The Favored Heiress-Chapter 60 - She is the only female student of Uncle Zhong the Ninth
Chapter 60: Chapter 60: She is the only female student of Uncle Zhong the Ninth
Chapter 60 -60: She is the only female student of Uncle Zhong the Ninth
The elder on the phone harrumphed with feigned anger, “You little girl, don’t just say nice things, although I am old, I am not confused!
Some people say they need a month to prepare their thesis defense, but what happened?
She hasn’t shown up for two whole months!”
Hearing this, Li Qiao curled her lips and said calmly, “Then, do you have time tomorrow, Teacher?
Your student will come to apologize.”
“You do have a conscience!” The old man pondered for a few seconds, “Tomorrow morning I have to make a trip to the Association, just come straight over there, your senior brother will also be there.” ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
After hanging up the phone, Li Qiao stood in the drizzle, staring at the symbols on the phone’s screen, her previously restive emotions and repressed concerns had been slightly alleviated.
Every time, it seemed that only in front of her teacher, could her bad moods fully settle down.
…
The next day, at half-past eight in the morning, after taking a bath, Li Qiao purposely changed into an all-black hoodie and jeans, her half-dried hair tied back in a ponytail, exuding a cool and outstanding temperament as she stepped out.
Li Qiao drove directly to the South Sea Funeral Culture Association located in the old town.
After a twenty-minute drive, the Mercedes stopped by the curb in front of a row of old three-story Western buildings.
The houses and streets of the old town all carried the sense of passage of time, with narrow and long alleys, old-era office sites, and residential buildings with peeling walls, each breath imbued with the authentic essence of life.
Li Qiao got out of the car, her hand tucked into her pocket as she crossed the sidewalk and entered the Association’s main gate, without glancing sideways.
The receptionist in the lobby on the first floor saw her and promptly pointed to the corridor on the left, “You’ve arrived, Jiugong is in reception room number one.”
“Thank you,” Li Qiao replied with a flat voice, expertly made her way around the lobby, and headed straight for the reception room.
At this moment, some new staff members exchanged glances and quickly approached, curiously asking, “Brother Liu, who’s that beautiful girl?”
Brother Liu at the reception looked at them with surprise, “You don’t know her?”
As everyone shook their heads in bewilderment, Brother Liu immediately lowered his voice, sharing with an air of an old hand, “Let me tell you, she is Uncle Zhong the Ninth’s only female student of many years, and is also our Association’s annual financial sponsor.”
Hsss—
Uncle Zhong the Ninth’s student?
Uncle Zhong the Ninth, surnamed Zhong, was in his fifties, nobody knew his full name, and it was said that he was the ninth child in his family, which is why everyone respectfully called him ‘Uncle Zhong the Ninth’.
In the entire funeral culture circle, Uncle Zhong the Ninth was known to everyone.
Because he was the most esteemed gold medal mortician in the South Sea of the present day.
…
In reception room number one, Li Qiao sat beside Uncle Zhong the Ninth, her head lowered, hands stuffed into her hoodie pocket, her slender legs extended flatly under the table, her whole demeanor lifeless.
At that moment, Uncle Zhong the Ninth, with his white-haired and kindly face, took a sip from his old-style teacup and glanced at her with indifference, “The young people these days, they claim they want to come and apologize to me, but once they’re through the door, they’re mute.”
Li Qiao: “…”
She lifted her eyes to glance at Uncle Zhong the Ninth and then placed a check on the table, “The Association’s funds for the second half of the year.”
Uncle Zhong the Ninth took another sip of his tea, looked at the amount on the check, and nodded with satisfaction, “Mmm, this apology is good, very good; you are considerate.”
Li Qiao leaned back in her chair, her gaze settled as she asked, “Teacher, is there any work lately?”
Uncle Zhong the Ninth put down his teacup and scrutinized Li Qiao, “Thinking about him again?
You girl, every time you want to take on a job, you get into this state.”
