Chapter 059: Too Old to Read? (Asking for a wave of five-star reviews~~~ sob sob~~~)

Qin Beichu and Mu Qingcheng looked over at the same time.

They saw an exceptionally tall and strong figure standing at the entrance. Backlit, his face was obscured.

A sense of déjà vu flashed through Mu Qingcheng’s mind. As the figure took a few more steps forward, she finally recognized him—it was Si Bei once again.

“Why does this never end?”

“Mr. Si? Is there something you need?” Mu Qingcheng handed the documents in her hand to Steward Ji, who had hurried over at the sound, then bypassed Qin Beichu and walked straight toward him.

Si Bei glanced impassively at the sulking “foolish boy” lingering at the back, amusement flickering in his heart.

So, he’s planning to compete with our boss for her?

At that moment, Mu Qingcheng faced Si Bei’s meaningful, cold smile and asked once more, “Mr. Si, may I ask why you’re here today—”

Si Bei immediately composed himself, bowed slightly, and replied respectfully, “Miss Mu, there’s no need for such formality. Please, just call me Si Bei. I’ve come today to invite you to the manor. In a few days, you have an entrance exam, and the boss wishes to personally help you review your studies.”

“Si Qingchen… wants to tutor me?!” Mu Qingcheng’s brows rose in surprise, her young, delicate face glowing with youthful radiance.

A flicker of restrained admiration passed over Si Bei’s features. Truly, the boss’s taste is impeccable.

Meanwhile, behind the two—

Upon hearing this, Qin Beichu nearly exploded with frustration.

He could never have anticipated that the painstakingly gathered materials he’d found would be rendered useless with just a few words from this man. He remembered the incident at the racetrack—this same man causing a disturbance. And now, here he was again.

But when it came to studying…

“Master Si has been away from school for so long. If it’s about reviewing the material, I might actually be more familiar with it. Why don’t I—”

Taking advantage of the conversation, Qin Beichu stepped forward, deliberately standing shoulder to shoulder with Mu Qingcheng. He straightened his back, looking at Si Bei.

Yet, despite his best efforts, the youthful boy’s presence could not compare to the experienced man before him—not in bearing, not in composure. All the more so when the man was merely Si Qingchen’s bodyguard.

Mu Qingcheng pressed her lips together. She could understand Qin Beichu’s childish display, but she couldn’t take it seriously.

She wondered if she hadn’t made herself clear, or if Qin Beichu was simply too naive and hopelessly self-assured. She had rejected him several times already—why did he persist?

But before Qin Beichu could finish speaking, Si Bei waved a hand and interrupted with an air of seriousness.

“You’re overthinking, Young Master Qin. Perhaps you don’t know—my boss isn’t just the principal of your school. He’s also the editor and reviewer of all the textbooks you’re currently using.”

“This…”

“Are you worried Miss Mu will be given special treatment by going through the back door?”

“No, Qingcheng, that’s not what I meant.” Qin Beichu grew flustered, waving his hands anxiously as he struggled to explain.

Fortunately, the young girl just nodded indifferently and said, “I know what you mean.”

“That’s good, that’s good.” Qin Beichu breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear Mu Qingcheng’s voice, now tinged with coldness.

“But Senior Qin, we’re not that close. Please call me Mu Qingcheng, all right? I’d rather not have misunderstandings at school because of how we address each other.”

The little junior in front of him was clearly annoyed. Her already expressionless face grew even colder.

Si Bei felt his heart tighten as well, worrying he might have botched the matter today.

Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket. With a growing sense of foreboding, Si Bei fished it out and, as expected, saw it was a call from his boss, Si Qingchen.

“Excuse me, Miss Mu, I need to take this call.”

“Mm.” Mu Qingcheng’s words were stifled once more and left unsaid.

She watched as Si Bei stepped aside to answer the call. A few seconds later, he returned, holding out the phone to her with polite deference.

“Miss Mu, my boss would like to speak with you.”

Mu Qingcheng: “…”