Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Chapter 118: Asking for praise, I returned the red envelope

Early in the morning, Shang Qing woke from a sweet dream, picked up the phone by the bed, and turned on the screen.

Looking at the displayed number, she was a little stunned. What happened?

Shang Qing rubbed her nose, thankful her phone was on silent. Otherwise, she'd go crazy seeing the frantic calls that started bombarding her before six in the morning. It wasn't even six o'clock yet. Could her best friend, could she not be so self-disciplined? It was the weekend, wasn't it? She was supposed to catch up on sleep.

It's fine now, it's already 9:30. She answered Xue Xuelin's call.

On the phone.

"You damn guy! You didn't tell us your birthday!" Xue Xuelin was furious the moment she answered the phone. Her voice was almost a roar, and her face turned pink with anger.

Shang Qing finally understood why Xue Xuelin had called. She felt helpless now. Blame it on her for getting too excited yesterday and posting a fancy message on WeChat Moments. Now, look! This morning, she'd been bombarded with calls. Apparently, the other people were calling because of the same thing.

"Xue Xue, I just found out about this yesterday too." Shang Qing was telling the truth.

"You just found out yesterday? You don't even remember your own birthday?" Xue Xuelin didn't believe it.

Shang Qing felt aggrieved. She truly couldn't remember. She simply had trouble remembering numbers and names. Otherwise, she wouldn't have suffered so much every time she memorized these kinds of knowledge points.

"Okay, then when did you find out yesterday?" Xue Xuelin tried her best to catch her breath and calm down, and asked a question that Shang Qing had to answer.

"Hey, good morning."

"You! You! If you knew this morning, why didn't you tell us?" Well, the question was back again. Shang Qing held her forehead with her hand, a headache aching. Could she delete her Moments now?

For the sake of her own happy weekend, she decided not to call back any of the unanswered calls. Xue Xuelin, a gentle classmate, had become an angry little lion because of this, and she had to coax her into submission. As for the others, well, forget it. She didn't want to go through the hassle of talking to them once the call was connected.

She could now imagine what would happen on WeChat. But no matter what, she could still mentally handle the WeChat reply.

Sure enough, the moment I opened WeChat, countless unread messages and likes flooded in.

What could Shang Qing do? She could only politely reply with thanks. She replied until her fingers ached.

Ji Xun sat down next to Shang Qing, watching her curled up on the sofa, her bright little face wrinkled into a small bun. He wanted to twist and pinch her, but he didn't dare. He could only hold it in, quietly watching her reply attentively from the side.

"Hmm, my hands hurt." Shang Qing sighed and leaned back on the sofa helplessly. In fact, it was just a casual sigh, but Ji Xun heard it.

Ji Xun approached, pulled the busy little hand into his big palm, raised his head and looked at the confused Shang Qing, and said in a very sincere voice: "Sister, let me massage your fingers."

"Oh, okay. Okay." Shang Qing nodded happily and sat down obediently.

"I used to massage you, and now you massage me. Does this count as a reward? Woohoo, you still have to do good things. Look, look, because you did a good deed, now you have such a well-behaved and sensible brother." Shang Qing thought beautifully, leaning back on the sofa more casually.

Ji Xun massaged with just the right amount of pressure. Shang Qing's petite hands fluttered in his big palms. She sighed comfortably, enjoying it so much.

"Sister, let me reply for you." Ji Xun asked Shang Qing for her consent.

Shang Qing eagerly placed her phone in Ji Xun's hand, saying politely, "Thank you for your help, Xiaoxun." She had already replied to dozens of friends, but it was clear that there were still many unread messages.

Shang Qing picked up a yellow apple and began to chew it. "Wow, this kind of apple is still the best. Delicious."

Ji Xun typed very quickly, his slender fingers flying across the phone keys. His expression was serious and solemn, and he took Shang Qing's task very seriously.

It wasn't until he saw Lai Lin's name that his fingers paused. Impulse had finally overcome reason. Why was this boy so persistent? He had sent a blessing text and a red envelope as soon as Shang Qing finished posting on WeChat Moments.

Ji Xun decisively refused the red envelope with a sentence: Thank you for the birthday wishes, but I won’t accept the red envelope.

Lai Lin, flipping through his phone again and again, was thrilled when Shang Qing's reply appeared. But when he saw the message, "Thank you for the birthday wishes, but I won't accept the red envelope," his excitement sank. He wanted to ask Shang Qing why she didn't accept it. The red envelope wasn't big, she could accept it, so why not this time?

Lai Lin only found out about Shang Qing's birthday through Zhang Qi. Zhang Qi noticed Shang Qing's WeChat Moments post at around 11 PM, and then, incredibly excited, called him. Lai Lin was asleep at the time and almost wanted to call Zhang Qi. What a lunatic! Calling him so late at night and waking him up!

But when Zhang Qi told him the news, he immediately hung up the phone and opened his Moments.

This is a nine-square grid. There's a beautiful balloon wall, a room decorated with ribbons and colorful lights, a beautiful and exquisite birthday cake, a bouquet of dazzling sunflowers, a cute custom necklace, a set of exquisite cosmetics, a large red envelope, a shot of her lowering her head to make a wish, only to see a blurry image and unable to see her face, and a commemorative moment when three hands hold the cake props and cut it.

These nine pictures are all very beautiful. Press and hold to download them. They are obviously not the quality that Shang Qing can take. It seems that they must have been taken by Shang Qing's younger brother Ji Xun.

Lai Lin thought with a sour feeling. He wanted to give her a gift, but the birthday had already passed, and he felt a little embarrassed to give her a gift.

"Ah." Lai Lin sighed helplessly, set his phone aside, and leaned back in his bedroom swivel chair, listening to a live video feed of his father's management meeting. He was learning management, being taught by his father himself. How could a true heir to a family have free time?

Lai Lin stopped thinking about it and just focused on his work to disrupt his uncontrollable random thoughts.

After replying to all the blessing messages, Ji Xun held up Lai Lin's dialog box, looking for praise, and took the initiative to admit: "Sister, I know you won't accept it, so I returned the red envelope."

Shang Qing glanced at the displayed number, ruffled his soft hair, and said with a lamenting expression: "Hey? Hey... a big red envelope disappeared. Xiao Xun, you really understand me."

Ji Xun of course knew that Shang Qing was not angry, she was just sighing and teasing on purpose.

"Thank you for the compliment, sister." Ji Xun became more gentle and well-behaved, making Shang Qing laugh so hard that she fell over, and she became even happier.