Then, because she saw him with Ye Wanqing, Chiang Xiao mistakenly thought he was the same type of person as Deng Qingjiang, also enamored by Ye Wanqing, which is why she disliked him so much, right?
That explains it!
Otherwise, how could Chiang Xiao dislike him for no reason? Why wouldnât she listen to his explanations?
So this is the relationship between Deng Qingjiang and Ye Wanqing!
One is her uncle, and the other is her classmate and roommate. Itâs definitely hard to accept.
Chen Kaijin clenched her teeth, "Are you saying Chiang Xiao knows about this too?"
"She definitely knows, otherwise why would Chiang Xiao dislike Ye Wanqing so much?"
"She dislikes Ye Wanqing too?" Chen Kaijin said, "Alright then, letâs go to their school!"
Chen Kaijin thought for a moment and searched around.
She actually found several sets of Ye Wanqingâs intimate clothing, quite different from the conservative cotton lingerie that was common at the time; hers were thin silk, with little ribbons and such, even causing Chen Liting to blush.
"Shameless, lowly vixen!" Chen Kaijin cursed vehemently, then packed the intimate clothing into a bag, and searched through a small drawer. She found one drawer with a small lock and immediately ordered someone to break it open.
The contents of the drawer were Ye Wanqingâs treasured possessions: gold jewelry, a jade bracelet, and even several photographs of her and Deng Qingjiang.
In the photos, she wore a qipao and he wore a Zhongshan suit; they looked very intimate.
"Well, these are the trendy wedding photos, arenât they?" Chen Kaijin was furious, "Looks like they even want to get married? Theyâre really thick-skinned, how can they take such photos at a studio?"
She packed those items too, took the photos, and stormed out of the door, heading straight to the art academy.
"Principal, I donât even know who that person really is, really, you have to believe me!" Ye Wanqing was still arguing in the principalâs office.
"Is that so? But I heard that you helped arrange for one of your roommates to work at Mr. Dengâs family business?"
The principal gently tapped the desk, looking at Ye Wanqing, said, "I heard you even hit a classmate?"
How...how did he even know about this?
Thinking of Xie Landi, Ye Wanqing bit her lower lip, suddenly feeling a bit panicked.
"Nothing like that happened, Principal, I did help my roommate, but wasnât that just being helpful, wasnât it a good thing?"
Listening to her, a few people present couldnât help but want to laugh.
Offering help is good, but how easy is it to find a job these days?
For students like them still in school, others wouldnât dare hire them easily, what if something happened, what if it disrupted their studies?
If it werenât for her close relationship with Deng Qingjiang, how easily could someone arrange for someone to get a job like that?
The principal turned his head to the director and said, "Old Zhao, have someone bring over that classmate too."
"Okay."
Seeing Director Zhao go out to find the person, Ye Wanqingâs eyes reddened again.
"Principal, I really havenât done anything to tarnish the schoolâs reputation..."
"Weâll leave that for a moment, but then thereâs the issue of you passing off someone elseâs painting as your own and submitting it to the academy for exhibition â how do you explain that?"
For the school, this matter is even more serious than her affair with Deng Qingjiang.
Because their art academyâs main focus is on art itself.
If their students are taking othersâ paintings for exhibition, wouldnât that make them a laughing stock?