Chapter 198: Assistant Duties
Although her Saturday had been ruined by Wei Xiao, Gu Qinghuan’s Sunday turned out quite pleasant.
She had originally planned to send the outfit she wore at Merriness to a dry cleaner and then return it to Jiang Chuchu, but the latter rejected her outright:
“It’s just a set of clothes—what’s there to return!”
Besides, even if Gu Qinghuan returned it, no one else would wear it again. To Jiang Chuchu, it was basically disposable.
Since that was the case, Gu Qinghuan didn’t insist. She carefully stored the clothes away, planning to wear them again if the opportunity came.
She spent the entire Sunday at home—doing homework, solving practice questions, and casually asking Xia He about the charity foundation.
Xia He explained it straightforwardly. Just as Gu Qinghuan had guessed, the foundation was meant to help people with severe facial scars—including the girls harmed by Wei Xiao.
He went through the entire process in detail.
Gu Qinghuan was stunned. She had thought Xia He only intended to help those few girls. She hadn’t expected the scope to be so broad—her perspective had been too narrow.
Xia He didn’t think so.
“It’s not that your perspective is small. It’s just that your knowledge, your resources, and your horizons don’t support imagining something like this—so it simply never occurred to you.”
Gu Qinghuan rubbed her chin. If Wei Xiao had said something like that, it would definitely have sounded like mockery. But coming from Xia He, it felt much better.
“By the way,” Xia He suddenly asked, “where did you hear about the foundation?”
“Wei Xiao told me,” Gu Qinghuan replied. “He said the Wei family was invited to the celebration ceremony and even asked if I had been invited.”
Xia He let out a cold snort.
How could Wei Xiao not know Gu Qinghuan’s family background? Saying that was clearly meant to belittle her.
Fine. Xia He decided that on the day of the ceremony, he would personally keep an eye on Wei Yan—and make sure he donated a generous amount.
By Monday, Class Three was still chatting about their weekend when the same student who had delivered the letter last time appeared again—this time holding a flower and a box of yogurt.
Bao Qingsong immediately blocked him with a fake smile.
“Hey, are you here again to deliver something from Wei Xiao to our class monitor?”
The student clutched the flower and yogurt nervously and nodded.
Bao Qingsong had a headache. He didn’t want Wei Xiao to keep bothering Gu Qinghuan, but since someone else was delivering it, he couldn’t take it out on this student.
From the first row of the next group, Shen Jianwei spoke up:
“Forget it, let him in. The class monitor will handle it.”
Shen Jianwei was the shortest girl in class, only 155 cm tall. Sitting in the back would block her view, so she sat in the front.
With her round face, bright almond-shaped eyes, and petite height, she could easily be mistaken for a middle school student—if not for Mingde’s uniform.
Yet her dream was to become a diplomat.
“When I was little, I saw spokespersons from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs on TV. They looked so refined, but every word they said was sharp. I want to be that kind of cool person too!”
That said, with her current grades, getting into a top foreign studies university would be difficult. So she studied harder than anyone else in Class Three.
Hearing her, Bao Qingsong sighed and let the student through.
The student dropped off the items and ran away quickly.
Bao Qingsong frowned at the flower and yogurt on Gu Qinghuan’s desk.
“So stingy. If he’s trying to win favor, this is all he sends?”
“If he sent more, it’d be even harder for the class monitor to deal with whether to accept it,” Shen Jianwei replied without even looking up, continuing to copy vocabulary.
Bao Qingsong clutched his head. “I’m applying to the class monitor for permission to cause trouble! Let’s kick Wei Xiao out!”
“Full of energy early in the morning, huh?”
Gu Qinghuan had just arrived at the door and overheard his “bold declaration.”
Bao Qingsong dropped his hands and pointed at her desk.
“Wei Xiao sent something again.”
Smack! Gu Qinghuan slapped her forehead, threw down her bag, grabbed the flower and yogurt, and stormed toward Class Two.
Bao Qingsong rushed after her just in time to see her stand at the door and loudly declare:
“Wei Xiao, you don’t need to send me anything. I don’t need it. I’ve already agreed to what you asked—just focus on your own work. I’m very clear about keeping things professional!”
After that, she stuffed the items into the hands of a student near the door, told them to pass it to Wei Xiao, and ran off without looking back.
When Bao Qingsong returned, he was amazed.
“Class monitor… I didn’t expect you to have such a blunt side!”
Gu Qinghuan shrugged.
“Since he needs something from me right now, he won’t fall out with me. Even if I act a bit silly, he’ll endure it.”
“As long as I don’t feel embarrassed, then the embarrassment belongs to him. And since Wei Xiao cares so much about his image, after today, just to avoid a repeat of this, he won’t send me things anymore.”
Bao Qingsong nodded repeatedly. “Makes sense.”
“And also,” Gu Qinghuan ground her teeth, “his taste is terrible! That yogurt brand is expensive and awful. Awful!”
Even Shen Jianwei turned to look—if Gu Qinghuan emphasized “awful” twice, it must truly be bad.
Perhaps her move really hit Wei Xiao’s pride.
Despite the classrooms of Class Two and Three being separated by just one wall, Wei Xiao didn’t come over until the big break.
Since he had said he would act as her assistant, he naturally had to help—but he had no intention of actually working hard. His real goal was still the list.
Gu Qinghuan didn’t mind.
On the surface, she agreed amicably to meet at noon in front of the student council building. But as soon as he left, her expression collapsed.
Qin Yue teased, “Going to act with Wei Xiao again?”
“I’m going to work him like a laborer to vent my anger,” Gu Qinghuan gritted out.
And so, at noon, Wei Xiao faced his first-ever manual labor task in life—
Moving three “human dog dens” (sofas) outside to sun them.
“The weather’s so nice today. These have been sitting here all winter—they need some sun and a good dusting.”
Holding an old badminton racket she had found somewhere, Gu Qinghuan looked at him sincerely.
“But I can’t move them. Could you help?”
Wei Xiao’s face turned green and pale in turns, but in the end he forced it out:
“No problem. Just three sofas—I’ve got it.”
“They need to sun all afternoon,” Gu Qinghuan added. “After school, please move them back in.”
He didn’t even realize—
Although her wording was polite, her tone had shifted from asking… to assigning.
Watching Wei Xiao struggle to move the sofas, Gu Qinghuan cheerfully started cleaning the office.
She wasn’t to blame.
After all—he was the one who insisted on being her assistant.
And since she was the “idle one” in the student council, being her assistant naturally meant… doing all the odd jobs.
