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Billionaire's Unwilling Wife

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Capitulo 905: Chapter 905: Which Middle School Are You Planning to Apply To?

Xia Nuo furrowed her brow slightly; she really didn’t like this aunt, but it was someone else’s family matter, and

she had no right to interfere.

Leng Yan closed the door and walked up to her, casually saying, “Let’s go, off to class.”

On the way, Xia Nuo tried asking him, “What did your mom say to you?”

From his reaction at the time, things seemed quite serious.

“Nothing.” Leng Yan lowered his eyes, and Xia Nuo saw that he was struggling to speak, so she didn’t press

further.

But for several days in a row, his mood was a bit downcast. Even though he always had an expressionless face,

she still sensitively felt that he was in a bad mood.

What exactly did his mom say to him?

Although the pressure of junior high wasn’t as intense as senior high, the studies were still stressful. Xia Nuo’s

goal was to get into J City’s First High School, the best high school in the city. However, her grades were really

just average, so getting into First High seemed a bit of a stretch.

Luckily, she wasn’t someone who accepted fate easily; she studied hard every day, thinking maybe she would

get lucky and get into First High.

Leng Yan noticed her efforts and followed her lead by studying diligently.

Tflew by, and June arrived. In just a few days, the high school entrance exams would take place.

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As graduation approached, Xia Nuo felt both joyful and sad. Graduation meant she would soon enter high school,

but it also meant saying goodbye to her classmates.

June truly was a month filled with happiness and sorrow.

“Leng Yan, which high school do you plan to apply to?” Xia Nuo asked him.

He was about to graduate from primary school, and his good grades made getting into First High seem like no

problem at all.

“What about you?” he asked in return.

Xia Nuo smiled and said, “Of course, | want to get into First High, but I'm afraid | won't make it.”

“I don’t know where I'll go either,” Leng Yan lowered his eyes and replied.

“Your grades have always been top-notch; getting into First High is definitely not an issue.”

“Hmm, we'll see,” he said.

Xia Nuo thought he lacked confidence about getting into First High, so she encouraged him. Little did she know

his real thoughts: if she got into First High, he'd go there too. If she stayed at Third High, he'd stay as well.

Xia Nuo’s mom unexpectedly didn’t accompany her dad and suddenly returned. She said that with her daughter

about to take the high school entrance exams, she couldn't be absent.

Xia Nuo was touched by her mom’s words and glanced at Leng Yan. He lowered his eyes, his emotions

unreadable—but did he also wish his parents were there with him, supporting him through the exams?

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This house couldn't give him any sense of home.

“Xiao Yan, Mom is back.”

Hearing his mom's voice, Leng Yan looked excitedly toward the door, though the joy was fleeting, unnoticed by

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Leng Yan obediently let her dress him in the clothes and shoes.

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Yin Cui felt proud of having such a good-looking son, but the thought of his father brought a trace of melancholy

to her eyes.

“Do you like it?” she asked him.