Chapter 11

Not long after Jiang Yurou entered the office, Chen Qingruo pushed the door open and came in. "Good morning, Teacher Jiang!" Jiang Yurou nodded. "Morning!" She had never interacted with Chen Qingruo, so she didn't understand why she came to her office early in the morning. Chen Qingruo walked to Li Xinlan's seat opposite her and sat down. "When did Mr. Jiang buy a house on the parasol bank?" Jiang Yurou was stunned by her words. She immediately understood. The water bank of the parasol tree was a high-class residential area, and a house was worth tens of millions. Last night, when Mo Yichen asked her about her address in the car, she subconsciously told him the address of her and Mo Yichen's residence. However, she did not expect Chen Qingruo to listen to her. She could not blame Chen Qingruo for being surprised. With her own salary, she probably could not live in such a high-class house in this life. "Miss Chen, you misunderstood me. I just went there to visit a friend! She explained quickly. "Is that so?" Chen Qingruo looked at her suspiciously. She had always felt very uncomfortable when she saw Mo Yichen send Jiang Yurou away last night. If not for the fact that she did not see the wedding ring on Mo Yichen's hand, she did not believe that Mo Yichen was married. It was impossible for someone like Mo Yichen to not be interested in marriage at all. There had always been girls courting Mo Yichen when he was in college. She guessed that the reason why he wore the wedding ring was because he was afraid of being pestered. After all, there were too many flower butterflies around him. Chen Qingruo had always been picky and picky about men. She had once had a crush on Mo Yichen, but at that time, only Xu Xiaoya had never appeared in Mo Yichen's eyes. During Mo Yichen's speech, the principal asked her to receive him. This time, Mo Yichen did not turn a blind eye to her as before. Instead, he had a different feeling about her. Chen Qingruo had always been confident in her beauty. Back then, she did not have anything to do with Mo Yichen at school. She had always thought that it was too late for her to get to know him. If she had appeared earlier, it would not have been Xu Xiaoya's turn. In order to read Mo Yichen's mind, she offered to take the students to his company for an interview. After the interview, she didn't expect that Mo Yichen would actually ask to send them back to school. She didn't expect that Mo Yichen didn't continue to park at the school gate after sending them back. She did not believe that Mo Yichen had parked the car at the school gate because he was bored. The only possibility was that he had an idea about her. Mo Yichen had readily agreed to her invitation to dinner. During the meal, he took good care of her, which made Chen Qingruo's heart flutter. After dinner, she was looking forward to the future development of Mo Yichen and her. She did not expect that Mo Yichen would see Jiang Yurou, who was waiting for her. Because Mo Yichen stopped the car to say hello, she said that she would send Jiang Yurou off. It turned out to be polite, but she did not expect that Mo Yichen would take the initiative to open the door. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Mo Yichen's initiative towards Jiang Yurou. Although Chen Qingruo was very confident in her beauty, this confidence wasn't strong in front of Jiang Yurou. Chen Qingruo knew very well that people like Mo Yichen would not be so attentive to a single person. Even though it was not obvious that he was attentive to Jiang Yurou, as a woman, she still felt threatened. She could not stop Mo Yichen from being attentive to Jiang Yurou, so she could only turn her attention to Jiang Yurou. Therefore, after Jiang Yurou got into the car, she deliberately showed her intimacy with Mo Yichen. She only wanted to prove to Jiang Yurou that her relationship with Mo Yichen was extraordinary. Jiang Yurou was very quiet. She didn't seem to be interested in Mo Yichen at all, which made her feel a little relieved. However, before her heart settled down, something bad happened.