The Fake Heiress’ Seven Brothers Pampers Her Chapter 91: Turtle Hair

Chapter 91: Turtle Hair
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Cheng Yi was furious.
Who did he think he was? Did he think she was some kind of virus? How could he insult her like this?
Why was she deliberately isolated from the rest? Was this some sort of ploy by He Jing?
The sound of laughter coming from her peers forced her back to reality. Cheng
Yi could not take it and left the school with her face covered.
It was all He Jing’s fault!
She wanted Mr. and Mrs. Cheng to teach He Jing a lesson and have her expelled from Yin High School.
As for He Ning…
No, He Ning and He Sui had already betrayed her. Only her third brother, He Zhou, would stand up for her!
He Jing was not privy to Cheng Yi’s thoughts as she continued reviewing her textbook, lost in thought. Cheng Yi had phoned in sick but still showed up, only to leave a while later. Did this count as skipping class? Forget it. He Ning would pull her up for tea and biscuits if she deducted points from Cheng Yi. The fewer troubles she had, the better…
Yan Hanxi took her moment of distraction to nudge her arm. “Miss Merit
Student, is the computer I lent you any good?”
There was nothing for He Jing to complain about, not to mention how Yan Hanxi had spent 70,000 yuan on it. She thanked him sincerely, “It’s great.
Thank you, Student Yan.”
Yan Hanxi smirked. “Student Yan is the nickname Cheng Yi gave me. I want something different.”
He Jing frowned. “How about Great God Yan?”
“I don’t believe in feudal superstitions,” said Yan Hanxi.
“Boss Yan?”
“I don’t mix with gangs,” Yan Hanxi said.
“Brother Xi?”
“I don’t like people calling me brother.” He Jing was speechless.
What was there to be picky about?
Was he a turtle?
Yan Hanxi wheeled her for another name.
He Jing held a momentary silence before spitting out three words, “Yan. Han.
What could be simpler than calling someone by their name?
Yan Hanxi smiled, clicking his ballpoint pen using the flat surface of his table.
He looked like a cat who caught the canary. He Jing felt helpless. Did Yan Hanxi have something wrong with him? Why did he have to behave so strangely? Yan Hanxi shot He Jing a half-smile. “Are you scolding me in your heart?”
He Jing was taken aback.
Could he read her thoughts?
Yan Hanxi set aside his pen and rubbed his forehead helplessly. “The scholarships will be awarded soon. Since I lent you my computer, treat me to a meal!”
He Jing eyed him suspiciously.
“Uh-huh, what do you think?” Yan Hanxi teased playfully.
An awkward frown worked its way onto He Jing’s face.
Yan Hanxi mulled over his options. He Jing was no longer the daughter of the Cheng family, and she was not as rich as she once was, so he had to do his best to help her save where he could.
“How about Australian lobster?” Yan Hanxi tried. He was already being conservative!
The temperature around He Jing plummeted. ‘
Yan Hanxi frowned and thought of something less expensive. . . Fillet steak?”
Do you want to bankrupt me?”
“Seafood sashimi?”
. Maybe. Unless you’re talking about imported sashimi from Japan. In which case, I might as well dig up a loach from the river for you to eat.”
“Turkish fried rice?”
. Is Turkish another name for your Godmother?”
Yan Hanxi was speechless.
What else could he eat?
Yan Hanxi had set the bar pretty low, so much so that he thought it non-existent.
“Why don’t you decide?” he relented after much deliberation.
He Jing seemed to have already thought it through and answered expressionlessly, “We’ll have hot and spicy soup.”
Yan Hanxi was speechless.
“The meat dishes can’t exceed three taels.”
Yan Hanxi was both angry and amused.
He was the tyrant of Yin High School and the young master of A City. He would lose face if others saw him eating such base cuisine.
He Jing’s chilly facade faltered. She stared at him for a good, long while before compromising. “You may have a few extra pieces of tripe.”
It was getting from bad to worse! Did he look like someone who would eat tripe?
In the end, Yan Hanxi declined He Jing’s invitation to have hot and spicy soup or whatever hotpot she could think of. A call from home saved him.
As he answered the call, he snuck a glance at He Jing. “Hot and spicy soup, or your version of Mala hotpot, isn’t sanitary,” Yan Hanxi began. “Let’s have dinner at my place instead..”