Back to youth, the child's mother became a female president

The three brothers were still on their way to search, and Hua Tingjue suddenly held up his chin and speculated: "Hiss, you think...will she go to find Shuyu?"

Wen Yanlin frowned and subconsciously expressed his doubt: "Ah? Impossible."

Song Yian nodded carefully, "Well, it's possible."

"Then let's go take a look."

When they arrived at the arts and physical education class, Jiang Wangshu happened to pass by the door and went back to get his schoolbag.

Hua Tingjue caught sight of her figure as soon as he looked up, and quickly chased after her, grabbing Jiang Wangshu's sleeve and asking, "Hey, where have you been?"

"Blow the air."

Hearing this answer, Hua Tingjue was stunned: "Ah?"

Under the puzzled looks of the three people, Jiang Wangshu walked towards the international class.

"What does she mean?"

"Brother Jue, you ask me how I know?"

"Where is Yi'an?" Hua Tingjue had no choice but to look at Song Yi'an.

"Where did she come from just now?"

Hua Tingjue raised his chin and pointed: "There."

Song Yian looked towards the rooftop, left a message and ran over there, "You guys go check on Jiang Wangshu first, I'll be back soon."

Hua Tingjue: "Where are you going?"

"What?" Both of them were acting weird, and the double confusion made Wen Yanlin unable to help but scratch his brain. Can't smart people speak frankly?

Hearing the dull and unbridled crying coming from the rooftop, the crying seemed to carry endless sadness and pain. Song Yian stopped and did not rush in immediately.

It was not until the crying gradually became weaker and finally disappeared completely that Song Yian thought about whether he should go up and take a look. Finally, after some inner struggle, he took a deep breath and gently pushed open the door to the rooftop.

The moment the door opened, a cold wind blew in, brushing Song Yian's face, and sure enough, he saw a familiar figure.

He took out his handkerchief and handed it over.

"Are you ok?"

Ning Shuyu didn't look up, but took the handkerchief from his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

……

In the classroom, Jiang Wangshu took his schoolbag and prepared to leave. Hua Tingjue kept asking, "No, where did you go just now?"

"Accumulate good deeds and perform virtues." Jiang Wangshu answered him with his eyelids raised a little tiredly.

"What kind of virtue do you mean? How can you make people feel confused when you talk?"

Jiang Wangshu suddenly stopped and stared at him.

"Why are you so carefree?"

What a harsh question! Hua Tingjue took a deep breath.

After thinking carefully, he replied: "Ah... this, I... maybe it's because I don't lack anything."

But he lost his composure the next second, "After all, I am handsome, rich, have a good personality, have a good figure, emotional intelligence, brains... and money," he added after stopping abruptly.

I smiled embarrassedly, "Hehe..."

The corner of Jiang Wangshu's mouth twitched. She shouldn't have asked such a question.

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"Nothing, I just think a lot of people aren't as lucky as you."

"Of course, there's no one like me in Beijing!"

"Shut up." Hearing his tone of bragging again, Jiang Wangshu immediately stopped him.

Hua Tingjue pursed his lips awkwardly, "Oh."

……

After a while, the phone in Song Yian's pocket rang. It was Hua Tingjue calling, probably asking him where he was.

Song Yian answered the phone: "Hello, Ajue."

Hua Tingjue asked about the situation: "Yi An, where have you been? Do you need our help? Otherwise, we have to go back. Your driver is also outside."

Song Yian replied: "Yeah, I'll be back soon."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yian waited for Ning Shuyu to calm down before asking her gently, "Are you going home?"

Ning Shuyu's eyes were swollen like peach kernels, and she nodded: "Yeah."

Song Yian didn't ask her what happened, but just picked up the things she put on the ground, turned around and said, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

The two said goodbye at the school gate. Ning Shuyu looked at him and said, "Thank you."

Song Yian joked: "This thank you should be attributed to me because of her, right?"

Ning Shuyu understood what he meant. She pursed her lips, smiled and nodded.

When she returned home, she had wiped away her tears, re-dressed and dressed, and when she saw her mother Fu Meixi, she greeted her with a smile, just like usual.

"Mom, I want to change classes."

"what?"

"I want to transfer to the international class. Don't you also want me to apply to a prestigious foreign university?"

Fu Meixi looked at her suspiciously, "You want to continue hanging out with Hua Tingjue and the others, right? I don't agree!"

Ning Shuyu's voice was gentle and moving: "Mom, isn't it that I approach them to expand my network? There is no easier way than this, and I will work hard to apply to the school."

Seeing that she was as well-behaved as before, Fu Meixi temporarily dispelled her doubts. What big things could a child accomplish? She waved her hand like alms: "Okay."

Before Ning Shuyu went upstairs, she reminded him as usual: "But you have to study hard and stop thinking about other things all day long."

"Do you understand?"

"understood."

Ning Shuyu looked at her quietly. They wanted her to be a well-behaved and sensible puppet, a delicate and flawless work of art, but she wanted to destroy their wishes.

……

It must be said that the Ning family is still fast. Ning Shuyu successfully enrolled in the international class on Monday.

Everyone was shocked.

Holy shit, this is the famous literary goddess in the school. Even Ning Shuyu has transferred to the international class. And with the academic god Jiang Wangshu in charge, the international class is simply amazing.

Ning Shuyu, who had just arrived at the international class, took two steps forward when she saw Jiang Wangshu and called softly, "Wangshu."

This address surprised Jiang Wangshu. She frowned and looked up at her, then hummed in response after a moment.

Hua Tingjue frowned slightly, but he suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and welcomed Ning Shuyu with a smile, "Welcome to join the international class."

Ning Shuyu: "Thank you."

Ning Shuyu finally sat in front of Jiang Wangshu and Hua Tingjue.

When the bell rang, she turned around and saw Jiang Wangshu standing up, smiling sweetly, her beautiful eyes moving, "Wangshu, do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Jiang Wangshu: “Yeah.”

"Can I join you then?"

Jiang Wangshu neither refused nor agreed. Ning Shuyu took it as her consent and walked out with her smilingly.

"Huh~"

Seeing Ning Shuyu following Jiang Wangshu closely like a shadow, Hua Tingjue suddenly exclaimed for some reason.

Then, he felt as if his head was hit hard by a heavy hammer, and the memories that were buried deep in his mind surged out like a tide.

I vaguely remember that in her previous life, Shuyu married a British aristocrat and gradually cut off ties with the country. Later, she appeared in the public eye again because she was divorced and had a passionate love affair with a female president.

Female president.

In love.

Fuck, it’s over.

a bolt from the blue!