Chapter 11: Isn’t This Not Crying Anymore?

"I'll take care of this right away and won't let Miss Qingqing succeed!" Lin Bufan finished speaking and brought up another matter. "Laoganma just messaged me. There's a project at the company that needs your review, boss. It's quite urgent. I checked the schedule, and three days from now is when you're supposed to have your follow-up appointment. I arranged it for three days later." After Shen Jue finished giving instructions, Lin Bufan left the room, and as he passed by the living room, he saw Shen Qiao still crying. Lin Bufan sent a message to Shen Jue upstairs, informing him that his wife probably couldn't calm Qiaoqiao down; if the boss didn't come downstairs, Qiaoqiao might cry herself to exhaustion tonight. Upon reading the message, Shen Jue immediately left his room. Downstairs, after dinner, Rong Qingqing didn't go back to her room right away. Now that she had moved in, Guo Lan didn't give her a hard time and arranged for someone to brief Rong Qingqing on matters of Shen Manor, including registering fingerprints where necessary. Some passwords needed to be shared with Rong Qingqing, also for her convenience around Shen Manor. Rong Qingqing multitasked, listening to the housekeeper while observing Guo Lan consoling Shen Qiao. Rong Qingqing realized just how much girls could cry, seeing Shen Qiao. As someone completely inept at comforting others, Rong Qingqing could only sit by and watch. While watching, Rong Qingqing saw the expressionless face, who had retreated to his room, emerge from the elevator, rolling his wheelchair over to the crying Shen Qiao, and asked a soul-piercing question. "Qiaoqiao, your midterm results are out, right? Where's the report card?" The crying Shen Qiao was stunned and hiccupped in shock. "Brother!" Shen Qiao stamped her feet, "Can't you see I'm crying my heart out?" "Oh?" Shen Jue calmly stretched out his hand, his tone indifferent, "So, not crying anymore?" Rong Qingqing admired Shen Jue immensely. For stopping a crying fit in a second, Shen Jue should be world-class. Shen Qiao's eyes widened, hardly believing her ears. Several seconds later, she turned to hug her mother's arm, continuing to cry, "Mom, look at Shen Jue! Look at him!" Guo Lan was about to speak, but Shen Jue beat her to it by a second. "Are you going to hand it over, or should I ask your teacher for another copy?" Shen Jue asked. Guo Lan didn't comfort her daughter because this was the first time since Shen Jue's incident that he showed concern for family. At least he cared about Qiaoqiao's grades now, which Guo Lan thought was a positive change. Better than being oblivious to everything, showing no empathy or attention to anyone in that cold and listless manner. This was indeed a good sign. "Fine! Here!" Shen Qiao gritted her teeth, pulling out her report card from her backpack and tossing it to Shen Jue. Then she turned away furiously and, with forethought, covered her ears. Guo Lan walked over to Shen Jue, looking down, and nearly fainted. "Zero in Chinese? Qiaoqiao, how did you manage to score zero?" Guo Lan was practically incredulous at her daughter's zero score, "Your grades might not have been the best before, but they were never this bad!" "I just accidentally fell asleep during the exam~" Qiaoqiao quietly retorted. Rong Qingqing was dumbfounded hearing this, just "accidentally"? "Fell asleep? What were you doing last night?" Guo Lan was feeling on the verge of a heart attack seeing her daughter's report. "Out of seven hundred plus students in your grade, your ranking is in the six hundreds?"