To marry into the family in place of his brother? Impossible!

Song Qingci did not answer immediately.

"I'm not sure," Song Qingci said truthfully, "so I had someone check."

Ji Xiaoya took a deep breath, as if calming herself down. "Qingci, do you really think someone with such a shady past could have won the National Scholarship for three consecutive years at Jiangcheng University? Published a paper in a core journal? Won first prize in a national competition?"

Song Qingci put down her coffee cup, and her gaze toward Ji Xiaoya became serious.

School awards are hard to come by; they require not only good grades but also good character and the approval of everyone around you.

It went through layers of review by the school; this was a genuine review.

How could someone who is morally corrupt and lacks good character possibly receive a scholarship every year without anyone objecting?

School leaders can be blind once, but what about Jiang Jinhuan's classmates? Are they blind too? Blind for three years?

Song Qingci was no naive girl. Upon hearing Ji Xiaoya's words, she immediately realized that something was wrong, especially since this was Jiangcheng Academy, which had extremely strict requirements for students' conduct.

Ji Xiaoya continued, "Qingci, I've known Jiang Jinhuan for three years. In those three years, I've never seen him take advantage of anyone, not even a penny."

"For three years of university, he relied entirely on scholarships for tuition and part-time jobs for living expenses. Do you know how many jobs he held at school? Three. He helped out in the cafeteria, organized books in the library, and tutored on weekends. No, now he also has to add a ride-hailing job!"

"His clothes cost only a few dozen yuan each from street vendors, and he ate the cheapest meals from the cafeteria. Although he was poor, he never accepted charity from others. How could someone like that be the kind of person who steals?"

Two other close friends beside her nodded slightly and said, "That's true. People who can do this must be very independent and have a lot of self-respect. People with such strong self-respect would never accept charity from others, much less steal!"

Song Qingci narrowed her eyes, seemingly lost in thought!

Song Qingci looked at the street scene outside the window, tapped her fingers lightly on her knee, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

A person who doesn't defend themselves when slandered is either genuinely guilty or has an extremely resilient character.

Judging from Jiang Jinhuan's performance today, it is clearly the latter.

Three months.

She was quite looking forward to seeing what this little guy living in the storage room could come up with to prove himself over the next three months.

Suddenly, Song Qingci froze. She suddenly realized that she didn't seem to have Jiang Jinhuan's contact information at all.

And that bastard didn't even ask for her contact information.

You should know that even Jiang Zhe was eager to get my contact information today.

Jiang Jinhuan, the guy she was set up with on a blind date, never once thought of asking for her contact information.

This is her private contact information; she doesn't just give it out to anyone.

If there's no way to contact him, then who is he going to show his three-month evaluation to?

Also, regarding his so-called need to get to know each other, how can you get to know each other without any way to contact each other?

Song Qingci suddenly realized that Jiang Jinhuan had been more of a perfunctory person in his attitude towards this marriage alliance from beginning to end.

He never seemed to have any intention of marrying me.

Song Qingci frowned; the feeling that the other party was resistant to the marriage alliance was now confirmed.

No wonder he proposed a three-month observation period when the engagement could be finalized immediately; I initially thought he was out of his mind.

But now that I think about it, it seems that's not the case at all; he never intended to arrange a marriage.

No wonder he barely glanced at me from the moment he entered until he left. It wasn't shyness or embarrassment; he simply didn't take me seriously.

Song Qingci was starting to doubt her charm.

Song Qingci looked at Xiaoya, and then, taking advantage of Xiaoya's inattention, took his phone and pushed Jiang Jinhuan's business card onto his own phone.

Then she pressed the add friend button.

But a minute passed, two minutes passed, ten minutes passed, and the friend request was still not accepted.

Song Qingci was so angry that he laughed.

"Fine, fine, so you're playing hard to get, you bastard? Let's see how long you can keep this up!"

Song Qingci angrily threw her phone onto the sofa.

"Qingci, what's wrong? Who made you angry?" a close friend asked from the side.

Thinking of Jiang Jinhuan's calm and expressionless face, Song Qingci gritted her teeth and said, "He's not human, he's a dog! A damn bastard!"

"Oh, your pet? Did it destroy the house?"

Song Qingci: "..."

……

Jiang Jin Huan then returned to Luo Qing Yi's place.

Luo Qingyi's eyes lit up with joy as she looked at Jiang Jinhuan returning. "You're back!"

She naturally stepped forward and took off Jiang Jinhuan's coat.

She looked like a wife welcoming her husband home.

Jiang Jinhuan was stunned for a moment, his face turning slightly red.

Looking at Jiang Jinhuan's blushing face, Luo Qingyi felt as if she had discovered a new continent, and her heart was melting.

"Are you tired? Have you eaten yet? You probably haven't. I saved some food for you. Wash your hands and come eat; I'll heat it up for you!"

Without waiting for Jiang Jinhuan's refusal, she went straight to the kitchen.

Jiang Jinhuan was indeed hungry. He hadn't eaten a single dish in the private room, so he didn't make a fuss. He washed his hands and went to the kitchen.

"Qingyi, have you eaten yet?"

"I've already eaten. Besides, I'm on a diet, so I can't afford to eat too much tonight!" Luo Qingyi said.

Jiang Jinhuan's gaze fell on Luo Qingyi. With that graceful figure, did she still need to lose weight?

Seemingly noticing Jiang Jinhuan's lecherous gaze, Luo Qingyi's ears flushed red.

But she didn't shy away; instead, she straightened her chest to make her curves even more prominent.

This time, it was Jiang Jinhuan's turn to turn red.

After the meal, Jiang Jin Huan took the initiative to clear the dishes.

Luo Qingyi had already gone to take a shower.

Just as he finished tidying up the kitchen, Luo Qingyi's voice suddenly rang out: "Jin Huan, I forgot my bath towel, could you bring it to me?"

Jiang Jinhuan quickly agreed.

She grabbed a bath towel and went to the bathroom door. "Sister Qingyi, here's the bath towel you wanted!"

The bathroom door opened, and a slender, fair arm stretched out from the crack in the door.

Jiang Jinhuan quickly handed over the bath towel.

My heart was pounding.

A short while later, the bathroom door opened again, and Luo Qingyi emerged wearing only a bath towel.

She didn't mind showing off her slender figure to Jiang Jinhuan without any hesitation.

Jiang Jinhuan felt a little dizzy, especially from the sight of her fair skin on her chest and her long, slender, white legs.

"Oh no, you have a nosebleed?" Luo Qingyi exclaimed, but there was a hint of schadenfreude in her exclamation.

Luo Qingyi took out a napkin and wiped Jiang Jinhuan's nosebleed.

But she seemed to have forgotten that she was only wrapped in a bath towel, and her fair skin was being openly exposed to Jiang Jinhuan less than a foot away.

Then Jiang Jinhuan felt his nosebleed flowing even more freely.

Luo Qingyi's silly laughter came from above.

Jiang Jin Huan was mortified and rushed into the bathroom.

Then he saw a splash of pink on the shelf.

……