Chapter 545: Biological Father Comes to Ask for Money

"You know her?" Shen Yan's voice suddenly rose a notch.

Yin Yezi said it was a chance encounter: "I met her when I went home with my sister a while ago, and we chatted for a bit."

Shen Yan nodded in understanding.

Since there was nothing urgent today anyway, he planned to stay at school.

Arriving at the teaching building, Shen Yan said he would be staying at school today and there was no need to worry about safety, so he gave Chen Zhen the day off; Chen Zhen ran off happily, hoping only that his boss would be a well-behaved student every day.

The autumn wind passed through, and the fallen leaves became a sea.

In early November, the weather in Hangzhou was still quite warm, with most people wearing thin short sleeves, and pair after pair of fair, slender, beautiful legs could be called the most beautiful scenery on campus.

The plane trees on both sides of the road stood there quietly, the leaves on the branches having already begun to turn yellow, as if they had lost their vitality and vigor, and the falling leaves paved golden avenues on the ground.

Arriving at the third floor of the teaching building, Shen Yan's forward pace paused.

He saw a tall, sexy beauty standing in front of the railing at the end of the corridor, wearing a gray, hip-hugging dress that perfectly set off her proud figure, with a gray coat draped over it and a pair of black high heels on her feet—a very capable professional outfit.

Just looking at her back, one could tell she was a top-tier stunner.

Except for Wu Yue'er, one could not find a second woman like her in the university.

However, Wu Yue'er's mood did not seem very good at this moment, and her mouth was constantly spouting a thick Northeastern accent.

"Get lost! You useless thing, to think you're a grown man; you have no skills all day long, only knowing how to throw your weight around at home. Look at how capable you think you are.

And twisting your waist and showing your legs—money just falls from the sky? Get lost, damn it, is that how you miss your own daughter? Why don't you let me go out and sell myself!

Damn! I have money, but I'm just not giving it to you. You want to teach me a lesson? Come over here then; if you don't come, you're my grandson. To have a father like you, I really must have had eight lifetimes of bad luck. Don't contact me again."

Well!

Hearing this, how could Shen Yan not understand? That shameless biological father had come to ask Wu Yue'er for money.

He saw that after the call was hung up, the Huniu who had been so imposing just a moment ago was secretly wiping away tears, her nose sniffing—a pitiful sight to behold.

Her biological father counted as one of the few people who could break through Huniu's defenses.

Shen Yan stepped up and leaned on the railing next to her, his tone carrying a hint of teasing: "Yo! Which hero is so capable that he made our Huniu cry? Tell me about it, I'll offer him three sticks of incense and pay him a good tribute."

With one sentence, he made Wu Yue'er laugh through her tears, and even snot sprayed out.

"Get lost!"

Wu Yue'er couldn't help but give him a kick, the grievance in her heart instantly dissipating by more than half; Shen Yan asked softly how her father knew she had money, and Wu Yue'er said it was all thanks to him.

It turned out someone had seen Wu Yue'er's advertisement photo on Taobao and specifically told Wu's father.

Once Wu's father thought that a model's income certainly couldn't be low, he came to Wu Yue'er to sponge off her; having raised a daughter for eighteen years, it was only natural for her to show filial piety to her old man.

Shen Yan rubbed his nose awkwardly, not expecting that he was the culprit.

"It was my lack of consideration; I shouldn't have let you be in the public eye. How about this, I'll have An Qi go to the factory later to reshoot a set of advertisement photos."

Wu Yue'er had no intention of blaming Shen Yan; she took his arm and returned to being that well-behaved little woman: "That would be best, we're not short on money now anyway."

The two chatted outside for a while, and Wu Yue'er's mood gradually calmed down; looking at a girl downstairs, Shen Yan suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Hey! I saw a girl with little buns tied on her head two days ago, and I thought it would really suit you. How about I tie one for you?"

"You know how to tie hair?"

"Let's try it!"

So Shen Yan combed out an arc-shaped section of hair from the top of Wu Yue'er's head, pulled it up high, and tied it with a rubber band 5cm above the roots; the process was very simple.

Then he looked at the result.

The front of the bun was hollow, and the tail of the hair hung down like flower petals.

Shen Yan nodded with satisfaction; hmm, not bad, the originally sexy and charming Huniu now had a bit more of a cute charm; Wu Yue'er curiously opened her phone camera.

Seeing this, the smile at the corner of her mouth couldn't be suppressed at all.

"Cackle! You Dead Ghost really have a knack for it, you have all sorts of ways to coax girls."

"It's just average!"

Wu Yue'er asked Shen Yan if they would always be this good, and Shen Yan looked into the distance, his eyes revealing an indescribable depth; he said, how would I know, maybe one day you'll dump me.

Honk honk honk!

Wu Yue'er laughed with a sound like a goose, then leaned in and took a bite of Shen Yan's face, saying with a grin: "It's not like that's impossible, you know. There are plenty of people who like me; if you make me unhappy, I'll replace you in a minute."

Shen Yan was so angry he started tickling her armpits, and the two of them made a scene in the corner.

Unexpectedly, this scene was seen exactly by Lin Yang, who had just returned from the restroom.

His heart felt so sour.

There was nothing more heartbreaking to him than his goddess flirting with someone else.

Noticing Lin Yang coming up the stairs, the two decisively stopped playing, nodded at Lin Yang as a greeting, and then turned to walk toward the classroom.

Bending over to slip into the classroom through the back door, it was still the familiar last row; sitting on the inside was Luo Qiqi, next was Chen Shanni, and then it was Wu Yue'er.

Influenced by Shen Yan, all three girls had grown to like this spot.

The back row by the window, the hometown of kings.

Shen Yan's arrival caused the entire classroom to fall silent.

The professor's gaze was burning, as if looking at some rare animal, while the students looked on with various expressions—worship, jealousy, envy, indifference... all of them.

After all, this guy hadn't attended class since the National Day holiday and didn't look like a student at all; what was outrageous was that the school actually let him be, and if anyone had an opinion, they were told to look at the grades: as long as you can score higher than Shen Yan, you can do this too.

So much so that everyone could only hear his legendary stories online.

Seeing this, Shen Yan could only cough twice, and the professor came back to his senses and continued the lecture.

Wu Yue'er took the opportunity to show off her new hairstyle: "Shanni, Qiqi, how do you like my hairstyle? Shen Yan tied it for me specially."

She emphasized the second half of the sentence.

"Trying to provoke me? No way!" Luo Qiqi snorted coldly, feeling sour inside.

"Exactly, can't be bothered with you." Chen Shanni curled her lips and chimed in.

Huniu's intentions were clear as day; anyone who paid her any mind would be a fool.

Wu Yue'er laughed heartily, she just loved the smell of this sour air, it really whetted her appetite.

Shen Yan was helpless against this, his gaze wandered around the classroom and noticed Xiao Chuchu sitting diagonally opposite him secretly observing him, the slap mark on her left cheek faintly visible; it seemed she had suffered quite a bit last night.

Not far from Xiao Chuchu sat Zhu Baoping and a girl Shen Yan had never seen before, who was of excellent appearance, so he asked Wu Yue'er what the girl's background was.