The Fake Heiress' Seven Brothers Pampers Her

Chapter 69: The Repaired Computer

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

After school that afternoon, perhaps because of Yan Hanxi’s male protagonist aura, Wu Yu ran to her and said dejectedly, “Sister Jing, the notebook that the nanny sent over accidentally got wet.”

He Jing let out an ‘ah’ and asked him with a frown, “Is it serious?”

“It’s already damaged,” Wu Yu said dejectedly.

He Jing was silent.

This was too unfortunate.

He Jing touched her nose and felt a little helpless. “Forget it then. I’ll try to borrow it from someone else.”

Wu Yu felt very guilty and scratched his head. “I’m sorry, Sister Jing. I didn’t keep my word and lend you my computer.”

“It’s fine.”

Wu Yu turned and went back. He Jing thought about He Sui’s expression when she returned empty-handed and sighed.

Yan Hanxi hadn’t left yet. He held his chin and said in a cheerful tone, “Merit

Student, you seem to need help.”

He Jing glared at him. “Can you not gloat over others’ misfortunes?” If it wasn’t for his big mouth, she wouldn’t have been so unlucky.

“Why don’t I lend it to you?” Yan Hanxi smiled.

He Jing was expressionless. “No.”

It was obvious that his computer would only be more expensive than Shen Qiuyu’s.

As if he had seen through her thoughts, Yan Hanxi said unhurriedly, “I have an old computer. I secretly bought it with my allowance when I was in junior high school. My father smashed it and I repaired it myself. Although it works, I almost never use it anymore. If you don’t mind, you can take and use it…” He Jing frowned. “Why did your father smash your computer?”

Yan Hanxi shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly, “He said that I have to use something that is worthy of my status. Even if it’s just a computer, I should use the best…”

He Jing was speechless.

Mr. Yan was so perverse.

“So-” Yan Hanxi looked at her with his deep and narrow eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up. “To protect my computer, can I leave it with you for a while?”

He Jing said, “You’ve already given me tickets today.”

Accepting his kindness again was not within her principles.

Yan Hanxi was amused. “He Jing, it seems that you don’t understand what’s a gift and what’s helping. A gift is a voluntary act. It’s the initiative that leads everything. It has nothing much to do with the recipient. On the other hand, helping is bestowing a favor. In the process of interaction between people, gifting does not seek returns and does not obtain direct benefits. Helping behavior expects long-term returns. In short, both parties benefit.”

He Jing frowned. “Where did you learn all these theories?”

“I made it up on the spot,” said Yan Hanxi.

He Jing was dumbfounded.

Yan Hanxi raised his eyebrows. “He Jing, who will help me in the future, do you want to consider?”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” said Yan Hanxi.

Then, Yan Hanxi made a call and asked someone to send his computer over.

He Jing waited quietly with him in the classroom.

“What do you think about the post on the forum?” Yan Hanxi asked.

He Jing answered straightforwardly, “I’m already thinking of ways to deal with the false rumors and malicious slander.”

“Then who do you think did it?” Yan Hanxi smiled.

If He Jing knew, would she still be so distressed? She would have directly confronted someone. A person like her would definitely get to it without wasting her breath.

Yan Hanxi deliberately reminded her, “Maybe it has something to do with the school belle election.”

“Why?”

“I’m guessing.”

He Jing was speechless. She thought about it carefully. If it really had something to do with the school belle election, then…

Cheng Yi?

The person who delivered the laptop had arrived. Yan Hanxi handed the laptop to her personally, turned around, and waved at her, saying, “I’m leaving. See you tomorrow.”

He Jing pursed her red lips and banished the thought that Yan Hanxi might know the inside story.

No matter how powerful Yan Hanxi was, he was not a god. If he really knew, why didn’t he tell her directly? It couldn’t be to protect her pride..