Chapter 192: The Letter
Gu Qinghuan stayed up a bit late doing homework last night, so she was still a little sleepy when she arrived at class in the morning.
But the moment she walked into the classroom and saw a crowd gathered around her desk, she instantly woke up. “What’s going on?”
Everyone turned to look at her one by one, their expressions each more subtle than the last.
“There’s a letter on your desk,” Jiang Chuchu answered.
“A letter?” Gu Qinghuan was baffled. “Shouldn’t it be delivered to the security office for me to pick up?”
“It wasn’t sent through the postal system…” Jiang Chuchu looked troubled. “Just come take a look.”
Curious, Gu Qinghuan stepped forward. The moment she saw the envelope on her desk, she froze. “What is this?”
The wine-red envelope was decorated with white line art of roses, elegant cursive English, and even a dark gold wax seal.
Gu Qinghuan rubbed her arms, goosebumps all over. “It can’t be what I’m thinking, right?”
“Most likely,” Jiang Chuchu pretended to wipe away tears. “Our Qinghuan finally has someone confessing to her.”
Gu Qinghuan just wanted to find a time machine and go back to before she entered the classroom—she should have taken the day off!
Qin Yue, enjoying the drama, urged, “Alright, alright, hurry and open it.”
Gu Qinghuan walked to her desk with a deadpan expression. “Is it really a love letter? That doesn’t seem right. Normally, wouldn’t they secretly put it in the drawer… By the way, who sent it?”
Bao Qingsong answered readily, “Don’t know. The guy just asked where your seat was, looked pretty casual. Probably not the sender, just a messenger.”
“He left right after putting it down. You weren’t here, so we didn’t touch it.”
In Class Three’s view, it was only natural for someone to like their class monitor. As for this letter, it depended on how Gu Qinghuan would handle it.
If she didn’t want to reveal the sender, it would end there. But if she did, everyone was eager for some gossip.
Gu Qinghuan felt a bit embarrassed, but since the sender had someone place it openly on her desk, they clearly weren’t afraid of being known. She might as well read it.
Anyway, she had no intention of dating—she would just reject them properly.
She picked up the envelope, wondering if she should use a knife to preserve the wax seal, when Qin Yue, standing across from her, suddenly changed expression after seeing the back.
He snatched the envelope and hid it behind his back, startling her. “What’s wrong?”
“This thing should just be burned,” Qin Yue said, unable to look at it.
“…What’s on the back?” Jiang Chuchu had a bad feeling.
Xu Xinghe craned his neck to peek behind Qin Yue and blurted out, “Wei Xiao!”
Class Three fell into dead silence.
Jiang Chuchu’s face turned pitch black. “Burn it!”
Gu Qinghuan calmed down from the shock. “Wait. Don’t rush. Do you really think Wei Xiao would send me a love letter? Let’s read it first and see what he’s up to.”
Reluctantly, Jiang Chuchu returned to her seat, arms crossed, looking like “if I hear anything disgusting, he’s dead.”
Gu Qinghuan was about to take back the envelope, but Yu Xin quickly pulled out a pair of disposable gloves from who-knows-when and helped her put them on. “Be careful. Don’t get infected by a psychopath.”
Everyone acting like they were facing a major enemy actually made Gu Qinghuan relax.
This time, she didn’t bother preserving the seal—she broke it open, slipped two fingers inside, and pulled out the letter.
Even the stationery was fancy, with lace-cut edges.
She unfolded it, glanced twice, then fell silent. “Xie Xiangxue, help. I need a translation.”
Xie Xiangxue leaned over. “What translation—” She stopped mid-sentence, stunned. “Who writes a love letter in English? Is he sick?!”
The cursive English was beautiful, but not easy to read fluently.
Class Three collectively decided: Wei Xiao’s new nickname—Pretentious Bro.
Xie Xiangxue barely managed to read it through. She had to admit his handwriting was good. As for the content…
“He says when he treated you to a meal on the third floor of the cafeteria before, the hospitality wasn’t adequate and you left without eating. To apologize, he wants to treat you again.”
“Where?” Qin Yue mentally scanned famous restaurants in the city.
Xie Xiangxue’s expression turned strange. “Yunjin Tower.”
All eyes immediately turned to Jiang Chuchu.
She instantly texted her assistant Jin Jubao:
[Is anyone from the Wei family a member of Yunjin Tower?]
Jin Jubao replied:
[I’ll check right away.]
Xie Xiangxue added dutifully, “The time is this Saturday at 11:30 a.m.”
Jiang Chuchu forwarded that information as well.
Since the investigation would take time and class was about to start, they temporarily set it aside.
At least it wasn’t a love letter—just an invitation. Everyone felt relieved.
If Wei Xiao had actually confessed… Class Three would already be planning how to beat him up.
After the first class, Jin Jubao sent back the findings.
No one in the Wei family was currently a member of Yunjin Tower—but the Han family was.
Gu Qinghuan vaguely recalled, “If I’m not mistaken, that’s your mom’s sister’s current husband’s family?”
Jiang Chuchu pressed her forehead. “Trash really does attract trash.”
She still remembered what Jiang Youwei had told her. Although her aunt Zhu Manyu wasn’t a good person, Han Lang—who used Zhu Manyu to try to drive out his own sister Han Yun—was no better.
Han Lang wanted a piece of the Wei family’s benefits. He had hosted Wei Yan at Yunjin Tower and even gave Wei Xiao a secondary membership card afterward.
The others were confused, but judging from Jiang Chuchu’s tone, Yao Shali cautiously asked, “So this Han family isn’t good either?”
“Mm… Han Lang, who’s trying to curry favor with the Wei family, is not a good person. His sister Han Yun—I haven’t interacted with her much, but she’s very capable in her career,” Jiang Chuchu said. “Qinghuan has met her.”
“Just once by chance,” Gu Qinghuan waved it off. “But she seemed like a kind and sharp aunt.”
Since the Han family wasn’t directly relevant, everyone didn’t dwell on it and turned back to Wei Xiao.
“So, class monitor, are you going?” someone asked.
Gu Qinghuan crossed her arms, tilting her head side to side, thinking for a while before answering, “I’ll go. Only by going can I see what he’s planning.”
From Wei Xiao’s attitude yesterday, he seemed to have already lost interest in her. Yet after just one night, he suddenly became proactive again.
“Should we send a few people with you?” Yu Xin wasn’t at ease. Though Gu Qinghuan and Yu Yuan had improved in their sanda training, they hadn’t had real combat practice yet.
“Yunjin Tower is my territory. I’ll have people watching,” Jiang Chuchu said, stroking her chin. “I’ll monitor the surveillance and coordinate. We also need someone on-site to report the situation.”
“I’ll do it!” Ji Tianxiao raised his hand.
He said confidently, “I’ll disguise myself as a waiter at Yunjin Tower. I guarantee Wei Xiao won’t recognize me.”
Ji Tianxiao’s mother used to be a well-known actress, though he never revealed her stage name. Influenced by her, he loved acting and planned to apply to a drama academy.
During the New Year’s performance, he had taken on a comedic role—not many lines, but quite demanding.
This kind of exaggerated, clown-like role required precise control; otherwise, it could easily flop. But he had performed well.
Now, hearing his plan, everyone considered it—and agreed it was worth trying.
Jiang Chuchu solemnly patted his shoulder. “Alright. Be at Yunjin Tower at 8 a.m. on Saturday. I’ll arrange everything.”
“No problem!” Ji Tianxiao gave a thumbs-up. “I’ll coordinate with the class monitor and see what Wei Xiao is really up to!”
