Gold Medal Sweetheart

After coming out of Jin Taize's office, although Tang Xin was in a bad mood, she still sent a WeChat message to let An Qi know that she was safe in order not to worry.

A batch of new books that the General Affairs Office had purchased for the school arrived, and Tang Xin was called to sort the books with Teacher Li from the library.

Teacher Li has already sorted out two empty bookshelves in the innermost room to store new books.

Tang Xin stacked the books one by one.

Teacher Li said politely, "I'll take care of these."

"It's okay, I'm not busy in the morning." Tang Xin arranged the books neatly by category and title according to the list.

Teacher Li smiled warmly. It was rare for young people nowadays to be so sensible and work so hard.

"Teacher Li, we are here to return the books." The door of the library was gently pushed open, but no one was seen, so Zhao Xiaofei looked inside.

Hearing the voice, Tang Xin quickly said, "Teacher Li, you go take a look. Leave this to me."

Teacher Li patted Tang Xin's shoulder and said, "There are still some books to be returned this morning. I need to sort them out for a while. I'm sorry to trouble you over here."

"Why are you being so polite to me?" Tang Xin smiled and nudged Teacher Li. Teacher Li was nearing retirement, much older and more experienced than her, yet his attitude was more humble than his peers.

The bookshelf was filled with books, with only the lower few layers left. Tang Xin squatted down and continued working. From the front came the sound of whispered conversations and the rustling of books being put away.

After a while, the sound was replaced by the sound of high heels stepping on the ground, rhythmically rolling between several bookshelves and stopping not far away.

I had no intention of listening to their conversation, but the sound spread in waves throughout the spacious library.

"What book do you want to borrow?" Zhao Xiaofei asked.

"Just take a look." Du Meijiao's fingers casually moved across the spines of the books.

Isn’t fashion magazine Du Meijiao’s favorite? Zhao Xiaofei shrugged, maybe she was just browsing casually.

After briefly browsing a few book titles, Du Meijiao asked, "Doesn't our school have a photography club for students? Have you purchased any photography books? You come here often, so you should know where they are." After estimating the number of books in stock, Du Meijiao didn't want to waste time.

"It's over there." Zhao Xiaofei pointed to the bookshelf in front. "Why are you looking for this?"

Du Meijiao ignored him, her eyes lit up, and she turned around and walked to the row of bookshelves at the back.

Zhao Xiaofei secretly curled her lips and rolled her eyes at her as she looked at him arrogantly, twisting her waist and not taking anyone seriously.

"come here."

Du Meijiao's tight back was visible from the gap between the bookshelves, but her face was not visible. Her voice sounded even more arrogant in the huge library.

Zhao Xiaofei didn't dare to delay for a moment and hurried over.

"Pick out a suitable book for me to get started with." Du Meijiao casually flicked it and pouted at Zhao Xiaofei.

Zhao Xiaofei said "oh" and took out a book to browse. "Why are you suddenly interested in photography?"

Du Meijiao lowered her long eyelashes and fidgeted with her nails, which she had just done yesterday, out of boredom. "If you want to make long-term investments, you must at least have the capital." She was as proud and confident as a white swan looking at its reflection in the water.

"Do you want to invest in photography?" Zhao Xiaofei guessed from the literal meaning.

Du Meijiao was stunned by her nonsensical question. Suddenly, she let out a disdainful smile, shook her head, and said with a series of clicks, "So, Xiaofei, no matter how many chances you give me, your brain can only see below your feet."

This was not the first time that Du Meijiao spoke without considering other people's feelings. Although Zhao Xiaofei was used to it, his face still turned red and white when he was ridiculed.

Du Meijiao was too lazy to explain to her and gave her a sarcastic look that said you are incorrigible.

"I'm not a businessman like Mr. Jin, so how would I know about investment?" Zhao Xiaofei said sullenly, trying to save face. "But for a well-known financial sponsor like Mr. Jin, investing in our elementary school must be a whim."

"That may not be the case. I heard from my second aunt that it was President Jin who took the initiative to propose to buy our school from President Zhang more than two months ago." Du Meijiao straightened her back with the sense of superiority that came from having inside information due to her special identity.

The action of putting the book down suddenly paused. She didn't want to listen deliberately, but at this moment Tang Xin couldn't help but turn her head away.

"My second aunt said that she first met Mr. Jin at the welcoming banquet that Shangyue Mansion prepared for Mr. Zhang. Mr. Jin went into the wrong room and ended up in our private room. Mr. Jin is such a prominent figure, so Mr. Zhang took the opportunity to get to know him, and then things naturally led to what we have now."

Zhao Xiaofei looked even more shocked than when she heard the news from the entertainment industry. This only made Du Meijiao more excited. She tilted her head towards Zhao Xiaofei and lowered her voice, making the mystery in her eyes even more intense. "In fact, our school was acquired after the welcoming banquet, but President Jin meant not to announce it for the time being."

What Du Meijiao and Zhao Xiaofei said later was like drifting mist. Tang Xin frowned tightly, and questions flooded in.

Jin Taize said that she changed her plan and bought the school because she was seen by Jin's mother and wanted to control her more easily.

Just over two months ago, they had never met before, having only met once when he booked a room at the Shangyue Mansion for the school. But back then, he couldn't have predicted that she would be his future blind date.

Moreover, she and Kim Tae-jae did have a conflict over the private room issue that day, but later the front desk lady called to inform her that the hotel staff had mistakenly mixed up their rooms, and the luxurious private room was still hers.

It's impossible for the staff to call her and not call Jin Tae-taek to arrange a room. So why did he make such a stupid mistake when he told her the room number?

Doubts were like overflowing floods, stirring up layer upon layer of huge waves in her heart. The surging waves crashed over her, making her uneasy, causing her subsequent work efficiency to be much slower than before.