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Chapter 88: Chapter 88 I thought you were mad and ignoring me



Chapter 88: Chapter 88 I thought you were mad and ignoring me

Liu Ou's consoling made Luo Yanran feel a little better, and she decided that when she video-called Xie Xiao later, they could chat about it.

Or perhaps discuss it tomorrow over a meal together.

Originally, Xie Xiao had planned to take her home every night,

but Luo Yanran had declined because their homes were in opposite directions, and it was too much of a waste of time.

Xie Xiao couldn't argue with her and eventually gave up.

However, the idea she had of chatting with Xie Xiao during the video call fell through.

Because as soon as Xie Qingxiao got home, he was intercepted by Xie Qingjiao waiting in the living room.

Xie Qingjiao pointed to the sugared water on the table, "Just made it, want some?"

Xie Xiao smiled, sat down opposite him, and asked, "My mom's on the night shift again?"

"You don't know that Dr. Yang from your family works night shifts 360 out of 365 days a year?" Xie Qingjiao sighed, "She's been even busier since she became a deputy director these past two years."

His tone was full of affection.

After all, it pained him to see his wife so busy she couldn't even find time to eat properly.

Xie Xiao looked at him and smiled.

In fact, influenced by his parents, Xie Xiao placed great importance on his significant other.

Unconditional respect and trust, that was also one of the reasons why he was so blindly infatuated with Zhou Mianmian before.

He truly treated her like his own girlfriend, spoiling her.

At the thought of this, inevitably, his thoughts turned to Teacher Luo Yan, who was still angry, and Xie Xiao couldn't help but sigh.

At that moment, Xie Qingjiao looked at him, "Xiao Xie~"

"What's up, old Xie? Heart-to-heart talk?" As soon as he heard this title, Xie Xiao knew Xie Qingjiao was likely looking to have a serious talk with him.

He quickly finished the sugared water and then sat up straight, looking at him.

In his heart, he already guessed that it probably had to do with Luo Yanran, whom he saw at home the day before.

After all, it was the first time he had brought a "female" friend home.

Sure enough, after giving him a look, Xie Qingjiao began, "That Luo Yanran from yesterday? Your senior? The one who repeated a year?"

Xie Xiao nodded, his expression composed, "I like her."

Xie Qingjiao was momentarily choked up, looking at his forthright son, "Weren't you quite fond of that Zhou student before?"

How did the child suddenly switch to liking someone else?

He seemed so obsessed with that young classmate before.

He even spent his scholarship on that girl.

Because of this, his wife had opinions on it too.

It wasn't that they begrudged the money; they had agreed that Xie Xiao's scholarship was his own, to spend however he liked.

The main issue was that Dr. Yang felt it was off-putting for a girl so young to spend so much of Xie Xiao's money.

But Xie Qingjiao thought, when a boy likes a girl, of course, he would want to give her the best of everything.

When it comes to matters of affection, parents should not interfere; it just doesn't feel right.

Dr. Yang, despite her discontent, indeed never interfered.

Come to think of it, he hadn't heard his son mention that Zhou student lately either.

But now, suddenly, there's a senior? Has he not had a heart-to-heart with his son for too long?

Xie Xiao chuckled, "That classmate from before, she didn't like me, so I let it be. Matters of the heart can't be forced, the senior is really nice."

"No, son, we can't be like this," Xie Qingjiao was shocked, "The senior is nice, so you like her? There are plenty of nice girls out there..."

Can you like all of them?

Xie Xiao felt it was difficult to explain.

Is this also what many people think?

"You decide you don't like someone and you don't like them, then suddenly you like them?"

Xie Qingxiao sighed as he saw his son fall silent; he didn't dwell on the matter further. "Are the feelings of you young people always so... fickle?"

He paused and continued, "Who you like is your choice, but you can't be reckless, son. Your mother and I don't hinder you from making friends, but you have to be sensible!"

Xie Qingxiao had seen quite clearly the panic between the two when he pushed the door open yesterday.

Not to mention, the girl's face was flushing red, and her lips were even reflective.

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How many years had he been a homeroom teacher?

He could see right through these reactions of adolescents.

The only reason he didn't expose them was out of consideration for the young girl.

Now as he looked at his son, his tone grew stern, "Although you're adults now, it's still your senior year of high school, and you must distinguish what you should and shouldn't do, okay?"

Xie Xiao answered reluctantly, "Dad, I know..."

"You know and you still bring a girl home to kiss?" Xie Qingxiao retorted.

Xie Xiao remained silent.

He stared at Xie Qingxiao for a while and then sighed. "Dad, I really didn't intend to do anything, and I'm not a hoodlum..."

Xie Qingxiao raised his hand to signal him to pause, "Whether you're a hoodlum or not, you know in your heart. I'm just saying, what is our family's principle of harmony?"

Xie Xiao sighed, "Freedom and equality!"

"Right, you remember that, and so do we. I'm just saying. As for matters of the heart, we can't be sure at the moment. You, wait until things are certain before you talk to us about it," Xie Qingxiao picked up his cup and stood up. "That's all I'm going to say. You don't like to hear too much anyway, just be sure of yourself, that's all."

Xie Xiao really wanted to explain and tell his dad that he was overthinking it.

His feelings for Luo Yanran were genuine.

But clearly, his father had started to doubt his approach to relationships because of his recent statements, switching from not liking someone to liking another so quickly.

In the end, Xie Xiao could only let out a sigh. "I understand. I'll bring her home for dinner after graduation."

Xie Qingxiao glanced at him and responded, "Okay, your mother and I will be waiting. Now hurry up, take a shower and go to bed."

Then he picked up the bowl Xie Xiao had finished eating from and went into the kitchen.

Xie Xiao sighed and headed to his room.

It felt like he could finish sighing for an entire week today.

Upon entering his room, he glanced at his phone.

He realized that Luo Yanran had sent him a message about thirty minutes ago, "Can we talk? Video chat soon?"

Xie Xiao hadn't noticed earlier and quickly replied, "Sure, I was just talking to my dad."

A video call notification popped up from the other end almost immediately.

Xie Xiao hit the answer button and then Luo Yanran's aggrieved face appeared on the screen, her eyes still a bit red,

"Xie Xiao, I thought you were angry and weren't talking to me..."

Xie Xiao, feeling heartbroken at the sight of her like this, hurriedly explained, "I'm not. Right when I got home, my dad called me over, and I didn't see the message. Otherwise, I would have told you in advance."

Luo Yanran's eyes were still a bit red. She had been waiting all this time since Xie Xiao didn't reply to her message.

She was scared that he was angry and would ignore her. She wrote and rewrote little scripts, but none felt right, so she didn't send any.

She wasn't someone prone to tears, but just now, they fell uncontrollably.

No matter how mature she acted, she was still an eighteen-year-old girl, experiencing love for the first time.

She was filled with insecurities and doubts about herself.

Finally getting a reply from Xie Xiao, her hands shook as she clicked to start the video call.

Fortunately, Xie Xiao accepted, now looking at her with a face full of compassion.

Luo Yanran sniffled, "Xie Xiao, please don't be mad and ignore me, okay?"

Her voice was soft and full of boundless grievance.


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