CHAPTER 540: 212 I LIED TO YOU, IT REALLY DOESN’T HURT_3

The ringtone was sharp and piercing.

Liu Runxi glanced at his phone.

As expected.

He sneered lightly at the corner of his mouth.

He hung up the call.

At that moment, Helian Yi’s WeChat message came through.

——What’s going on? You’re hurt?

She was always like this, spreading even the tiniest matters for everyone to hear.

Liu Runxi’s fingers landed on the keyboard to reply —— It’s nothing, just a minor injury, already taken care of.

Helian Yi, with her extensive connections, had already learned the whole story.

——Alright, my uncle will make sure justice is served.

Injuring her young nephew, this debt won’t be easily settled.

Liu Runxi set his phone to silent mode and placed it back into his backpack.

As Meng Junzhu walked a few steps, another call came in. This time, her expression visibly became more serious.

She looked up at Liu Runxi.

"It’s Mrs. Liu."

Almost forgot about this one.

Knowing Mrs. Liu’s temperament, once she hears that Liu Runxi got injured, she would probably turn the entire company’s headquarters upside down.

Liu Runxi frowned slightly.

Meng Junzhu took the phone and moved aside cautiously, apologizing profusely after answering.

Whatever Helian Yu said on the phone remained unknown to Shen You’an and Liu Runxi, but the expression on Meng Junzhu’s face didn’t look at ease at all.

Finally, after apologizing so profusely for what felt like an entire lifetime, Meng Junzhu hung up and walked back.

Meng Junzhu visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Dealing with Mrs. Liu was more exhausting than doing a full day of housework.

The main group was scheduled for a flight at four in the afternoon, and the three of them, at this point, wouldn’t make it in time.

Meng Junzhu instructed Guo Qun to lead the team back, while she stayed behind to help Shen You’an and Liu Runxi reschedule their tickets back to Qingzhou.

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Beiqi Hotel.

Students from De Ren High School gathered in the hotel lobby to take a bus to the airport.

Yu Ruohuan had a private car, opting not to travel with the others on the bus.

Her classmates were already accustomed to this arrangement; no one dared to say anything.

Yu Ruohuan wasn’t in a hurry to return to Jingzhou. At that moment, she was lounging in a rocking chair on the open-air balcony, a glass of freshly squeezed juice by her side, casually swiping through a tablet.

"Miss." Jiao Long walked over, standing behind Yu Ruohuan.

Yu Ruohuan picked up the juice and took a leisurely sip.

"Has everything been cleaned up?"

"Don’t worry, Miss. This time there won’t be any mistakes."

Yu Ruohuan sneered coldly, "What a pity, she managed to escape yet again."

Thinking about Liu Runxi, who had stepped in for her, Yu Ruohuan was filled with frustration.

Liu Runxi, Liu Runxi—she mulled over the name through gritted teeth.

The scene of Helian Yu’s groveling at the matriarch’s birthday celebration was still fresh in her memory. The calculations hidden behind her gaze were crystal clear to Yu Ruohuan.

What’s the Liu family’s worth? Not even fit to tie the shoes for the Yu family. Such delusions.

And yet...

She thought about Liu Runxi’s talent and appearance, entirely on par with Gu Bichen. His academic achievements even surpassed those that the Gu family had nurtured in Gu Bichen—a gap that may seem small on paper but proves to be an unbridgeable chasm between champions.

This indicated that Liu Runxi’s talent far exceeded that of Gu Bichen.

After all, Gu Bichen ranked last among the gold medalists this time. She even suspected that if Gu Bichen weren’t from the Gu family, it would be uncertain if he could even qualify for a medal at all.

This young Liu Runxi, whom she had never paid attention to before—turns out she had underestimated him.

She couldn’t allow something she didn’t want to fall into someone else’s hands.

If Helian Yu knew that her beloved son was bending over backward for an orphan, her expression would certainly be amusing.

Between attacking directly and using someone else’s blade, Yu Ruohuan much preferred the latter.

"The eldest daughter of the Yu family and an orphan—what do you think Helian Yu would choose, given her shrewdness?"

Jiao Long remained silent, standing like a wooden post.

In front of Miss, the more words you spoke, the faster you died.

Yu Ruohuan didn’t expect an answer from Jiao Long. She fiddled with her exquisite nails, her eyes slightly downcast. Her delicate and pretty face was stunning but carried an unsettling coldness.

A knock sounded at the door.

Yu Ruohuan nodded slightly.

Jiao Long walked over to open the door.

Jing Zhan stepped in, grinning and saying, "Sister Yu, let’s go out and play."

Yu Ruohuan looked as if she was in a good mood.

"Where do you want to go?"

Jing Zhan’s eyes darted about, "I heard Qingzhou has a mountain called Qingxia Mountain. There’s a Taoist temple at the top, and in the winter when it snows, the clouds and golden summit are breathtaking. I also heard the temple’s divinations are extremely accurate. Qingzhou used to be so far away, but from Chunzhou, it’s much closer now. Shall we go check it out?"

Yu Ruohuan smiled at her, "A subtle goal behind straightforward words."

Jing Zhan only chuckled cheekily.

Yu Ruohuan lowered her gaze, pondering for a moment. When she lifted her head, she said resignedly, "Alright then."

She glanced at Jiao Long, "Go make the arrangements."

Jiao Long complied and left expressionlessly.

Jing Zhan’s eyes glimmered with cunning.

Having grown up alongside Yu Ruohuan, she could read her intentions like an open book.

She had known Yu Ruohuan would agree to her proposal.