Chapter 127: Could It Be That You’ve Fallen for Her?

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Shen Chutang hadn’t expected Lu Beiqin to say those things; it seemed this taciturn man wasn’t so silent after all.

“Thank you! You look handsome today too!”

Lu Beiqin glanced at her, his dark eyes deep with meaning.

At that moment, Lu Beiqin’s phone rang, and he stepped aside to answer it. Shen Chutang returned to her room.

“Did you send them off?”

“Mm.”

On the other end of the line, Shi Shaoxun’s voice carried a hint of amusement. “I just checked the surveillance footage. It turns out that Shen Tingting and Bai Yajing fell into the water because of that eldest Miss Shen. What’s more, both of them reeked terribly, and even the security guard who touched their skin got the stench on his hands. After a thorough analysis, we found traces of herbs on them—probably thanks to the eldest Miss Shen again. Lu Beiqin, this Miss Shen is no ordinary person.”

Lu Beiqin glanced once toward Shen Chutang’s room before returning to his own. “She’s formidable.”

“Wow, Beiqin, are you seriously falling for her?”

Lu Beiqin’s voice was cool and sharp. “Is that a problem?”

“Of course not! Brother, I’m all for it—your thousand-year iron tree has finally blossomed, and naturally, I’m happy!” Shi Shaoxun’s tone was playful and full of gossip. “But I don’t get why you invited Shen Xuejun. If it weren’t for Shen Tingting and the others, I bet the eldest Miss Shen would’ve had a better time.”

“I want Shen Xuejun to know that Shen Chutang is under my protection. If anyone tries to make things difficult for her in the future, they should think twice. Besides, if I invited only Shen Chutang, she might not have come and could become suspicious. The Shen family has always treated her harshly, never showing her any affection. It’s time I taught them a lesson.”

They had essentially offended Lu Beiqin tonight, and with so many witnesses present, many would fear the repercussions and keep their distance from the Shen family.

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This was merely Lu Beiqin’s subtle way of punishing them.

Shi Shaoxun nodded. “Exactly. Those who dare cross you will suffer for it.”

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The next morning, Shen Chutang got up early, though Lu Beiqin was even earlier. He had obviously just returned from a run, sweat still clinging lightly to his skin. The fridge was nearly empty, so he had gone out to buy breakfast—everything Shen Chutang liked.

He placed the food on the dining table. “You eat first; I’ll go shower.”

Shen Chutang nodded and opened the bag. Inside were crab roe soup dumplings, tea eggs, and soy milk. She hadn’t expected him to go out specifically for those dumplings.

If she remembered correctly, that shop was quite far away. Could Lu Beiqin have lined up early in the morning just to get them?

She was about to ask when Lu Beiqin returned to the room.

When he emerged again, he was wrapped only in a bath towel, revealing his sculpted upper body. Water droplets traced the contours of his muscles, gliding over his well-defined abs and the enticing V-line that disappeared tantalizingly below.

Lu Beiqin was the perfect walking clothes hanger—slim in clothes, muscular when bare, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, and long-legged. It was a shame for him to work as an unremarkable taxi driver instead of a model.

Suddenly, Lu Beiqin lifted his gaze and met Shen Chutang’s eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Only then did Shen Chutang realize she had been staring too long, quickly looking away with a faint flush. “Nothing.”

After breakfast, Lu Beiqin left for work. Shen Chutang’s first class wasn’t until later, so she wasn’t in a hurry.

Once he had gone, Shen Chutang noticed a message from Shi Hanchan on her phone.

It was a photo of her in last night’s gown. Not bad—the little girl’s photography skills were quite good.

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[Thank you.]

[You’re welcome. It was nothing!]

However, Shi Hanchan’s “nothing” wasn’t just about taking the photo; after sending it to Lu Beiqin, she had forwarded it to Shen Chutang as well.

Shen Chutang headed to school unhurriedly and glanced at Class Z. Everyone was buried in their studies for the midterm exams, to the point of skipping PE classes.

According to them, PE was a waste of time better spent studying.

Knowing that Shen Chutang was receiving tutoring from a professor at Jing University, the other teachers naturally dared not confront the two professors. Instead, they asked Shen Chutang to help persuade the teachers to audit the classes and return with lessons for the students.

Zhu Yongmei sipped her coffee, looking disdainfully at the cluster of teachers gathered around Shen Chutang. “They only hired two professors. In our class, some parents hire private tutors too; it’s the same story.

Besides, have you seen any improvement in Class Z’s grades?

I suspect it’s all for nothing. Their scores are so poor—there’s no way they could catch up in just a few months.”

Zhu Yongmei’s words were hardly discreet, and everyone in the office heard them.

Shen Chutang remained unbothered. “You’ll see whether my students have improved in the midterm results.”

“Did they move from the very bottom to second to last?” one teacher quickly tugged at Zhu Yongmei’s sleeve, aware that such remarks were harsh.

But Zhu Yongmei pressed on, emboldened. “Oh, I misspoke. Class Z’s foundation is so terrible that even the second-to-last place is far out of reach. How could they possibly catch up?”