Chapter 977
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"Ke Ran, you've gone too far!" Su Qianxun was utterly disappointed. Her heart had turned completely black.
"How have I gone too far? Did I tell the truth? Don't tell me you don't know? The only reason you haven't been drowned in the netizens' spittle is because Long Sijue is a tough guy. You can ask anyone on the street now, and everyone will say that you're a mistress. "Ke Ran continued to attack her.
Su Qianxun trembled as she listened. She did not want to be affected by Ke Ran, but she really could not do it.
"What? Do you think that your status as a mistress is much higher than mine? How dare you look down on me? "Ke Ran's expression became hideous in Su Qianxun's eyes.
Su Qianxun did not want to explain to her anymore, because it was useless to talk to someone like her.
"Are you done?" Su Qianxun stared at her coldly.
"What do you want?" Ke Ran was only scared now. She was afraid that Su Qianxun would take revenge on her.
"Leave this place!" After Su Qianxun said that, she walked around her and quickly left the dormitory.
Only then did Ke Ran realize what she had done. But Su Qianxun was too much. How could she use her sore spot to mock her? Did she think that she was a good person?
Ke Ran did not regret what she said at all!
Actually, she had been holding these words in her heart for a long time. She had wanted to say them for a long time, and now that she had said them, she felt completely satisfied.
…..
After Su Qianxun left the dormitory, she was in a terrible mood. She knew that she should not be affected by bad people, because that was their goal, but she really could not help but be affected.
Even though her intention was extremely malicious, what she said was like a slap to her face, and it woke her up.
Long Sijue and Lan Qingcheng's engagement date was coming soon. Once they got engaged, even if she did not want to admit it, she could not change the fact that she had become a mistress.
Even if she was just a tool for giving birth, she had already become a unqualified tool for giving birth.
After Su Qianxun left the campus, she took a bus. Before she knew it, she had returned to her home.
…..
In the afternoon, when it was time to end school, Long Sijue asked where Su Qianxun was. The bodyguard said that she had gone home in the afternoon and had not come out since.
When Long Sijue heard that, he immediately made a call.
Su Qianxun only answered the phone after it rang for a while. She tried to make her voice sound normal. "Hello?"
"Why aren't you in class this afternoon?" Long Sijue sensed that something was wrong.
"I didn't go if I didn't want to. What's wrong?"
"…"
"I'll bring you home now," Long Sijue said as he stood up and walked out.
"Home? I'm already at home. Is this still my home? "Su Qianxun laughed self-deprecatingly. She did not know whether she was asking him or herself.
Long Sijue held his breath. He furrowed his eyebrows and said, "Wait for me."
Su Qianxun listened to the beeping tone on her cell phone and slowly put down her cell phone.
Su Jiye walked into her room and sat down opposite her. Su Qianxun stroked his head with a faint smile on her face. "Does our Jiye work very hard every day?" Su Qianxun asked.
Every time Su Qianxun doubted herself, doubted life, and even when she could not take it anymore, she would go home to visit her younger brother. That way, she would have the strength to continue moving forward.
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