The Female Assassin Pretends to Be a Lamb in the Campus

Chapter 48

“Really?” When Feng Teng heard this, his respect for Qiao Ying increased a few more points in his heart.

“Aren't you at No.7 Middle School? I went to look for you at No.7 Middle School more than ten times, but didn't find you even once.” Feng Wenzhong felt complicated emotions churning in his heart after having run over there in vain more than ten times: “Are you really at No.7 Middle School? How come Young Master Huo said he saw you in Beijing a few days ago.”

"Who is this Young Master Huo again?" Xu's Father wondered. What was this girl's background?

Qiao Ying ignored Feng Wenzhong and said to Feng Teng: “Mayor Feng, I won't be eating this meal. I'll treat you next time when I'm free.”

After speaking, she was about to leave. Her foot had just moved when Qiao Ying suddenly smiled and looked at Ye Jingning's father: “You are Chairperson Ye, right?”

"I, I am." The suddenly addressed Chairperson Ye hurriedly responded.

Qiao Ying: “When doing business with others, you have to be vigilant, or you could easily be backstabbed if your partner's character is questionable.”

Third Uncle's heart thumped, and his expression changed drastically.

“Miss Qiao is right.” How could Chairperson Ye not understand Qiao Ying's implication? He was very willing to go with the flow and sell Feng Teng this favor.

After Qiao Ying finished speaking, she left.

Qiao Yi hurried to catch up.

“Hey, don’t go. I haven’t finished speaking yet.” Feng Wenzhong was about to chase after her but was stopped by his father.

Then Feng Teng went after her himself: “Miss Qiao, let me walk you out.”

“Chairperson Ye, when you’re free, how about I treat you to a meal?” Qiao Shengxiang smiled obsequiously as he tentatively said to Chairperson Ye.

But the other party rejected him coldly: “No need.”

Qiao Shengxiang's heart sank as he started to panic: “Chairperson Ye...”

But the other party completely ignored him and left with his daughter to look for Feng Teng.

Xu's Father also called his son Xu Mingchen to leave together.

This left the blank-minded Qiao family standing in place.

After a long time, Qiao's father said in a daze: “Little Ying knows our mayor?”

After sending the guests out, the group went upstairs.

“Dad, why did you stop me just now? I finally found her, I hadn’t even finished speaking yet.” In the elevator, Feng Wenzhong complained dissatisfiedly to his father.

“I’ll tell you when we get home, I’ll tell you when we get home.” Feng Teng whispered as he secretly patted his son's hand: “I have Miss Qiao's contact information. I’ll give it to you when we get home, and you can give it to Young Master Huo.”

“Really?” When Feng Wenzhong heard this, his anger dissipated. “Dad, why did you call her Miss Qiao? Do you know her too?”

"I'll tell you when we get home, I'll tell you when we get home." Feng Teng signaled his son with his eyes.

Seeing Feng Teng being all secretive, Xu's Father couldn't help but ask, "Old Feng, what's the story with that Miss Qiao?"

Feng Teng just laughed: "You don't recognize her."

Xu's Father wasn't so easily dismissed. He laughed along: "You didn't say how you knew I don't recognize her. What, are you hiding this from me too?"

Feng Teng had no choice but to act mysteriously: "That Miss Qiao..." He waved his hand. "I dare not discuss, I dare not discuss."

Feng Teng didn't want to share something so good with others.

Not daring to discuss? Which president's daughter could it be? By saying this, Feng Teng made people even more curious.

"Mingchen just said that Miss Qiao is from No.7 Middle School--Mingchen, have you seen her at your school before?" Xu's Father immediately asked his son.

Xu Mingchen, who was at a loss as to how to answer, was saved when the elevator dinged open at that moment.

A simple dinner party now left several people lost in their own thoughts because of a mysteriously backgroundned Qiao Ying.

The moment they got in the car after the dinner ended, Xu's Father continued to ask about Qiao Ying.

When he asked his son again about his relationship with Qiao Ying, Xu Mingchen, who had always detested Qiao Ying and even seen being pursued by her as an "embarrassment", no longer reacted with the same reluctance to speak of it as before.

He said: "She, she used to bring me breakfast."

Xu's Father's eyes lit up: "Does that girl like you?"

"That was all in the past. She's different now than she was before." After saying the second half of this sentence, Xu Mingchen felt inexplicably downhearted without realizing it himself.

At the same time, he also slowly started recalling Qiao Ying's changes.

"So what? Feeling during one's school days are the purest and also the hardest to let go of and forget. She must still have feelings for you."

If it had been anyone else saying before that Qiao Ying still liked him, Xu Mingchen would have definitely reacted with a "How boring."

But now, not only did Xu Mingchen not have an averse reaction, he even took his father's words to heart, and his heart even rose with...anticipation?

