Chapter 2: Nian's Family Raises a Daughter

  A slight itch on the lips, as if something had brushed against them. Frowning and raising her hand, "slap" - pain!

  She thought she was bitten by a mosquito, but when she woke up, there was nothing.

  Gu Qingheng didn't know when he left, his teaching time in school for a day was absolutely no more than an hour and a half. There was only her in the office, but the heating had not been turned off, and the temperature was just right.

  Lying comfortably on Qing's bed, but thinking of going back home tonight, had to get up and go back to the dormitory to change clothes.

  Girls' dormitory, four people in one room, messy to an unbearable degree.

  "Where have you been?" Yanzi asked while typing on the keyboard, asking Nianqing who had gone missing for a whole afternoon.

  "Go to the library and take a nap." Nian Qing took a sip of water and casually brushed it off.

  It can't be said that she slept for a whole afternoon in Gu Qingheng's office, can it? She was afraid that Yanzi couldn't withstand such a huge stimulus.

  "I thought you were bribed by Professor Gu." Yanzi smiled slyly.

  Qing smiled reluctantly and secretly sighed at Yanzi: "You still have the nerve to say that, after class was over you didn't even wake me up, no loyalty."

  "You think I don't want to wake you up? Professor Gu has been staring at you all along, and you can only blame your bad luck."

  "Cut the nonsense, hand over the money." Ning Qing stretched out her hand, her slender fingers and delicate palm were those of a thousand gold.

  "The exam questions sold for three thousand, we'll split it in half —" Yanzi handed the divided money to Nianqing: "Here's one thousand five hundred."

  "Next time you have an outside job, remember to call me." Nian Qing put away the money without counting it. She and Yan Zi were familiar with each other, having worked together since their freshman year selling practice problems to high school students, always dividing the earnings clearly.

  "I'm saying, Nian Qing, you're the second miss of the Nian family, how can you be so short on money?" Fei Yang asked in puzzlement. From freshman to senior year, Nian Qing had been either tutoring others, creating practice problems, or copying out reflection essays, trying every way possible to earn money.

  Isn't her family quite wealthy?

  "Fei Yang, shut up." Yanzi growled in a low voice, glancing at Nian Qing.

  Ning Qing smiled and didn't explain, changed her clothes, said goodbye to them, and left.

  Back home, it's naturally not about spending money, unfortunately, she is just an adopted daughter. As soon as she graduated from college, she would be sold out to marry, in other words, a chess piece.

  Money is something that her family won't give her much of, so she can only rely on herself to earn it.

  Got on a taxi, read out the address from Qingbao, then lowered his head, took out his mobile phone, and calculated his savings. The more he calculated, the cooler his heart became.

  Sighed, put away phone, out of sight, out of mind.

  As the taxi passed by Jinhu Road intersection, she couldn't help but look out of the window, an old house flashed by, he was no longer there.

  An hour later, arrived at Nian's home.

  She got off at Qingliu, tidied up her appearance, put on a pleasant smile, and rang the doorbell - she didn't have a house key.

  "Second Miss, the master and mistress are waiting for you." The servant opened the door with a slightly cold tone.

  Nian Qing nodded and smiled, hurrying into the house. In the living room, Nian Hai and Jiang Rong were both present, obviously, tonight's guest was not to be underestimated.

  "Mom and Dad, I'm back. Traffic jam on the road, so it's a bit late."

  Jiang Rong didn't get angry, but her tone was always sharp: "The person who came tonight is your sister's fiancé, you'd better behave and not embarrass us."

  "Yes." Nian Qing cleverly listened and took the tea cup from the servant, handing it to Jiang Rong.

  Jiang Rong took a sip of tea, moistened her throat, and spoke in a slightly slower tone: "What kind of clothes are you wearing? What brand is it? Hurry up and change into something more suitable upstairs."