Chapter 29: Chapter 29: I want to hear your voice Chapter 29: Chapter 29: I want to hear your voice Qiao Ruoxin picked up her laptop and turned it on; immediately, the screen displayed a live feed of her mobile phoneâs activities.
After all, her ex-boyfriend was a computer science major at Stanford University. During their relationship, she had managed to pick up some basics.
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After stealing the phone, Kong Ling quickly made her way to Qiao Sisiâs room.
With the phone in hand, Qiao Sisi let out a boastful laugh, âThis little bitch, Iâll see if I canât make her life miserable!â
She unlocked the phone using Qiao Ruoxinâs birthday after tapping on the lock screen.
Qiao Sisi looked at it with disdain, âTch, acting like a fairy. Her lock screen wallpaper is a picture of herself, and the password is her own birthday! Only someone with the brain of a pig like Qiao Ruoxin would come up with such idiotic passwords!â
Kong Ling shivered beside her, âCan you hurry up, please? Iâm afraid sheâll notice!â
âAfraid of what? Stop rushing me!â
Engrossed in her sweet dream of revenge, Qiao Sisi opened the messaging app and began composing a text.
She didnât forget to show off her perfect plan to Kong Ling in the process.
âLet me tell you, Iâm going to play her to death this time. Iâm going to give her a taste of what cyber bullying feels like.â
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At this very moment, Qiao Ruoxin was watching in real-time as her wicked stepsister courted disaster.
She saw the flirtatious and shamelessly demeaning texts being composed, and then realized to whom they were being sentâLu Xingyu!
Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she laughed at the absurdity, âYou moron, this is Mo Chenâs phone!â
Lu Xingyu, the mentor of âIdol 101â, a popular young celebrity with eighty million followers on Weibo. His fans were famously fierce.
Anyone rumored to have scandalous relations with their idol would be so thoroughly cursed theyâd be forced out of the entertainment industry, and the more sensitive ones might even develop depression.
Qiao Ruoxin sighed, âSince youâre so eager to dig your own grave, then Iâll just play along, letâs make it thrilling.â
A sly sparkle flashed through her clear eyes.
After three consecutive messages were sent from the phone, the records were deleted, and then the screen locked itself.
Qiao Ruoxin quickly closed her laptop and lay down, pretending to be asleep.
True enough, within a minute, her room door was pushed open once more.
Kong Ling stepped in quietly with the phone in hand, placed it on Qiao Ruoxinâs bedside table, then left swiftly.
Once the door closed, she opened her eyes.
Picking up the phone and lighting the screen, she was greeted by her own goofy selfie as the wallpaper and couldnât help but laugh.
She wondered what Mo Chen felt every time he turned on his phone and saw that photo, did he unconsciously smile like she did?
The next day, early in the morning.
Qiao Ruoxin stepped out of her room, preparing to have breakfast.
At the same time, Qiao Sisi also came out and walked towards her, âI heard a man went into your room last night, helped you get your phone back. Whose coattails are you clutching onto now?â
She chuckled lightly, elegantly responding, âNone of your damn business.â
Then she turned and left with grace.
Watching her proud retreat, Qiao Sisi muttered under her breath, âLittle bitch! Just wait for your downfall!â
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As she turned around, her phone vibrated.
Qiao Ruoxin answered the call, and a manâs deep voice came through, âSpeak!â
âWasnât it you who called me?â
âI want to hear your voice.â
âOh⦠Mo Chen, I miss you so much.â
âTalk sense! Do you believe Iâd bash your skull in?â
Qiao Ruoxin couldnât help but laugh, âDid you not sleep well last night?â
âHmm.â
âNo wonder youâre so irritable. Go eat something, then go to work. Iâll call you at nine oâclock.â
âIâm busy, I donât have time.â
Leaning against the hallway wall, she said with a smile, âThen expect my call for sure!â
Dial tone⦠dial toneâ¦
Qiao Ruoxin raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the hung-up call.
Such a tsundere, asshole of a man.