Chapter 25: Qiao Zhen Blocked Ji Xian
Imperial Crown KTV, the most luxurious private suite.
Under the dazzling chandelier, the light shone brilliantly, exuding utmost extravagance. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, and music lingered around, wrapping the guests in its rhythm.
Ji Xian sat at the very center, surrounded by the boisterous singing of the boys. Irritation welled up inside him; he couldn’t help but frown.
“Shut up. You’re loud.”
The chaotic KTV suite fell instantly silent. The lively atmosphere dissipated, the temperature dropping as if winter had come in a single breath.
The boys exchanged uncertain glances, quickly putting away their casual swagger, not daring to make a sound.
No one could guess Ji Xian’s mood.
Since the guest of honor was displeased, naturally, no one dared speak.
Last year, his birthday had been celebrated in the same way—lively and grand. Although Young Master Ji had appeared aloof, his mood had been visibly good then.
Why was today so... strange?
Compared to last year, everything was exactly the same.
Except for one thing: someone was missing.
Just then, a boy tentatively spoke up, his voice cautious. “How about we invite Qiao Zhen as well?”
Everyone discreetly observed Ji Xian’s expression.
The man reclined on the sofa, dressed in a crisply pressed English-style shirt. His legs crossed elegantly, his whole demeanor radiating a cold, unapproachable nobility.
His pale eyes were like mist—impossible to decipher.
Upon hearing this, Ji Xian finally responded. He nodded.
The boy instantly caught on and began composing a message.
Yu Wenjian was less enthusiastic, snorting, “Ji Xian, Qiao Zhen is probably waiting for us to invite her. If we do, we’ll be walking right into her trap.”
The others chimed in, “Exactly. The less we pay attention to her, the more anxious she’ll get. She won’t dare act up again.”
Ji Xian was silent for a moment, then swept his gaze coldly over them.
“Call her over.”
Only then did the boy hit send.
The next moment, his eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at his phone, stammering, “Qiao Zhen—Qiao Zhen actually—”
Yu Wenjian crossed his legs, indifferent. “What, she replied right away?”
The boy shook his head, astonished. “No, she—she blocked me!”
His words were barely finished when everyone seemed to realize something. They all whipped out their phones to contact Qiao Zhen.
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“Damn! She blocked me too—WeChat, QQ, gone without a trace!”
“Same here!”
“She blocked me too? I’ve never even spoken a single word to her!”
Without a doubt, total defeat.
Only Ji Xian hadn’t sent a message yet.
Everyone exchanged glances, beginning to suspect, though it seemed impossible.
Come on—Even if Qiao Zhen had deliberately blocked them, she wouldn’t possibly block Ji Xian, right?
Ji Xian opened his phone, expressionless, scrolling through their chat history, eyes narrowing slightly.
Almost all the messages had been sent by Qiao Zhen:
[Got into the elective finance class! I made lots of little cookies, bringing some for you guys tomorrow!]
[Little bunny sleeping.jpg]
[I’m already at the library! Waiting for you~]
[Happy little penguin]
She hadn’t sent many messages—not overwhelming, nor filled with trivial details. Each time, she was careful, maintaining a polite distance, afraid to disturb anyone, afraid of being disliked for talking too much.
Between the lines, one could sense the girl’s nervousness, excitement, and warmth. She seemed to blend right in with the cute animals from her emojis.
In stark contrast, his replies were much colder—like a machine, devoid of warmth. Usually just an “oh”, a period, or sometimes no reply at all...
Snapping out of his thoughts, Ji Xian frowned slightly and typed a “?” in the chat, then hit send.
No matter what, Qiao Zhen shouldn’t have blocked all the boys around him the day before his birthday.
It was simply too unreasonable.
But the next second—
A glaring red exclamation mark appeared, as sharp as a knife stabbing straight into his eyes, blood-red.
The system’s cold prompt popped up: [Message sent, but refused by recipient.]
This meant he was blocked. If she had merely deleted him as a friend, the prompt should have said [Recipient has enabled friend verification—you are not yet their friend...]
Ji Xian stared at the chat interface, his face darkening, the aloof and proud mask suddenly cracking.
The others watched his reaction, their hearts skipping a beat—astonished.
No way?
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Qiao Zhen actually had the nerve to block Ji Xian?
Such a daring tactic for catching attention had truly never been seen before—it must have been advised by some expert behind the scenes!
One word: ruthless.
Under the dim KTV lighting, half of Ji Xian’s face was shrouded in darkness, unreadable, his expression so gloomy it seemed ink might drip from it.
Cold light shot from his eyes. “Call her!”
Use an unfamiliar phone to call Qiao Zhen.
Yu Wenjian immediately took out his phone, but hesitated, looking troubled. “I don’t think any of us have her number saved.”
Ji Xian’s voice was icy, blurting out, “137****6828.”
Only after Yu Wenjian dialed the number did the group gradually realize—
Why did Ji Xian know Qiao Zhen’s phone number by heart??
Meanwhile, at the amusement park.
Qiao Zhen queued for the restroom, feeling a wave of anxiety.
A long line snaked out from the women’s bathroom, far more than those waiting for the roller coaster; next door, the men’s restroom was deserted.
Why! On earth! Is this happening!!!
Forget it, don’t get mad—not yet. Just hold it a bit longer, sob sob (｡＞﹏＜｡)…
Qin Yichi stood nearby, holding Qiao Zhen’s phone and small backpack, calm and relaxed.
Suddenly, Qiao Zhen’s phone rang.
An unfamiliar number.
Qin Yichi glanced down, uninterested, and didn’t answer.
Probably a scam call.
But the ringtone rang again and again, urgently, as if something critical demanded it be answered. Only then did Qin Yichi swipe to accept the call.
The next second, Yu Wenjian’s reproachful voice sounded, harsh and accusatory:
“Qiao Zhen, you’ve got some nerve, blocking us?!”
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