The Fake Heiress' Seven Brothers Pampers Her

Chapter 90: Isolated

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

His eyes were slits, barely open, as he smiled at He Jing. It gave He Jing goosebumps.

“Zhang Man may not have been entirely truthful. Still…” Such were the thoughts shared by the vast majority of the class.

Yan Hanxi was interested in He Jing.

Ever since He Jing’s personality flipped overnight, Yan Hanxi had been more diligent in his attendance. Why would a truant like him suddenly turn over a new leaf, willingly submitting his homework when asked?

Was this not the power of love?

It was obvious that although He Jing was not actually the daughter of the Cheng family, Yan Hanxi did not intend to renounce the engagement to his fiancée.

Yan Hanxi had already told her to get lost once, yet Cheng Yi seemed blatantly ignorant and self-absorbed.

As it said, one’s words would be nice when death was near. Zhang Man could not remain in Yin High School, so why should she keep Cheng Yi’s secrets? After saying what she wanted to say, she resigned herself to her fate, packing her things and preparing to leave the class for the last time.

Yan Hanxi approached He Jing and said, “You haven’t responded to my greeting. ”

He Jing did not even bat an eye, offering the most perfunctory salutations possible. “Morning.”

Yan Hanxi grinned boyishly. “I’m sorry if what I said offended you.”

He did not plan on giving up his current finacée, even though He Jing had fallen from grace, turning into a girl without any fortune.

He Jing cocked a brow. “What has that got to do with me? Why should I be offended?”

Yan Hanxi was speechless.

He Jing tapped her table with a rolled-up book. “Hurry up and hand in your homework.”

Yan Hanxi ogled He Jing, flabbergasted. “Fine.”

Meanwhile, in the Cheng family…

Cheng Yi lay on her bed, still brooding over the phone call she had just received. She felt a twitch in her eye and an inexplicable sense of unease. After stewing over the matter for an indeterminate amount of time, Cheng Yi gave in, drying her tears and putting on her makeup before calling her driver to send her to school.

As soon as she arrived, Cheng Yi stood at the center of several mixed gazes from all directions as if… As if she were being mocked for something she did not know! Cheng Yi’s heart skipped a beat.

Her unease swelled. Quickening her pace, she ate up the distance from the school gate to her classroom. All eyes turned to her in confusion when she slid the door open but just as quickly pretended to have not seen her from the way they averted their eyes.

Cheng Yi did not think of herself as paranoid, but even she could tell something was wrong. She could feel herself being isolated and ostracized by the rest. She hurried to Liu Sisi’s table and inquired, “What happened?”

Unexpectedly, Liu Sisi answered non-committedly without sparing her more than a glance, “Don’t ask me; I don’t know either.”

Cheng Yi’s anxiety peaked, but she was too distressed to know who to turn to.

Zhang Man was absent, and Liu Sisi gave her the cold shoulder. She had only been away for half a day, so how had things devolved to this extent?

Inspiration struck her in her hour of need. Wasn’t the school forums the best place to learn the latest gossip? Excusing herself, she arrived at her desk and summarily pulled up the latest news on the school forums.

Her name shone in bold, taking up much of the trending section. Words like “vicious” and “heartless” were repeated several times. Cheng Yi clicked on the most popular post, discovering what had transpired in her absence. It was too much. She collapsed in her heap, a doll with her strings cut in her chair.

How could this have happened?

She had only been upset and did not want to pick up Zhang Man’s call, so how had that spiraled out of control, developing in a direction she could not have predicted?

Just then, a classmate passed by, accidentally knocking over her pencil case. He immediately apologized.

“It’s okay. I’ll…” Cheng Yi quickly said.

Before she could finish, the student picked up her pencil case with a clean tissue before throwing it in the waste paper basket.

Cheng Yi’s words were stuck in her chest..