fictionpage Chapter 65: My online boyfriend is actually a college student?
Chapter 65: My online boyfriend is actually a college student?
After sending the message, Su Qianqian turned her phone over and placed it face down on the table.
My heart is racing right now, much faster than usual.
For two years, they never mentioned meeting.
The agreement we made was that we wouldn't video chat, make phone calls, or send photos.
This agreement is like an invisible wall, separating them on opposite sides of the screen.
It's safe, but it's also far away.
Therefore, Su Qianqian was unsure whether her husband would agree.
Even if she disagrees, it doesn't matter to her.
Soon, the phone suddenly vibrated.
Su Qianqian hesitated for a few seconds before turning it over to look.
She suppressed her excitement and looked at the computer screen.
North Wind Howls: [Sure, I'll be starting school in September, then we can meet.]
Su Qianqian's expression changed slightly when she saw the chat message, and her eyes widened instantly.
School starts in September?
Is my husband a student?
Su Qianqian pondered for a moment, then quickly typed a question:
Honey, are you a college student?
Soon, North Wind replied: [Mm.]
Su Qianqian leaned back in her chair, feeling a strange mix of emotions.
She always assumed that her online husband was a young financial professional or an investor with a family background.
After all, his judgment on the stock market was so accurate that it was as if he had read the script in advance.
So, he turned out to be a college student?
A student who was only a few years older than her actually turned 10,000 into 100,000 in a month.
She then used two million to earn enough in a short period of time to repay her principal, plus one hundred thousand in interest.
Su Qianqian originally wanted to tell her husband that she was also a student.
But even with my fingers already on the keyboard, I thought about it and deleted it.
Let's not tell him yet, and give him a surprise when we meet.
[Okay, honey!]
Let's meet again in September.
As Su Qianqian typed, the smile on her lips was impossible to suppress.
After chatting with her husband for a few more minutes, Su Qianqian closed QQ.
She leaned back in her chair and looked up at the ceiling.
It's already the end of June, and there are still more than two months until September.
Su Qianqian lowered her head, looking at her fingers on the keyboard, and suddenly started making a list in her mind.
On the day of the meeting, what should she wear? Should she redo her hair? What should she say as her first words?
Su Qianqian went through the list in her mind, then overturned it and started over.
Finally, he simply lay down on the table, buried his face in his arms, and chuckled softly.
……
At the same time, a black Porsche Cayenne drove into the urban area of H City.
The street scene outside the car window changed from the highway to the city's main road, and then turned into a bustling commercial district.
The driver was a young man.
He wore a dark gray shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms, a Vacheron Constantin watch on his left wrist, his wrist resting on the steering wheel, his fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel in rhythm with the car's audio system.
On the passenger seat was a bouquet of Ecuadorian roses tied with a deep red ribbon, next to which was an orange Hermès gift box.
His name is Zhou Minghui. He's the one who was blocked by Su Qianqian in the previous text message, and then changed his number three times, only to be blocked again after sending messages.
Zhou Minghui parked his Porsche Cayenne in front of a five-star hotel.
He tossed the car keys to the doorman, then picked up the bouquet and gift box from the passenger seat and walked into the lobby.
In the elevator, he faced the mirrored wall, straightened his collar, and slowly smiled.
"Su Qianqian, I'm coming to find you soon."
"I'll definitely get you within half a month."
……
A week has passed in the blink of an eye.
Lin Bei's Taobao shop went from being completely ignored to gradually becoming popular.
The addition of sexy lingerie came much faster than he had expected.
The number of views for stockings, lace lingerie, and women's underwear doubled the day they were put on the shelves.
On the third day, the first order was received.
On the fifth day, daily sales exceeded fifty orders.
By the seventh day, the average daily orders had stabilized at over one hundred.
Lin Bei posted several sets of model photos of the new sexy lingerie on the store's homepage.
These are not real photos; they are authorized photos taken by professional models that Mr. Wu found in Guangzhou.
Their hot figures and alluring poses, combined with his handwritten copywriting, resulted in a click rate more than five times higher than that of ordinary women's clothing.
Lin Bei started using Taobao's direct traffic service in the backend. In 08, the cost per click for direct traffic was only a few cents.
He invests 100 yuan every day and can get several thousand exposures.
Although the conversion rate is not high, the large base naturally leads to an increase in orders.
The store's reputation rating dropped from one red heart to three.
Another day passed, the day the notification was to be issued.
Lin Bei took out the white short-sleeved shirt from the closet, put it on, straightened the collar in front of the mirror, and then ran his hand through his hair.
After confirming that there were no problems, I pushed open the door and went outside.
Lin Bei had just closed the door when he turned around and saw Song Qingning walking out from the door next door.
She wore a light green short-sleeved T-shirt and beige capri pants, her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and she wore light makeup.
"Hey, isn't this the big boss?" Song Qingning smiled at Lin Bei.
"Your online store is really popular lately!"
"It's alright, it's nothing special." Lin Bei put his hands in his pockets and walked downstairs.
"Selling millions a day will be a piece of cake in the future."
Song Qingning followed him down the stairs, pouted, and flicked her ponytail behind her head.
"Keep bragging."
"Daily sales of several million are for big department stores. If your newly opened Taobao shop can sell that much, I'll eat your sofa."
Lin Bei glanced back at Song Qingning, a slight smile playing on his lips, but didn't reply.
Song Qingning descended a few more steps and suddenly asked, "Which school did you apply to?"
Lin Bei shrugged: "I'll go to whichever school sends me an acceptance letter."
"I'm different from you guys. You and Qianqian are both top students with scores of over 600, while I'm just a second-tier student with scores of over 500. I'll be happy if any school accepts me."
Lin Bei pushed open the unit door.
As the early July sunlight streamed in, he squinted.
Song Qingning gently kicked the heel of his shoe from behind him, with very little force, like stepping on a cockroach.
"You're asking me which city I'm going to, and you're telling me the admission score?"
"Yes, we have them all."
"Hmph!" Song Qingning snorted and walked right past Lin Bei.
Her steps were light and quick, her ponytail swaying back and forth.
Ok? !
Lin Bei watched Song Qingning's retreating figure, feeling that she was somewhat inexplicable.
When the two arrived at the school, the school gate was already full of bicycles and electric scooters.
Many high school graduates walked in one after another.
Some people were holding their newly received admission notice envelopes and taking photos with their parents in front of the school building.
Lin Bei saw Lao Gao from afar, standing under the crooked locust tree next to the guardhouse, fanning himself with a notification envelope.
He got even darker from the sun.