Reincarnation: From Opressed Missy to Campus Belle

A few days later.

Han Nanxian was in school when his smartwatch dinged. It only dinged when there was an emergency or important message. Checking his pants pockets and then his school bag, he realised that he had forgotten his cell phone at home or somewhere else.

Since he was still looking for his phone and not being able to check out messages, the restless party called him through his smartwatch as it could receive urgent calls, if transferred.

"Hello?" Han Nanxian said as soon as he picked up the call.

"Young Master Han, I'm manager Liu of ABC bank. We wanted to confirm if you made a purchase at FOF as we doubted your cards had been misused...."

"Oh, no," Han Nanxian murmured, holding his head in his palms. His accounts had been scrutinised by the bank on his father's orders. When large purchases were made at FOF (Furniture of Future) the bank immediately called him to clarify if the purchases were indeed made by him.

"Can you please tell me how much money was spent on FOF?" Han Nanxian asked. It was not possible for someone to use his cards as he had recently changed the pin and yet had to inform anyone about it. But payments could be made through his phone as he hadn't changed pins there.

Could it be that his phone had been misused but who was misusing it?

Furniture of Future was a business related to supplying all the necessary items for Interior decoration from furniture to furnishing. Who would be using his cell phone there?

"Nanxian, are you coming with me to Aunt Song's house?" Song Xueyun asked as she came with a bundle of thick books in her hands.

"Sorry, Yunyun. I can't come with you. I have to leave," Han Nanxian said as he ran towards the exit of the school. Since a chauffeur came to pick up and drop him at school, he didn't have any means to reach FOF.

"Nanxian! Nanxian! Wait! Tell me what's wrong?" Song Xueyun was running after him. The students leaving for the home were startled to see campus Ice princess running after God Han.

Since Nanxian had no means of transport for now. He decided to run to the store of FOF but before he could run for more than a street. A tall and lean boy appeared on a bicycle and parked it in front of him after making a drift like the cool teenager that he was.

Han Nanxian knew that if he tried to make small talk with Han Zixin, the latter was petty enough to drop him off on the street and never look back. So, he merely told him the address, "FOF store."

Han Zixin drove the bicycle at a frightening speed, scaring the shit out of Han Nanxian. He took turns and curves, almost making the other boy dizzy. He wasn't kind enough to look if the person sitting behind him was dead or alive.

If he was dead, boss Han would just buy him an expensive plot of land for his grave.

Fifteen minutes later, they reached the entrance of the FOF store. The distance of an hour by car was covered in fifteen minutes by Han Zixin. Only Han Nanxian knew the twisted and bumpy path almost killed him. He swore to never sit behind Han Zixin's bicycle. Of course,  he knew he was merely saying this as there was no way he would refuse to sit on the other boy's bicycle.

After getting off the bicycle, Han Nanxian puked his guts out while Han Zixin walked inside the huge store in a languid manner. The boy dressed in a school uniform appeared dignified and handsome. Although they wanted to ask why he was here, they dared not to after seeing the bored expression on his face.

Because of Han Nanxian's handsome face, he was given a water bottle by a shy shop attendant. After feeling better, he too ran after Han Zixin. However, he paused in his footsteps when he heard a boisterous laugh in the store.

"This old man feels good after visiting your store! Make sure you send all the purchased items to the right address or this old man has to make another trip down the store. Not that I mind!" The old man laughed and the staff trembled. Seemed like they didn't want him to visit again.

The staff had never seen such a profit blocker ever. And his discounting skills were lethal…

"Not bad! Not bad! That old fellow Ye is earning well through these stores. Don't forget to give me a good discount after all this old man has tolerated that old fellow Ye for more than fifty years. He won't shrink if he gives me a good discount," the old man said with another bout of laughter. "Also, I'm buying that set of bedding. What if my rascals decided to bring my precious granddaughters home? This open-minded and modern old man has to make preparations in advance."

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Author Note: Lately, I have been seeking less and less comments and I wonder why?