislikes being idolized and put on a pedestal, and Ji Xiangting held her head up high, projecting a superior air.
"Isn’t that Ji Xiangting?"
Yang Danning, who had been looking around, also spotted Ji Xiangting sitting at a diagonal position from them.
When she looked over, she happened to catch Ji Xiangting’s eyes moving away from their direction, then chatting and laughing with soone next to her.
Ji Anning looked up, following Yang Danning’s gaze casually.
Wherever the Ji family’s young miss went, she was always surrounded by a group of people, in both elentary and university—it was nothing new to her.
Ji Anning’s gaze didn’t linger on Ji Xiangting, she glanced briefly and returned to her mobile ga.
Yang Danning leaned in again, "It looks like they’re talking badly about you."
Ji Anning raised an eyebrow, amused, "You can tell all that?"
What kind of skill was that? A clairaudient ear?
"Just look, the way she was looking at you just now, that tail of hers almost flipped towards the sky. If that’s not badmouthing, what is it?" Yang Danning pointed in the direction of Ji Xiangting and her group, analyzing confidently.
Ji Anning laughed, covering her mouth with her small hand. Without sunlight, her smile was still so bright.
Quiet, clean, and a pleasure to behold.
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