Chapter 8: All It Takes Is a Word from Him

“You’re wrong. I just think she resembles someone right now.” That person, who only knew how to make deals with others, simply because he didn’t know how to interact or socialize with people.

But the latter part of the sentence, Gong Lv left unsaid.

“Who?” Song Linfeng pressed.

Gong Lv suddenly halted, his expression dazed for a couple of seconds as if something had come to mind. Then he got into the car and tossed Song Linfeng four indifferent words: “You don’t know her.”

Ye Luo was still standing in the living room. With her hearing sharper than anyone else’s in the house, she had clearly caught the brief exchange between Song Linfeng and Gong Lv, but she paid it no mind.

No matter what Gong Lv’s reasons were for agreeing to help, the important thing was that he had agreed. She could now transfer to Seventh High School and be in the same class as her ancestor.

Her head still throbbed, her body ached. An Qianqian’s beating had left not a trace of mercy. It would be best to get some sleep.

But she’d only slept an hour before a maid woke her, calling her downstairs for dinner.

Waking in a room that wasn’t her own, surrounded by high-tech comforts, Ye Luo was momentarily disoriented. Only after a couple of seconds did she remember—she was now in 2019, inhabiting He Luo’s body.

Perhaps because she’d napped, her headache had eased and her body felt much better.

As soon as Butler Wang saw her come downstairs, he ushered her into the dining room and said respectfully, “Miss Luo, your transfer has been arranged. Sir has handled everything. Starting Monday, that’s tomorrow, you’ll attend Seventh High School.”

“Alright.” Ye Luo replied without a hint of emotion, utterly unsurprised by the speed with which things had been settled. For a man like Gong Lv, transferring schools was a matter settled with a single word.

Dinner was lavish.

Ye Luo sat alone at the grand dining table, eating quietly, not making a sound.

Her face betrayed no emotion whatsoever.

The impression she gave was one of coldness and distance.

The atmosphere grew stifling.

Butler Wang and the maids, standing by, scarcely dared to breathe.

Ye Luo had not yet finished her first bowl of rice when a maid hurried in, calling out, “Miss Ranyan is here!”

Ranyan?

From He Luo’s memories, Ye Luo instantly knew—Gong Lv’s younger sister, Gong Ranyan, had arrived.

Gong Ranyan didn’t live here. She was sharp-tongued and arrogant, relying on her status as the heiress of the foremost family in S City to look down on anyone with lesser background.

She also took pleasure in other people’s misfortunes.

She was only eighteen, a senior at Seventh High School, in the science track, and in the top class: Class One.

Gong Ranyan was an excellent student, but she could never manage to come in first—always second.

It was said she harbored a deep resentment toward the girl who always bested her for the top spot.

Having just heard that An Qianqian had been thrown down the stairs by Ye Luo, and that Ye Luo was transferring to her own school, Gong Ranyan didn’t care whether it was late or not—she came straight over.

A princess dress, long black hair, an oval face, big eyes, a straight nose—she was rather pretty. But her high, proud chin proclaimed her arrogance and sense of superiority.

“He Luo, you’ve got the guts to throw someone down the stairs, but not the guts to stay at Ninth High? Why are you transferring schools?” Gong Ranyan taunted the moment she entered the dining room.

Ye Luo didn’t spare her a single glance.

Gong Ranyan’s smile faltered for a moment before she sniffed disdainfully. “I heard you’ve changed, and I thought it was just a rumor, but it looks real. You’re even more insufferable than before!”

Ye Luo still didn’t look at her.