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

I think Chapter 347 is just so-so.

Qin Qiong was very receptive to this and affectionately tapped the tip of her nose.

Qin Zhao smiled and said, "By the way, Mom, what's the story with your friend's child?"

Qin Qiong put down the fruit stick, speaking casually as if she were just offering a small suggestion: "My mother has a friend whose second son also studied psychology. He got his master's degree from Columbia University and just graduated this year and returned to China."

Mom thought, "You two are in the same major. You can get to know each other and discuss any problems you might have."

She paused briefly, carefully observing her expression: "What do you think?"

She looked at Qin Zhao and said, "If you think it's okay, my brother and I will go with you. It'll be good to make more friends."

"Sure." Qin Zhao didn't hesitate much. Since Qin Qiong had brought it up, it was for her own good, and she didn't want her to worry too much.

A hint of surprise flashed in Qin Qiong's eyes, but seeing Qin Zhao's overly composed expression, he swallowed his words.

She sighed softly and smiled, "Okay, how about Wednesday? Mom remembers you don't have class that afternoon."

"it is good."
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On Monday, Qin Zhao returned to school and had time to spend alone with Shen Yanci. She treated him to free-range chicken hot pot near the school and they went shopping for a while.

As they were shopping, Shen Yanci casually asked, "Kuang Xu gave me two concert tickets. Do you want to go?"

"Okay, when?"

"Wednesday at 3 p.m.

Qin Zhao paused for a moment: "Wednesday won't work."

Shen Yanci lifted his eyelids slightly: "Don't you have no classes this afternoon? Do you have other plans?"

Qin Zhao told the truth: "My mother has a friend whose child is also majoring in psychology. My mother wants us to get to know each other, so it's Wednesday."

She remembered something: "You were there that day too."

Shen Yanci knew, of course, but Qin Zhao didn't know what Qin Qiong was thinking.

He asked knowingly, "Boy or girl?"

Qin Zhao: "Boy."

After she finished speaking, she looked into Shen Yanci's dark eyes and paused for a moment.

She moved her lips slightly: "It's just for exchanging ideas and learning. My brother will be there too."

What can Lin Shi keep an eye on?
Shen Yanci didn't intend to dwell on it; a brief explanation would suffice. He didn't want to put Qin Zhao in a difficult position, but he also needed to give him a heads-up.

He lowered his eyes and hummed in agreement, pursing his lips slightly, his eyes fixed on Qin Zhao with a hint of resentment.

"Do you want to go to a concert?" Qin Zhao looked up at him, trying to make amends. "How about Saturday? I'll ask Kuang Xu if he has any tickets."

Shen Yanci looked into her clear eyes and almost laughed in exasperation. He didn't know whether to be glad about her insensitivity to emotions or speechless at her carelessness.

"Is that all?" He looked at her meaningfully. "You canceled your date with your boyfriend for another guy, without even a hint of reciprocation."

Qin Zhao paused for a moment, blinked, and asked calmly, "What do you mean?"

Shen Yanci's gaze fell on her face, his tone slightly raised: "Show your loyalty."

Qin Zhao paused, her gaze lingering on his lips for a second before looking into his eyes.

The gaze was so direct that even though Shen Yanci hadn't meant it that way at first, his heart skipped a beat, and his eyes unconsciously followed her lips.

Between their eyes, the air seemed to flow with an ambiguous tension.

Qin Zhao clenched his fingers, his gaze shifting with a hint of evasion and hesitation.

Shen Yanci's eyes darkened slightly. He suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, raised his hand, and gently tapped her forehead with his middle finger knuckle: "You don't go on a date with me but go out to eat with other guys. Do you need to think for so long to say something nice to me?"

Qin Zhao was somewhat taken aback, but he explained, "No way."

Shen Yanci knocked very lightly, and she rubbed the spot where he had knocked: "I went because of my mother. My mother and brother will both be there. I didn't cancel our date because of him."

"I don't even know him." She looked up at him, her voice soft. "He's not as important as you." It was beneath her dignity to be jealous of a stranger.

Shen Yanci had already anticipated the answer, but hearing her say it aloud still caused a barely perceptible smile to appear on his lips. He leaned closer and asked, "What?"

Qin Zhao repeated, "I didn't cancel my date with you because of other guys."

Shen Yanci raised an eyebrow and hummed in agreement: "And what's the next sentence?"

"I do not know him."

"..."

"The sentence after that."

When Qin Zhao met his eyes, even the most oblivious person would know that he was doing it on purpose.

She shifted her gaze: "Does this need to be compared? You're definitely more important."

Shen Yanci suppressed his lips and deliberately misinterpreted the situation: "You rejected me because of your mother. I am not as important as your mother."

"..."

Qin Zhao was speechless for a moment, and said, word by word, "Shen Yanci, it seems like you're picking a fight."

Shen Yanci raised an eyebrow and said seriously, "I'm sorry, I thought you were proposing, so I didn't know my limits."

"..."

Qin Zhao couldn't outdo him, so she subconsciously glanced around and happened to meet the gazes of two girls passing by who were watching the drama unfold. One of the girls even had a smile on her face.

Shen Yanci was aroused, but it was actually Qin Zhao who felt the heat on her face.

She didn't want to continue the topic and pulled him away from the trouble.

Qin Zhao had him drive to a luxury brand flagship store, and Shen Yanci assumed she wanted to buy something and didn't ask any further questions.

The sales representative came out early to greet him, a warm smile on her face. Her eyes lit up when she saw Qin Zhao: "Dear, you're here! My left eyelid has been twitching all day. I was just wondering what good things were going to happen when I received your WeChat message."

Her eyes lit up again when she saw Shen Yanci clearly, and she tentatively asked, "This is...your boyfriend?"

Qin Zhao hummed in agreement and explained his purpose: "I'd like to look at men's clothing."

Shen Yanci glanced at her; it turned out she was buying him clothes.

The sales associate was beaming. Shen Yanci was dressed in haute couture, and with her noble demeanor, it was clear that she was quite wealthy.

She said, "Yes, yes, our new autumn collection is perfect. Your boyfriend is like a clothes hanger, he'll definitely look good in anything."

She didn't forget to keep Qin Zhao in mind, and said with a smile, "When I first met my darling, I thought that such a beautiful girl could not be good enough for an ordinary person."

Seeing your boyfriend today, he's so handsome, a perfect match! Honey, not only are you good-looking, but you also have impeccable taste.

She praised both of them, both openly and subtly. At first, Shen Yanci found it a bit jarring to hear her call Qin Zhao "darling" repeatedly, but when she praised him and Qin Zhao as a perfect match, a smile appeared on his lips.

The entire third floor is a VIP exclusive floor, and the sales staff thoughtfully prepared refreshments.

Qin Qiong is the vic here. After confirming the style, several models wore the coordinated outfits and did a live fashion show.

Many of the main consumers are women, and these models are all top-notch handsome men, with an average height of over 180cm and long legs.

Qin Zhao had seen many shows with Qin Qiong, so he was used to these kinds of scenes.

She imagined what these clothes would look like on Shen Yanci, and her gaze naturally fell on the models.

A deep, magnetic voice sounded in my ear: "Is it beautiful?"

"Hmm, they're all pretty good." Qin Zhao looked at him. "Do you like them?"

Shen Yanci slowly lifted his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over the row of long-legged models before finally landing on Qin Zhao's face, his tone flat and emotionless: "I think—it's so-so."

"..."