Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Is Chapter 122 fair enough?
Seeing that he had unlocked the device but hadn't made any further moves, Qin Zhao asked, "What's wrong?"

The phone was indeed on silent; she wasn't lying to him.

However, the battery was also low, with only 12% remaining, so I switched to power-saving mode.

She said, "I'll bring a power bank next time."

She didn't agree to his proposal, but she remembered what he had said.

Shen Yanci's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile, his tone rising: "You just gave me your phone like that?"

He also told him the password.

Qin Zhao asked, puzzled, "Isn't this what you wanted?"

She paused for half a second, then asked to confirm, "Do you want my phone?"

She thought he was just testing whether what she said was true or false, or just using it.

Qin Zhao: "What about yours? Is it broken?"

"..."

"I can give you a new phone."

"..."

Shen Yanci raised an eyebrow: "You're giving me a phone?"

"If you need it," Qin Zhao added.

Shen Yanci looked at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable: "Will you give me anything I want?"

Qin Zhao forced a smile and said sincerely, "What you want, I may not have."

She's not as rich as him.

Shen Yanci half-closed his eyelids: "If you had it, would you give it to me?"

Qin Zhao should coax him; anyone can say a few nice words. Shen Yanci might not actually want anything from her.

Just like Chen Yu said, he's never lacked anything growing up. Does she have anything that Shen Yanci doesn't? No.

"Yes."

Looking into Shen Yanci's eyes, she dared not be presumptuous again, and her tone softened: "What do you want?"

Shen Yanci's eyes darkened slightly: "You'll find out."

I really want her things.

Qin Zhao felt a little regretful, but she was also curious about what Shen Yanci had that she didn't.

After a long period of inactivity, the screen went black again, revealing Shen Yanci's face.

He asked again, "What's the password?"

Qin Zhao: "220824."

Shen Yanci gave her a deep look and opened her WeChat.

The list is very clean; the entire contact list contains fewer than 50 people.

Aside from his family, a few friends he knew, and her classmates, the rest were all tutors.

Qin Qiong's WeChat account was prominently pinned to the top of her chat list.

A heart was added after Mom's note.

Shen Yanci paused and glanced at her.

Qin Zhao realized what was happening and looked back at him defiantly.

Is there anything wrong with her pinning her mother's post?

Shen Yanci raised an eyebrow: "Can I reserve a seat?"

"Ok?"

He didn't say anything, but pinned his WeChat account to the top and enabled special notifications.

Qin Zhao's first WeChat contact became him.

"Huh?" Qin Zhao pointed at the phone. How did her mother become a second one?

Shen Yanci retorted, "Can't I be pinned to the top here?"

"Sure, sure." Qin Zhao didn't have many contacts anyway, and all the information was readily available, so whether it was pinned to the top or not didn't matter.

"But my mom was the first person I pinned to the top, how did she become the second?"

"..."

Shen Yanci laughed in exasperation, raised his hand to pinch her cheek, his expression one of gritted teeth: "Qin—Zhao."

Qin Zhao shrank back, his face was pinched and deformed, his mouth was slightly open and pouting, and he looked up at him innocently.

Shen Yanci's Adam's apple bobbed, and he tried to shift his gaze to her eyes: "I know you like Aunt Qin the most, you don't need to keep emphasizing this to me. Do you understand?"

"You're about to turn eighteen, Qin Zhao."

Qin Zhao pursed his lips: "Eighteen years old, how about that?"

Does being eighteen mean she can't like her mother anymore?

If you calculate based on the time she's spent with her mother, she's not even a year old yet.

Shen Yanci naturally noticed her emotions and pressed his forehead against hers: "I didn't mean you shouldn't like your mother."

"..."

He was so close, his forehead pressed against hers, gently brushing against hers, sending shivers of pleasure through her. Their eyelashes almost brushed against hers, intertwining with their breath.

Qin Zhao tried to back away, but he cupped her face in his hands, preventing her from doing so.

She pressed against his shoulder, tilted her head slightly, and arched her neck: "What are you doing?"

Shen Yanci's Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly leaned closer.

The shadow suddenly shifted, and Qin Zhao gripped his shoulder, his eyelashes trembling as they obscured his eyes.

His nose tip brushed against her nose bridge, lightly touching her nose tip.

A jolt of electricity shot up his spine, Qin Zhao's hand tightened around him, and his whole body went limp, trembling uncontrollably.

She looked at him with her clear, shallow eyes, feeling helpless and confused, with a hint of fear.

I really want to kiss you.

I really want to kiss you.

Shen Yanci subconsciously moved closer again, then forced himself to look away, his throat dry: "I misspoke, I apologize."

"Don't be angry, okay?"

Qin Zhao had forgotten what he was apologizing for; her mind was blank, and that strange feeling hadn't dissipated.

I was stunned for a few seconds.

She was getting a little annoyed.

She pursed her lips and opened her palm to him: "Give me back my phone."

She's going home.

Shen Yanci held the phone in his hand and placed a corner of it in her palm. Just as she was about to grab it, he took the phone back.

Qin Zhao was genuinely angry.

Shen Yanci gently pulled her hand reassuringly, glancing at her expression: "What was the password again?"

Why should I tell you?

Shen Yanci stared at her for two seconds, and Qin Zhao turned her face away.

He unlocked the door without making a sound and moved Qin Qiong's pinned message to this one: "Is this okay?"

Qin Zhao glanced at the screen. He clearly knew the password a long time ago, but he deliberately asked her again and again.

He deliberately did some strange things to upset her.

"Why should I pin your WeChat account?" Qin Zhao asked. "You haven't pinned mine."

"Is that why you're angry?"

Qin Zhao held his breath and remained silent.

Shen Yanci took out his phone from his pocket and handed it to her: "Password 792279."

Seeing that she didn't take it, he shook it again: "Let's see. Didn't you think it was unfair before? Why aren't you looking now? You chickened out."

What's wrong with looking at your phone?

Qin Zhao took his phone.

Shen Yanci patiently repeated: "792279".

"792?"

"279."

The phone unlocked with a click.

Shen Yanci looked at her with a calm and composed expression.

Qin Zhao opened his WeChat.

There's only one pinned post, with the nickname "Zhaozhao".

Qin Zhao's fingers curled up slightly.

Shen Yanci sent him a message on WeChat, and his phone vibrated and flashed a bright light.

Special reminder.

Shen Yanci's voice was low and magnetic: "Is that fair?"

Qin Zhao held his phone and glanced at him.

Shen Yanci didn't intend to force her today. Liking someone is inherently unfair; whoever made him fall in love first, whoever made him unable to live without her first.

She wants fairness, so let's show her fairness.

He lowered his eyes and shared her location with him in real time.

There are also phone contacts, and emergency contacts have been set up.

He glanced at his call log and saw that around 8 o'clock, a number had called her for nearly 30 minutes, which was about the time she left the house.

He tapped the screen: "Who is this?"

"..."

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