Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

"It's not easy to enter the First Research Institute. Are you ready?"

Xie Tingyun seemed to be especially familiar with the First Research Institute. Without waiting for the girl to answer, she supported herself up. "Wait for me."

After walking to the bookshelf and returning with a few books, she stuffed them into the girl's hands. "These are all professional books that will be used for the assessment. They have my notes on them. Read them first and tell me if there's anything you don't understand. I'll explain them to you."

She was afraid that Qiao Nian wouldn't want them, so she stuffed them into her arms.

Qiao Nian only glanced at the books. They were basically books related to nuclear principles and black gunpowder. Among them were two hard-shell notebooks. It was obvious that they were Xie Tingyun's precious notes.

She pursed her lips and did not know how to speak for a moment. She only whispered, "Thank you."

Xie Tingyun pursed her lips and smiled. Her sickly face lit up. She knew that Qiao Nian would definitely go back and quickly prepare for the assessment, so she urged her to leave.

Qiao Nian bumped into Nan Tianyi on the way out.

His expression was gentle and his attitude was warm.

"Miss Qiao, are you going back? Do you want me to get someone to send you back?"

Qiao Nian was no longer staying in the hotel, so she pulled down the strap of her shoulder bag and politely rejected his kindness. "No need. My friend will come to pick me up." Nan Tianyi immediately smiled and said, "Your boyfriend is here?"

Qiao Nian was originally quite calm, but upon his teasing, her expression became a little uncomfortable.

She paused, her tone light and slow. In the end, she did not deny it. "Yes, he's waiting for me outside."

Nan Tianyi had long guessed that the person who had been waiting for Qiao Nian outside half a month ago was her boyfriend.

However, Qiao Nian finally admitted that person's identity.

Nan Tianyi pondered for a moment and then said hesitantly, "...Miss Qiao, actually, Ji Nan is not a bad person."

"Huh? What's not bad?" Qiao Nian didn't understand what he meant at first and was a little casual.

The back of her head tightened when she did. Without thinking, she immediately said, "Don't say that. I don't have that kind of relationship with him." She and Ji Nan...

Just the thought gave Qiao Nian goosebumps. "...It's impossible for Ji Nan and me. It's impossible forever!"

Forget it if it was impossible.

She even added the word 'forever'.

Nan Tianyi felt a little regretful, but he respected Qiao Nian's thoughts. He smiled and nodded gently. " don't think that kid is worthy of f you, either."

"It's not that..." Qiao Nian did not know how to explain it to him. It was mainly because it was not easy to explain this matter.

She did not have that kind of relationship with Ji Nan!

She believed that Ji Nan did not have that intention, either.

Nan Tianyi misunderstood. "I know. You don't have to be embarrassed. I just mentioned it casually. I won't tell that kid that you rejected him." Qiao Nian was frustrated. The corners of her eyes were filled with anger, and she was even more at a loss for words.

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Qiao Nian used the excuse of answering the call to interrupt Nan Tianyi and quickly left.

Nan Tianyi watched the girl leave. He took out his phone and sent a message to Ji Nan, who was implicated thousands of miles away.

At home, Nan was getting up when he received the message. He had just filled a glass with water

and

taken a sip. Before he could swallow it, he saw Nan Tianyi's message.

[You were rejected.]

"Pfft!" He spat out a mouthful of water and looked at it carefully to make sure that his eyes were not playing

tricks on him. His uncle-in-law had indeed sent 'you were rejected'.

Ji Nan rubbed his temples with a confused expression as he stared at his cellphone. He knew that he had never confessed to anyone before. How could he have been rejected?

How was he rejected?

Who rejected him?