169: Zhao Jia Was Not a Rich Girl

Zhao Jia Was Not a Rich Girl

Zhao Jia counted the money in her hand. It was very little, only 1,500 yuan.1

Zhao Jia despised it very much.

1,500 yuan was only enough for her to spend for more than a month.

The impression that Zhao Jia gave in class was that her family was wealthy, and she had good food, clothing, and shelter. In fact, all of this was given to her by Qin Churou.

Zhao Jia was a lackey to Qin Churou because she saw that Qin Churou had money, so she could help her.

In Zhao Jia's eyes, Qin Churou was a fool with a lot of money. She was being pampered, so she thought that she was very powerful and that no one could compare to her.

Zhao Jia put away the money and walked back.

She vaguely heard some sounds coming from nearby, so Zhao Jia stopped in her tracks.

When she walked over, she saw Qin Sheng sitting on the grass. She was not far from where Zhao Jia and Mother Zhao were talking, so she could clearly hear Zhao Jia's lies from this position.

Qin Sheng was leaning against the tree. The hundred-year-old tree just happened to block Qin Sheng's figure.

At this moment, when she saw Qin Sheng, Zhao Jia's face was filled with nervousness.

Did Qin Sheng listen to everything they said?

She was from the countryside, and Qin Sheng knew about it.

Zhao Jia clenched her fists and came in front of Qin Sheng.

She warned fiercely, "Qin Sheng, if you tell anyone about what happened today, don't blame me for not being polite."

Qin Sheng had her eyes closed. When she heard this, she calmly opened her eyes and glanced at Zhao Jia.

She slowly said, "I'm not interested."

Zhao Jia saw that Qin Sheng was someone who didn't like to meddle in other people's business, so she was slightly relieved.

As long as Qin Sheng didn't tell anyone, no one would know.

In the end, Zhao Jia was still worried. She added, "You have to keep your word. Otherwise, I won't let you off."

Qin Sheng's eyes narrowed unhappily. She didn't like to be warned and threatened.

She stood up and patted the grass on her body.

When she passed Zhao Jia, she said very lightly, "It depends on your performance."

Zhao Jia bit her lips tightly, her eyes full of hatred.

What right did Qin Sheng have to threaten her? She was just a kept woman, and Qin Sheng was also from the countryside. How could she be better than her?

"Qin Sheng, you and Teacher Fu are not brother and sister. Be careful, or I'll tell others about your relationship," Zhao Jia said through gritted teeth.

Qin Sheng didn't care about what others thought. Naturally, she didn't take Zhao Jia's words to heart. "As you wish."

Zhao Jia glared and watched Qin Sheng leave just like that.

She didn't dare to tell others about their relationship.

Fu Hanchuan was able to become a teacher in a high school in H City, and he had all kinds of famous brands. Naturally, his family background was good. Zhao Jia didn't dare to offend Fu Hanchuan.

She could only swallow the anger in her heart.

Zhao Jia looked around again, and after making sure that no one was around, she left.

Qin Churou walked out from behind the tree and looked in the direction Zhao Jia left from afar. The corners of her lips curled up sinisterly.

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At noon, a piece of news spread throughout the school.

Zhao Jia wasn't from a rich family. Her parents were from the countryside!

Hearing this news, everyone was stunned.

Zhao Jia's clothes and usage were excellent. Many girls envied her family background. Zhao Jia would also talk about her family from time to time, giving people the impression that Zhao Jia's family was very rich.

Now, they were saying that Zhao Jia was just from the countryside?

Then, what was with her clothes and shoes that numbered in the thousands?

Zhao Jia was a very high-profile person. As long as they knew her, they would think that her family was very rich.

There were many high school students who thought the same way.

Because Zhao Jia was the school belle Qin Churou's sidekick, she would often stand up for Qin Churou. Many people in the school knew Zhao Jia.

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