"Let's not talk about what kind of background that girl has. Just looking at her looks, she's quite a beauty. Go home and contact her later, ask what school she's applying to. Even if you don't end up at the same one, with your high school classmate relationship, plus you're both from Yuncheng, the relationship will definitely develop further since you're also such an outstanding son of mine."

Xu's Father spoke very clearly, telling his son Xu Mingchen to pursue Qiao Ying.

Although Xu's Father didn't know why Feng Teng treated Qiao Ying that way and couldn't guess at the relationship behind it, he did know about the mighty and powerful Huo family in Beijing that his son had mentioned.

It was the same situation on Ye Jingning's side.

The moment they got in the car, she was bombarded with questions from her father asking if she knew Qiao Ying and telling her to find a way to befriend Qiao Ying and become besties.

Listening to her father address Qiao Ying as "Miss Qiao" over and over, Ye Jingning felt irritated. Unable to endure it, she directly said: "Dad, stop talking. It was this Miss Qiao who brought gangsters to school and caused me to end up like this!"

Her father, who had been rambling on and guessing Qiao Ying's identity, was stunned when he heard this.

On Feng Teng's side:

He learned from his son about the relationship between Qiao Ying and Huo Chengdong.

Knowing his son's calibre well, Feng Teng didn't dare have his son pursue Qiao Ying, but told him to find a way to connect with Qiao Ying.

He guessed that Qiao Ying would definitely attend university in Beijing.

He had to find a way, even if it meant selling the family fortune, to send his son to university in Beijing, even if it was some third-rate university there.

After eating her fill with Qiao Ying, Qiao Yi headed home under the moonlight and cool breeze.

Seeing that Qiao Ying seemed to be in a slightly better mood, Qiao Yi couldn't help but ask: "Sis, was that Mayor Feng's son just now? How does he know you too? And who's that Young Master Huo he mentioned?"

"Someone insignificant."

"Oh."

"Has there been any change or feeling in your legs recently?" Qiao Ying asked.

"Yes, it feels like I can exert force now." Qiao Yi immediately said, hope glimmering in his eyes.

"Soak your feet after taking your medicine when you get home. I'll give you acupuncture after you're done soaking." Qiao Ying said.

"Acupuncture? You mean..."

"Acupunture therapy."

"Sis, you know acupuncture?" Qiao Yi's eyes widened.

By the time Qiao Yi finished his medicine and soaking his feet, it was already ten o'clock.

Qiao Yi had just dried his feet when Qiao Ying pushed open his door and walked in, holding a small cloth bundle and a piece of paper that seemed to have something drawn on it.

Qiao Ying put the paper aside and opened the acupuncture kit in her hand.

Seeing the rows of slender silver needles inside, Qiao Yi couldn't help feeling nervous.

"Do I lie down?" Even though he had no idea when Qiao Ying had learned acupuncture, Qiao Yi still unconditionally believed in her.

"Sitting will do. Roll up your pant legs. I'll teach you later and you can learn to prick yourself. Once you've learned, you can self-administer." Qiao Ying said as she crouched down.

"Will this process take very long?" Qiao Yi wondered if he would have to prick himself for two to three years, which was why Qiao Ying wanted him to learn.

But Qiao Ying said: "I have something to do and need to go out for a bit. Leaving tomorrow, quite far.

"Where are you going? When will you be back?"

"Somewhere you don't know. Can't say for sure when I'll be back. Summer break is so long, I can't just stay home and waste it." As Qiao Ying spoke, she pinched a needle. "I'm starting."

"Relax, don't be nervous. It won't hurt."

"Even if it hurts, I'm not afraid." Qiao Yi said.

Qiao Ying began the acupuncture session. Her technique was skilled and effortless as always, carrying a casual ease unlike those bearded old Chinese medicine practicioners. No matter how one looked at it, she didn't seem like someone who knew acupuncture.

As Qiao Ying administered the needles, she explained to Qiao Yi the name and location of each acupoint and the technique and depth for needling each point.

The level of pain Qiao Ying could endure was clearly beyond what ordinary people could comprehend.

Qiao Yi was in so much pain that beads of sweat began to form on his temples. This pain was not the slight pricking sensation of needles, but the deep, bone-wrenching kind.

Qiao Yi gritted his teeth and endured it, phone in hand, taking notes and recordings. From the initial nervousness to the growing sense of hope later on.

After one foot had been needled to resemble a porcupine, Qiao Ying stood up and handed him the paper she had just drawn on: "This is an acupoint map I just sketched."

Qiao Yi took it, incredulous, and asked between heavy breaths: "Sis, how are you so amazing? You even know acupuncture."

Qiao Ying: "Remember it well. Ask me later if you don't understand anything. Don't just stick needles in randomly."

"Got it."

Half an hour later, Qiao Ying started removing the needles: "The order and timing for removing needles should match insertion. Don't mess it up."

Qiao Yi listened attentively.

After giving all necessary instructions, Qiao Ying returned to her room.

She turned on her computer and found an encrypted message from someone.

It was from Ye Si.