As soon as she finished speaking, the professional classroom was like a pot exploding, and there was an uproar below.
"Is this teacher the one who came up to give the lecture?"
"From ZH Studio?"
Unable to control the restless gossip, the classmates below started talking about it.
"What? What did Xu Nianhe just say?" Ning Beibei grabbed Jian Anran's sleeves and asked in disbelief.
The moment she raised her head, Jian Anran's eyes met Wen Siheng's in mid-air.
There was no look of surprise on his face, and Jian Anran couldn't get any answer from his facial expression.
Did he know about this beforehand?
Or even he didn't know about Xu Nianhe's joining the company until now.
I gave up the opportunity of ZH Studio and chose to return to a second-tier city to teach at an ordinary undergraduate level. I thought Wen Siheng was the only one.
Anyone here who knows the value of ZH Studio must not be able to understand Xu Nianhe's motives.
"Does she want to lie down?" the girl next to her whispered.
Sensing an opportunity for gossip, a male classmate immediately approached him and asked, "What do you say?"
"I heard this from hearsay. It's not a definite thing. Don't go around talking nonsense." The girl warned her.
After the boy nodded firmly, she continued: "Do you still remember the foundation that donated a large sum of money to our college?"
"The chairman of Horizon Company, the young rich second generation Xu Nianzhi, don't you think her name sounds a bit familiar?" the girl said in a pretentious manner.
The boy shook his head, or another classmate next to him said "Ah", "Xu Nianzhi, Xu Nianhe?"
Apparently satisfied with the speed of this classmate's response, the nosy female classmate nodded.
"No wonder, the second young lady of the group, why did she go to England to study? She wants me to come back to teach and get the trust fund." The boy sighed with emotion.
The girl continued: "My friend is an assistant in the administrative office of the department. She heard it when she was sorting out information."
"Although Horizon has often donated to the hospital in the past, this is the first time he has donated such a large amount of money this year. The condition Xu Nianzhi attached at the beginning was to leave a position for her sister in the school."
The classmate next to me immediately raised a question: "Although the position of college teacher is indeed a lucrative one."
"But given Horizon's influence, if we don't donate such a large sum of money, as long as they open the door to block people in, the school won't be able to refuse."
This issue was indeed outside everyone's cognitive scope. After the small gossip group fell into a brief silence, I don't know who started to say what again, and then broke the silence and changed the topic.
After listening to this long piece of news, Jian Anran seemed to remember in a trance that day at Wen Siheng's parents' house, Xu Nianzhi and Wen Siheng stayed outside the balcony to talk for a long time.
Is this what they were talking about that day? Is that when Wen Siheng knew about it?
Because of her unexpected arrival, everyone had long forgotten about professional courses.
Others secretly exchanged the gossip they knew in private, and some E-person classmates even raised their questions directly to Xu Nianhe himself. (E-person: Extrovert)
Looking up is Xu Nianhe, who is wandering around every corner of the classroom. Everywhere she goes, she is smiling and patiently answering various questions raised by her classmates.
It is very different from the Xu Nianhe that Jian Anran knew before.
It is undeniable that she has achieved extremely successful personal achievements in the past, both academically and professionally.
But unlike the image of a mature woman she showed, Jian Anran always felt that Xu Nianhe was like the third version of Xiangyi.
To put it mildly, her feelings are relatively delicate, but in fact she is a bit petty and even a little bit over the top, which is very consistent with the common stereotype of rich ladies in this society.
"Hello, classmate Jane, we haven't seen you for a long time."
When she came back to her senses, Jian Anran realized that the white suit was right in front of her, and her eyes followed her slender waistline. Xu Nianhe was smiling and greeting her gently.
"Teacher and classmate Jane have met before?" the classmate next to him asked curiously.
"Well... I've met several times. When was the last time we met..." Xu Nianhe pinched his chin in thought.
"Maybe it was that time in Hengheyuan?" Xu Nianhe raised his voice specially.
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding area was in uproar again.
"Oh my God, I didn't expect that Jian Anran, you are also the second generation rich?"
"Hey, did you just hear that? Jian Anran's home is originally in Henghe Garden."
When it comes to Shanghai, it is Tomson Yipin; when it comes to Shenzhen, it is Shenzhen Bay One; when it comes to Guangzhou, it is Zhujiang New Town.
Henghe Garden probably had such a status in the hearts of Luojiang people. For a moment, everyone seemed to look at Jian Anran differently.
Even Wen Siheng, who was explaining the drawings to other students not far away, noticed the agitation here and glanced up. Jian Anran was sitting in the crowd at a loss.
Her eyes moved slightly downward, and when her hands became nervous, she would start to rub the corners of her clothes repeatedly.
"No! No!"
"There is a distant relative living there, and I happened to meet Teacher Xu when I went to visit."
After quickly denying it, a thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead, and her cheeks were as red as if she had just finished a sauna.
As if he succeeded, Xu Nianhe smiled softly, "That's it, I thought that was also the home of classmate Jian."
There was another layer of meaning in her words that no one else could hear.
Seeing that there was no gossip, the surrounding students dispersed in a hurry. Xu Nianhe was about to leave on high heels when Jian Anran, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly stood up.
Xu Nianhe, who was 170cm tall, wore small heels, which made her taller than her by more than half a head. Jian Anran stood on tiptoes before barely getting close to her ear.
"The last time the teacher saw me was in Hengheyuan, I am not."
Subconsciously taking a step back, Xu Nianhe's body unconsciously distanced herself from Jian Anran, and she looked at each other with some confusion.
"Thank you teacher for the supper carefully prepared."
When she said this, Jian Anran didn't feel confident.
If Wen Siheng had told Xu Nianhe about their divorce right then and there, then Jian Anran's behavior just now would have been like a female rival in a Thai drama.
But Xu Nianhe was very surprised and took a step back again. Her high heels tripped over the model materials scattered on the ground. She still subconsciously reached out to hold the table next to her to prevent her from falling.
"Teacher, are you okay? I didn't put things away. I'm really sorry." The owner of the model material immediately stood up and apologized.
"It's okay, I accidentally hooked it, it doesn't matter." Xu Nianhe reached out and pushed the loose hair behind his ears.
It seems that Wen Siheng has not mentioned this matter to her yet.
