Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Translator: Yunyi

Song Jingwan was sure she would attract interest with just one look.

She was completely confident with her appearance and presence.

Buzz—

The vibration on her phone suddenly interrupted her thoughts. Song Jingwan pulled out her phone with a smile and explained gently, “Sorry, let me check my messages.”

“Oh…that’s fine. Go ahead!”

An Feiran waited obediently on the side. When he heard her, he quickly smiled and waved his hands.

He was already happy that Song Jingwan was willing to talk to him. As for anything else, he did not dare to dream about it.

He also knew that Song Jingwan liked Huo Ningxi; there were rumors that they were a couple.

Xu Yue: F*ck! Jingwan, did you see Kang Yuan next to the principal? I just heard that Director Kang has his eyes on Song Yaoyao and wants her to appear in his movie!

Xu Yue: Is Song Yaoyao worthy?

As she saw this message, Song Jingwan’s smile slowly faded, leaving a layer of coldness.

Song! Yao! Yao!

She concealed her hostility under her eyelashes.

Song Jingwan: That’s great! Did Yaoyao agree?

Xu Yue: The thing that angers me the most is this! That fake actually rejected him! Haha, did she even know who he was? Oh, she has no idea.

She rejected him?

Song Jingwan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She thought for a moment and finally made a decision.

“Jingwan, what’s wrong? Did something bad happen?” An Feiran sensitively noticed a change in Song Jingwan’s mood and asked anxiously, “If you need my help with something, just let me know. I will try my best—”

“How are you supposed to help?” Song Jingwan couldn’t hold back her laughter.

He was timid, his style was average, his results did not compare to Ningxi, and he made it into the class because of these results and not money.

How could he help when he had nothing to offer?

“I…”

An Feiran opened his mouth and muttered nonsensically, “I can. As long as you—”

“Forget it! Why am I even talking to you about this?”

Song Jingwan patted her forehead and forced a smile. “Sorry, classmate, I’m not in the mood to discuss questions now. Can we work on it next time? Also, sorry for just now, I was suddenly in a bad mood so my tone wasn’t too good. I hope you don’t mind…”

“It’s fine.”

An Feiran breathed out and quietly examined her expression. When he saw the sadness between her eyes, he couldn’t help but feel bad on the inside.

If only he could help. Too bad she didn’t require it…

“Then, I will return to my seat,” he tested quietly.

What else do you want? Song Jingwan thought. Was he planning to stay and take advantage of her?

Song Jingwan endured and nodded her head. “Yes, you go first,” she said coldly.

An Feiran took his textbook and left, glancing back every few steps.

If one observed him carefully, they would be able to see his concern. He wasn’t trying to take advantage of her like Song Jingwan thought.

Unfortunately, there were no ifs in this world, and Song Jingwan would never be interested in a poor boy.

She suddenly stood up, said something to her deskmate, and walked out.

An Feiran’s gaze followed her until she disappeared from his line of sight. He pressed his lips together and lowered his head sadly.

Huo Ningxi was leaning against the wall, playing with his phone at that moment. When he heard some movement, he lifted his head and took a quick glance. He saw that Song Jingwan’s seat was empty, but he didn’t think much of it as he placed his focus back on his game.