56: Chapter 56 Su Wanqing's Sympathy for the Young Master, the Injustice of Fate

Luckin Coffee.

In a luxury VIP private room.

Su Wanqing sat by the window, a red dress outlining her slender waist, her long straight black hair draping over her shoulders.

With one hand supporting her cheek and the other impatiently tapping the tabletop, the sound of her knuckles striking the solid wood table was crisp and rapid.

Her phone was on speaker mode, resting on the table.

"Mom, why hasn't he arrived yet?" Su Wanqing frowned, her tone full of reluctance.

"I still have to accompany my best friend to celebrate her birthday tonight, how can I have time to waste here?"

…

On the other end of the phone came a helpless yet gentle female voice, carrying a hint of spoiled reproach as she said:

"You child, you're already impatient after waiting for only three minutes."

"Wait a little longer, your Aunt Chen said Chen Fan just left, and right now he's most likely on the way."

…

Hearing this,

Su Wanqing took a deep breath of Qi, managing to swallow back the complaints that reached her lips.

"Right." Su's mother's voice suddenly turned a bit more serious, "Your Aunt Wang specifically instructed that Xiaofan just returned home not long ago and doesn't understand many things."

"Take care of him a bit more later. Even if you don't fancy him, at least don't make things embarrassing for him regarding Face."

"Have a better attitude, you know?"

"The two families have decades of friendship, don't cause unpleasantness just because of your temper tantrums."

…

Su Wanqing irritably smoothed her hair and Dao:

"...Got it, got it. Mom, stop nagging, I'm hanging up first."

…

Beep, beep, beep—

She hung up the phone.

Su Wanqing sighed deeply.

Leaning against the back of her chair and looking at the street view outside the window, she felt an indescribable awkwardness in her heart.

Brother Jing Ci turned out not to be of the Chen family's Bloodline?

That gentle, academically and morally elite fiancé who grew up with her as childhood sweethearts actually turned out to be the swapped Fake Young Master.

Now the real young master had returned.

The other party was reportedly an illiterate food delivery guy who had suffered for eighteen years outside, dropped out early, and didn't even know how much one plus one equals?!

And judging by the Chen family's current intentions, they planned to swap the real and fake fiancés back?!

Swap just like that?

On what grounds???

The more Su Wanqing thought about it, the more irritable she became. She picked up the Americano on the table that was already half cold and took a gulp.

The bitterness exploded on the tip of her tongue, causing her brows to knit even tighter.

To be honest, she wasn't unable to understand Chen Fan's situation.

As the real young master, he had suffered so much outside.

While the Fake Young Master took his place and enjoyed eighteen years of glory and wealth, anyone in his shoes would feel unbalanced.

Anyone would want to snatch back everything that belonged to them—identity, family property, status, and pampering.

This was human nature and completely justified; she could understand that.

But snatching is one thing.

Why target her?

Was she, Su Wanqing, some kind of object that could be arbitrarily swapped???

Swap the fiancé just like that, did anyone ever ask about her feelings?

Because of this dissatisfaction,

even before seeing Chen Fan in person, her impression of this "real young master" had already plummeted to the rock bottom.

It wasn't because the other party was unpolished, nor was it because he lacked education or worldly experience.

It was because she felt she was being treated like an item that could be casually transferred.

This feeling made her very uncomfortable!!!

She directly sentenced this blind date to death in her heart.

No, not a death sentence, she didn't even want to hold a trial at all.

She planned to just go through the motions, perfunctorily make an excuse to leave, turn right out the door to find her best friend, and eat and drink as she pleased.

She had even thought of the rhetoric for rejection.

It had to make the other party retreat in the Face of difficulties without hurting his self-esteem too much.

After all, the two families were family friends, and she didn't want to put her parents in a difficult position.

"Thump, thump, thump—"

The sound of knocking suddenly rang out.

Su Wanqing withdrew her thoughts, quickly adjusted her expression, and suppressed that trace of impatience to the deepest part of her eyes.

She straightened her body, placed her hands crossed on her knees, lifted her chin slightly, and resumed the calm and dignified posture befitting the campus belle of Huasheng International University.

"Please come in."

The door was pushed open.

A teenager walked in somewhat restrainedly.

Su Wanqing looked him up and down without batting an eye.

His height was alright, visually estimated to be a bit over one meter eighty.

He was also quite fair and handsome, with regular facial features and a shadow of Uncle Chen when he was young between his brows and eyes.

He was wearing a designer white T-shirt printed with a yellow cartoon Pikachu.

His pants were light gray casual lounge pants, and he stepped on a pair of sports slippers.

There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his breathing hadn't leveled out yet, clearly having rushed over by running.

Aside from that,

his temperament wasn't very good.

Standing at the door of the private room, he looked nervous and uneasy, his gaze drifting around, not even daring to look her straight in the eye.

The whole person was like a stray cat that had strayed into a high-end shopping mall.

He was obviously the kind of boy who hadn't seen much of the world.

He belonged to the category of ordinary people who were very mediocre in every aspect except for their appearance.

It wasn't like she hadn't seen boys being nervous.

In Huasheng International University, how many senior and junior schoolmates stammered when speaking in front of her.

But that kind of nervousness was the cautiousness when facing a goddess.

As for Chen Fan's nervousness, she could tell it was the unease of suddenly being hauled from the bottom of society into a high-end occasion.

It was a lack of self-confidence deep in his bones.

Sure enough, eighteen years of vastly different living conditions had forged completely different lives.

Compared to the Brother Jing Ci she was familiar with, the young man in front of her was indeed far inferior.

Brother Jing Ci was calm and composed in any occasion, with appropriate speech and manners.

In every gesture, there was the elegance polished by elite education.

With gold-rimmed glasses on, a white suit worn, and standing right there, he was a picturesque scenery.

As for the one in front of her...

standing there, he didn't even know where to put his hands.

Su Wanqing gently shook her head in her heart.

She deeply sympathized with the other party's encounter.

Truly sympathized.

Being swapped since childhood and suffering outside for eighteen years, while Brother Jing Ci enjoyed blessings in his place for eighteen years.

Fate was indeed very unfair to him.

But sympathy did not equal love.

She, Su Wanqing, could be friends with a poor person, and could even sponsor the other party.

But she would never fall in love, marry, and have children with someone who was inferior to her in every aspect.

She had her own pursuits.

Her man, even if he wasn't some towering and upright great hero, at least couldn't be worse than her.

What she wanted was a partner who could match her in all aspects and provide mutual support.

Instead of an object that required her to alleviate poverty, understand, accommodate, and lower her quality of life for.

Thinking of this,

Su Wanqing already had the impulse to immediately stand up and leave.

But she eventually held back.

Considering the friendship between the two families and for the Face of Uncle Chen and Aunt Wang,

she decided to just go through the motions.

First, she would chat politely with the other party for a few words and perfunctorily deal with it.

Once she finished this cup of coffee, she would clear out and never leave the other party any unrealistic fantasies...

This was good for both of them.

The real young master, after all, was not her ideal match.