Chapter 11: Turning Point?
Over there, even though Zhang Little Rabbit’s heart was burning with curiosity, she managed to restrain herself.
“You’re really no fun. So it’s true what they say—gossip always stops with Shi Qingqing.”
Shi Qingqing replied with a dry laugh.
After hanging up on Zhang Little Rabbit, Shi Qingqing went back to waiting on QQ for red envelopes.
She wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight unless she managed to snatch a red envelope.
She waited for a while, but there was still no notification.
Where was the promised red envelope?
Stupid phone, stupid phone, do something!
Nothing happened.
Examining it closely, she realized that the QQ interface she was logged into looked slightly different from what she remembered.
There, at the very top, was a tiny button labeled “Snatch!”
Snatch? What was she waiting for? She tapped it.
Sure enough, as soon as she did, a familiar line of text appeared on her screen:
“Searching for red envelope groups within ten meters, please wait…”
Shi Qingqing’s heart immediately began to race!
Seriously, could they have made the “Snatch” button any smaller?
She blamed it on her battered phone, with the little “Snatch” button hidden behind a crack in the screen—no wonder she hadn’t noticed it until now.
Five seconds passed—still “please wait…”
Ten seconds—still “please wait…”
Thirty seconds later.
“Sorry, no red envelopes found within ten meters. Search complete.”
What?
What?!
Shi Qingqing nearly lost her balance and almost fell off her chair.
Was this a joke? How could this be? She wanted to howl in frustration.
Couldn’t it work just this once?
But then she thought about it—most of the families upstairs and downstairs weren’t well off, and it was nearly ten o’clock; most people had probably turned off their phones and gone to bed. No one sending red envelopes was perfectly normal.
What to do? What to do?
Shi Qingqing pondered for a moment, grabbed her phone and keys, and quietly slipped outside.
Ten meters, right?
If there were no red envelopes within these ten meters, she’d just walk another ten meters and try again! After all, her lousy phone didn’t need Wi-Fi or data—some kind of black technology let it connect to the Internet automatically.
She had to give herself credit for such quick thinking.
***
Golden Emperor International Hotel, top floor.
There was only one resident here. The private elevator led directly up, and even the elevator switch was fingerprint-activated—only the owner’s fingerprint could open it, not even building management had access.
This was the apartment where Zhan Su stayed while he attended Qingming University.
Rong Zhihuan gave Zhan Su a thorough examination. “Young Master, you are in perfect health now, with no hidden concerns. Please rest assured.”
Rong Zhihuan was a middle-aged man with a scholarly appearance, a collateral member of the Rong family.
The Rong family had produced generations of renowned physicians, and only the extremely wealthy or powerful could afford a Rong family member as their private doctor.
Even a collateral relative was hard to come by.
Zhan Su stroked his chin. “It’s strange, though. There was definitely contact…”
Rong Zhihuan considered this, then said carefully, “Young Master, my father once said that your condition can be cured, but it requires a catalyst. If the person who bumped into you was indeed a woman, and you didn’t have a noticeable reaction, then this woman could be the key to treating your allergy…”
A catalyst?
Old Master Rong’s medical skills were respected worldwide—he was among the very best. He had indeed said something like this before…
“…This child, Su, suffers from a rare and difficult-to-treat form of social anxiety with a gender component. But it’s not without hope. If one day he meets a woman whose touch does not provoke a reaction, she could stay by his side and gradually help him recover…”
All these years, Zhan Su’s condition had not improved; in fact, it seemed to be getting worse. Life was increasingly inconvenient for him, and his family was growing anxious.