Suspected Poor Male Idol Loses His Dignity for Money

Shen Qingling showed little expression. He lowered his eyes to look at Ruan Mingyi, as cold as ever.

The young man's thin lips pressed together slightly, revealing a hint of impatience. "Miss Ruan, do you need something?"

Ruan Mingyi was not intimidated by his cold expression at all. Instead, she smiled brightly. "So you still remember me."

Shen Qingling's words carried a trace of sarcasm. "Miss Ruan left a very deep impression on me."

"I came to apologize for yesterday. I'd like to treat you to a meal as an apology. Is that okay?"

"No need. It would already be nice enough if Miss Ruan stopped disrupting my life."

"It's just a meal. You don't want to lose your part-time job at the café either, do you?"

Shen Qingling frowned. "Are you threatening me?"

Ruan Mingyi blinked innocently. "How is that a threat? It's just a little tactic for becoming friends with you."

Shen Qingling said flatly, "Then fire me."

Ruan Mingyi could tell that he did not care. To Shen Qingling, it was only a part-time job. At worst, he could find another one. He simply could not be bothered to deal with her.

But Ruan Mingyi did not back down. She raised her brows. "You don't want everyone at that café to lose their jobs because of you alone, do you?"

Ruan Mingyi could tell that Shen Qingling had been quite protective of those girls yesterday. It seemed he was not as indifferent as he appeared. He was probably the cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside type. As long as someone entered a boy like that's heart, she would surely receive all his tenderness and favor.

What Ruan Mingyi wanted most was love so intense it bordered on the extreme.

If it was love no different from anyone else's, she would rather not have it.

Sure enough, Shen Qingling wavered at her words.

His lips parted, but in the end, he did not say no.

"Just this once."

"Okay!"

"I hope Miss Ruan keeps her word."

"I can't bring myself to deceive men."

Ye Qiao glanced at Ruan Mingyi. Anyone who believed that would be a fool.

Shen Qingling took out his phone and checked the time. "But I still have a class. Miss Ruan, find somewhere to pass the time."

Ruan Mingyi's foxlike, alluring eyes curved. Even though he clearly disliked her, he still politely called her Miss Ruan.

Shen Qingling was actually... rather easy to push around.

As long as you were not afraid of his cold face and stubbornly acted shameless, there was really nothing he could do to you.

"Can I go to class with you?"

"As you wish, Miss Ruan. It's not like I own the classroom."

"Okay, then let's go together."

The two gorgeous beauties followed Shen Qingling out.

The people who had mocked Shen Qingling earlier immediately fell silent.

"So they really came looking for Shen Qingling..."

"If they weren't looking for Shen Qingling, were they supposed to be looking for you?"

"Do rich people care about looks too? Shen Qingling was so cold to her, yet she still stuck to him."

"Stop being jealous. It's obviously because Shen Qingling is charming."

"The girl talking to Shen Qingling is so beautiful. She's no worse than our campus belle. The handsome guy and beautiful girls walking together look like they're filming a campus drama."

"Shen Qingling is 188 centimeters tall, the standard male lead height. Unlike someone who, if he got trafficked to Myanmar and had his Achilles tendons picked over for a while, would turn out to just be wearing heels."

"You...!"

Shen Qingling, Ruan Mingyi, and Ye Qiao were photographed while passing through the academic building, and the photos were posted on Chance Encounter, drawing plenty of attention from gossipers.

Shen Qingling had become a celebrity on Chance Encounter. Wherever he went, someone took pictures of him.

A male student who knew Ruan Mingyi's identity directly made a post spreading rumors, claiming Shen Qingling was a pretty boy being kept by a wealthy young lady.

Shocking! Jiang University's campus heartthrob Shen Qingling is actually a pretty boy kept by a wealthy young lady! Suspected poor male idol loses his dignity for money?

That person even revealed Ruan Mingyi's identity in the post.

Ruan Mingyi did not have a very good reputation among high society. She often ate with all kinds of handsome men, most of whom lived off women. Thus, he concluded that Shen Qingling was also a man who had sold his dignity for money.

Quite a few boys jealous of Shen Qingling came to mock him below the post. They spoke as though it were proven fact, as if they had personally witnessed Shen Qingling selling his body.

Most girls watched the drama unfold, while some directly cursed the original poster for spreading rumors. A fan war soon broke out in the comments.

In a classroom, Song Zhining's friend patted Song Zhining on the shoulder.

"Zhining! Shen Qingling is with two beautiful women. What's going on? The post says Shen Qingling is being kept by a wealthy young lady..."

Song Zhining frowned as she looked at the post, then sneered. "No way! Shen Qingling may not be well-off, but he would never do something like that."

"How can you be so sure? Just because he saved you?"

"You wouldn't understand. I just know he isn't that kind of person."

"But Shen Qingling has never been this close to girls before."

"Maybe those two ladies are the ones clinging to Shen Qingling. It's not like that has never happened before."

After thinking for a moment, Song Zhining stood up and walked out.

Song Zhining decided to skip class.

She came to Shen Qingling's classroom and saw Ruan Mingyi and Ye Qiao sitting on either side of him. Everyone in the classroom was whispering among themselves.

Shen Qingling ignored it all, looking perfectly calm.

Song Zhining frowned. It seemed Shen Qingling still did not know that someone was spreading rumors about him.

She sat in the seat behind Shen Qingling and poked his back with her index finger.

Shen Qingling turned around. When he saw Song Zhining, his stern face instantly softened.

He gave her a faint smile. "It's you."

Song Zhining immediately blushed.

What is wrong with you, Song Zhining? Your heart starts racing the moment you see Shen Qingling smile. How pathetic!

Ruan Mingyi, sitting beside him, narrowed her eyes at the sight.

She had never seen Shen Qingling smile like that before...

What was going on?

Ruan Mingyi studied Song Zhining closely before recognizing her as the girl Shen Qingling had saved, the one from the trending topic.

She felt a little annoyed and a little envious of Song Zhining.

So he was not that cold toward everyone. Shen Qingling had never smiled at her like that.

077: "Ruan Mingyi's attraction value has increased by 5."

Song Zhining's appearance had provoked Ruan Mingyi. She narrowed her eyes unhappily as she examined the two of them.

Shen Qingling asked, "Did you need something from me?"

Song Zhining had nearly forgotten what she had come to say.

She put away her lovestruck thoughts and said seriously, "Someone on Chance Encounter is... spreading rumors about you and the lady beside you."

After speaking, she glanced at Ruan Mingyi.

Ruan Mingyi raised her brows. "What are they saying about him and me?"

"They say Shen Qingling is a pretty boy you're keeping."

Ruan Mingyi burst out laughing. "I'd like that too, but someone isn't willing."

Shen Qingling said calmly, "The innocent need not fear rumors. They're only rumors."

Song Zhining pouted. "But I don't want people to misunderstand you..."

A flicker of surprise passed through Shen Qingling's eyes, and only then did Song Zhining realize how ambiguous her words sounded.

Her face turned bright red as she stammered an explanation. "No, I mean, people obviously can't just misunderstand you over something you never did... Anyway, I believe you and this lady have a completely innocent relationship."

Ruan Mingyi was a few years older than Song Zhining, and the girl's feelings were practically written all over her face.

She revealed a dangerous smile. "Little sister, this isn't a misunderstanding. I really do want to keep him."

Haven't added it to your bookshelf yet? Disapproving look. (Not really disapproving.)

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