The Schoolgirl Secret Agent

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The rich housewife purely thought that Yun Jian was beautiful. The girl gave off the vibe of a wealthy heiress as she was so graceful. Moreover, people who could afford to stay here could hardly be poor ones.

Hence, the rich housewife had the intention to plan an arranged marriage. It was also mainly because her son was in his twenties but had quitted school due to his poor grades. He stayed at home now with nothing to do and due to his wealthy family background, he was either picking up girls or bar-hopping. Her son was simply wasting life away.

The women out there who approached her son did it for their family wealth. What mattered the most was that those women were not well to do at all. The rich housewife could barely accept them.

Now that she saw Yun Jian—young, pretty and graceful, she was immediately interested.

Right after the rich housewife spoke, however, Qin Yirou smiled and rejected her indirectly, “Hmm, I always support children to date freely on their own.”

It did not sound like a harsh rejection but everyone there could understand that she was refusing the suggestion.

“Alright! Where were we just now? Let’s go back to that, haha!” Mrs. Yang spoke up to mediate the situation when she noted that the atmosphere was slightly off.

Qin Yirou looked toward Mrs. Yang and flashed her a grateful smile.

“Fine, fine! Free to date around huh? Nothing better happens when you go too easy on your kids!” The rich housewife just now snarked.

Although she did not make it explicit, she basically implied that Yun Jian would cause trouble sooner or later given how Qin Yirou indulged her. It might even be possible for her to get pregnant at a young age.

What she said raised Qin Yirou’s hackles and Qin Yirou replied curtly, “My daughter will have my back even if something does happen!”

The comeback caused the other rich housewives to fall into silence while Yun Jian who stayed standing to the side silently smiled with squinty eyes. Her smile grew wider for her mother was no longer a pushover now. Qin Yirou had at least learned to fight back.

The topic of conversation just now did not put the women in awkwardness for too long as they moved on to chat again while later.

When Yun Jian’s age was brought up, a rich housewife who was short—probably not even 1.65 meter in height—but wore a pair of high heels over ten centimeters tall put a hand over her mouth as she chuckled.

She then told Qin Yirou, “My daughter’s the same age as your daughter and studies in the same school. I wonder if your daughter knows mine!”

Without waiting for Qin Yirou’s reply, the woman chuckled and bragged to her with a proud expression, “My daughter’s ranked top ten academically in Longmen Yi Junior High! It’s no problem for her to get into the best senior high school in the city!”

Bragging about their children was most common topic when parents got together.

The rich housewife continued to ask Qin Yirou, “I heard that their school’s asked the students to set their goals. Which senior high did your daughter write down?”

The woman was obviously showing off her daughter’s grades and asking Qin Yirou about it using a tone that looked down on Yun Jian.

It was then Yun Jian looked up and answered indifferently, “Min City’s military school.”

Military schools usually had higher requirement for exam scores, especially when it was in another city.

The rich housewife was taken aback before she spoke to Yun Jian condescendingly, “Military schools have rather high score margins. What’s a young girl like you going to one? That’s where boys go!”

“Right, young lady, what’s your grades like?” the woman asked again.

“It’s alright.” Yun Jian blinked.

The “alright” boosted the rich housewife’s ego and she kept questioning, “How is it?”

“I’ve only gotten full marks for four subjects the last time.”