It was not until Ji Xi showed up at Prestige with a sour expression that Yan Xianjue belatedly realized something.
There should, probably, maybe, possibly still have been a bit of a problem...
[What happened???]
The shock in his eyes was far too obvious.
Not only did Ji Xi notice it, the viewers in the livestream did too.
Even though they knew Yan Xianjue could not see the comments,
they still flooded the chat.
"That handsome guy had a romantic encounter!"
"That girl was pretty cute too."
"A perfect match."
"But that handsome guy's words stabbed straight into the heart!"
"His heart is made of stone."
Ji Xi could not see the comments either.
He had no idea that people eight thousand miles away were slandering his innocence out of thin air.
He merely said gloomily, "It's nothing."
Over this period of time, he had seen through the fun-seeking nature beneath Yan Xianjue's lazy exterior.
Ji Xi had no intention of delivering himself to Yan Xianjue as entertainment.
Nor would he take the initiative to tell Yan Xianjue that Su Su had deliberately brought up his past while filming the school's promotional video.
Heh.
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Ji Xi could even imagine how she had projected herself onto him.
She believed that he was anxiously enjoying everything his current vanity brought him,
while also fearing that the truth would be exposed.
Whether or not he was now acknowledged as a member of the Ji Household,
that period of poverty in his past clung to him like a stain.
But Ji Xi had never considered it a stain.
He only felt sorry for his mother, who had kept so many secrets and struggled to raise him all by herself.
That was not his stain. It was his mother's medal of honor.
Ji Xi