Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Chapter 31: Are You Qiao Nian?

Rao City’s First High School was a century-old. Every year, their students were admitted to the two top universities, Qingda University and Beijing University. There were many celebrity alumni in previous years as well, so the school was said to be the best in Rao City.

At the beginning of the new semester, a crowd formed at the school gate as parents drove their kids to school.

Among them, the royal blue Bentley that Qiao Weimin drove was particularly eye-catching on the road.

Many parents sending their children to school looked in their direction with curious and enviable eyes. Qiao Weimin and Qiao Chen were full of a spring breeze, arrogantly accepting the envious gazes from all sides.

Qiao Nian only gave them one glance before lifting her shoulder bag and entering the school gates. She acted as if they were completely unrelated to her.

However, it was Qiao Chen who saw a familiar blue figure from a distance. She recognized her and grabbed Qiao Weimin, pointing at Qiao Nian’s back. “Dad, is that my sister? It looks like her from the back.”

When Qiao Weimin looked in the direction she was pointing at, the arrogant figure had already disappeared from the crowd.

He frowned and said nonchalantly, “Leave her alone. Anyway, she won’t be in the same class as you. If you bump into her in school, just pretend you don’t know her.”

the corners of Qiao Chen’s mouth curled up. She stood

to Class D or F. She might even go to a trash class

and Qiao Nian were destined to be the difference between the white clouds in the

happened that her close friends arrived at this moment, so she threw Qiao Nian to the back of her mind and started chatting with

…

Outside the principal’s office.

Nian knocked on

“Come in.”

the door to see the spacious and bright principal’s office. A row of green plants stood in front of a huge desk, and except for the large leather desk, the walls were filled with

She closed the door.

was more than one

first person to greet her was a man holding a portfolio, probably in his early forties, with sparse hair and scorched skin. However, his eyes were bright and serious as he stared at her, first stunned for a moment, before lowering his head and

picture, the girl appeared rustic and her

glanced at the beautiful, ostentatious, and slightly undisciplined girl in front of him. How could she be the