roccoschili Chapter 174 I Feel You Are Not Good Enough of Me
Chapter 174 I Feel You Are Not Good Enough of Me
A new week has begun.
Wen Xin had just sat down in the classroom when He Tian walked in, sat down near Wen Xin, turned his head and looked at her with a strange smile on his face.
"Wen Xin, I ran into Xu Wei from the Foreign Languages Department yesterday. She told me about Tan Mulai. The little girl cried so hard."
"Hey, Wen Xin, you are really amazing. It must be difficult to snatch someone's boyfriend away from Xu Wei."
He Tian deliberately slowed down his tone and spoke gently and tactfully.
Before Wen Xin could speak, Wang Manning couldn't bear it anymore and retorted.
"He Tian, you are talking nonsense. Wen Xin and Tan Mu were classmates in high school. They have been dating since their freshman year, and it has been almost six years now."
"Xu Wei is only a sophomore this year. You said Wen Xin stole her boyfriend. Isn't that a joke?"
The students around who knew the truth also started to speak up:
"That's right. She's been dating for six years, and she's still dating Mu Zhui's Wen Xin. Xu Wei was only in junior high school six years ago. He Tian, don't believe everything you hear."
He Tian held his breath for a while.
She didn't think much about what Xu Wei said. She just thought that even if Xu Wei didn't tell the truth, it would be enough to annoy Wen Xin. She didn't expect it to be such a one-sided situation.
Before she could react, Wen Xin stood in front of her with a cold look in his eyes, staring at her so hard that the hairs on her body stood on end.
"He Tian, you keep provoking me, isn't it because of the Yanyi incident? It's very interesting, I'm the victim, but you, the perpetrator, are so angry that you're looking for trouble all day long."
"What's this about the first year of graduate school? Don't talk nonsense." He Tian finally began to panic.
It's been a year, and Wen Xin has kept silent about it. She thought she had gotten away with it, and she secretly felt that Wen Xin was too shy to mention it.
Wen Xin sneered: "He Tian, you don't think everyone has forgotten about Yanyi's matter, do you?"
"Your boyfriend was fired because I asked the school to handle the matter in a low-key manner. Otherwise, you would have been punished."
"I just think it's not easy for everyone to get into graduate school, so I gave you face, but you really don't want to have any face at all."
"I warned you that I would tell you if you cause trouble again. Are you satisfied now? Tell me, if you have any other requests, I will satisfy you."
Wen Xin was calm and sharp from beginning to end, his tone was calm but every word was heart-piercing.
"Wen Xin, you bastard."
He Tian had no way to defend himself and his face turned purple. He did not attend the class and rushed out of the classroom with his schoolbag.
Finally clean.
The whole class was reading quietly with their heads down, but their hearts were in turmoil.
Oh my god, what I have been guessing turned out to be true.
This He Tian, I really can’t tell.
Wow, you have quite a lot of fun.
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The days of complete peace and quiet are so beautiful.
In October, the book was finally published.
"Leisure and Elegance in Song Dynasty - The Past and Present of the Four Arts of the Song Dynasty" was the name finally decided by Editor-in-Chief Tang, and Wen Xin was very satisfied.
The new book appeared quietly in bookstores without any publicity, but it quickly spread by word of mouth among readers.
The exquisite and intuitive illustrations, and the straightforward and interesting text, are truly a bright spot among those history books that are often too serious or even difficult to understand.
In this day and age, it is rare to find books that provide such a good reading experience.
Soon, the number of copies of the book began to increase, and the author Wen Xin became a person of great curiosity.
Tang Runnan, a great man, must be a remarkable person to be able to write the preface. However, no one in the industry seems to have heard of him, so I wonder who he is.
Wen Xin kept quiet and even refused when Beijing Evening News contacted him through its editor to do an exclusive interview.
She doesn't want to be famous, nor does she want to do advertising. She just wants to be a quiet wealthy woman.
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Military academy compound.
Mu Mingzhen looked at her son who was lying on the sofa, engrossed in reading a book, and couldn't help but poke his head with her finger.
"Look at you. You go to school or work all day, and you pretend to read when you come home. You're already 25, and you don't even have a girlfriend. What's the point of reading so many books?"
Tan Mu quickly handed the book over: "Mom, take a look, it's really interesting."
"I don't read it. I like reading novels, not this."
"Look, there are all kinds of photos and illustrations in it. It's very interesting." As he said that, he stuffed the book into Mu Mingzhen's hand and got up to go to the kitchen.
After washing the apple and eating it, I came out and saw Mu Mingzhen also reading a book with great concentration.
"Mom, isn't it pretty?"
Mu Mingzhen nodded, without taking her eyes off the book: "Yeah, it's very good. I didn't expect that this kind of history book could be so interesting."
Tan Mu got up and went back to the bedroom, and came out a while later with a pile of new books.
"Mom, this is for you and my dad. You can give it as a gift to others."
Mu Mingzhen was a little surprised: "Why did you get so much?"
"It was given to me by a friend. I'm going to bring it back to please you and my dad."
"Humph, you don't have to try to please us all the time. When will you bring us a wife? That will be a good thing."
Mu Mingzhen talks about his daughter-in-law every other sentence.
She has been really worried these past few years. Her eldest son is almost thirty, and her second son is already twenty-five.
What's the point of being successful in the eyes of others? Just poking at two bachelors is enough to make them sad.
Tan Mu sat down next to Mu Mingzhen with a smile.
"Mom, this is a gift from your daughter-in-law."
Mu Mingzhen was still immersed in the anxiety and indignation of being a bachelor: "Humph, it's useless no matter who gave it to me..."
Suddenly he paused, and turned his eyes in surprise: "...What did you just say? Who did you say gave it to you?"
"Your future daughter-in-law. But she is still in the courtship stage and cannot meet the parents yet."
Tan Mu said this with some depression.
Even after being together for so long, Little Potato still said she was not in a hurry to meet her parents. She said she wanted to enjoy her single life and focus on her studies and career.
Alas, it seemed as if I was always ranked behind her ideals and hobbies.
Mu Mingzhen jumped up excitedly: "What kind of girl is she? Tell mom quickly."
"Mom, you've seen her. When I was a sophomore in high school, she was at the Yunxiang clothing store in Yuncheng..."
As Mu Mingzhen listened to her son's instructions, her eyes gradually became clearer until they sparkled.
"That little girl, she seems to be very cute and sweet. Oh, son, what does she look like now? I want to meet her."
Tan Mu sighed: "Mom, please stop making trouble and scare people away again."
"How stupid! But the girl gave you so many books, which shows that she cares about you."
"Mom, is there a possibility that this book was written by this girl?" Tan Mu looked proud.
Mu Mingzhen was stunned and looked at the author's name: "Is this Wen Xin that girl?"
"Well, her real name is Wen Xin. Look, those are the two characters." Tan Mu pointed to the two beautiful pen-written characters on the title page of the book.
Mu Mingzhen paced around the room excitedly.
"Oh my, this daughter-in-law is so outstanding, son, you have to work harder. Look at the book she wrote, wow, it's so good, why do I feel that you are not worthy of her."
Tan Mu protested: "Mom, I'm also very good, okay? I've published two books."
"Tsk, I can't even understand what those two books of yours are about. How can you compare with Wen Xin?" Mu Mingzhen glanced at him with disdain.
Tan Mu looked up at the sky in silence.
My mother's criteria for judgment are really weird.
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