Loved By An Older Man

Jiang Li walked over and spread her hands. "What she said is true. So, Miss Kang, you should change your temper. You can live a few extra years."

Kang Xue: "..."

Why? Why did Jiang Li speak up for Jiang Yu?

What was wrong with this world?

…

On the school forum, there was a piece of news about the sophomore students of the music department who were going to compose a song for the flood relief.

Originally, this matter was nothing strange. The teachers at the school would often arrange this same assignment.

However, unexpectedly, a photo of Jiang Yu standing with Professor Bai was posted.

There were also people who revealed that this time that not only would the sophomore class one would participate in the composing, but the freshman Jiang Yu would also participate too.

"This is obviously going through a backdoor, right?"

This thought flashed through the minds of some of the students.

However, everyone felt that even if Jiang Yu participated in the senior competition, there was no chance of her winning.

Seven days later, the Public Service Song of Lanzhou's flood relief announced the results of their selection.

"The mark of the storm", lyrics and composition, Jiang Yu.

For a moment, the entire music department was dumbfounded.

"I always thought that Kang Xue's song would be chosen. I didn't expect it to be someone else, a freshman."

"It can't be. Did they write it wrong?"

"There are so many talented students in sophomore class one, but they can't beat a freshman? I don't believe it."

"Is there something fishy going on?"

Thinking of the photo of Jiang Yu and professor Bai standing together, everyone had a vague guess that Jiang Yu had used some dirty tricks to get this spot.

At the same time.

Kang Xue also had a look of disbelief on her face.

The lyrics of the song she wrote, "We're together," were about inseparable relations, and not giving up on anyone.

It fit the theme perfectly, and the melody was very touching. How could she lose to Jiang Yu?

"I don't believe it!" Kang Xue was furious.

She quickly contacted the foundation and asked.

However, the reply was, "We chose between two songs in the end. One was 'We Are Together', and the other was 'The Mark of The Storm'. However, the one that got the most votes was the current one because the lyrics of this song fit the theme better. It's catchy and more vivid."

Kang Xue: "..." Her song was also in line with the theme. It was also catchy, okay?

This was clearly their way of evading her.

It must be that Jiang Yu wanted to gild herself with gold, so she used this song as a gimmick, wanting to step on her shoulders.

"Xue'er, what do we do now?" Kang Xue's friend looked indignant.

To say that a freshman stepped on Kang Xue's head, and even surpassed Kang Xue in terms of lyrics and composition, this was no longer a matter of a song.

It was a matter of reputation.

"I demand an open and transparent revote!" Kang Xue said.

On the one side, Kang Xue was still looking for various connections to request a revote.

On the other side, Jiang Yu was not in school.

These few days, Jiang Hai and Wei Juan had come to Hu city.

They said that they were worried about their two daughters being alone in Hu City, so Wei Juan encouraged Jiang Hai to open a branch office in Hu City.

Moreover, Jiang Hai's eldest brother, Jiang Guo, was still in Hu City.

Jiang Guo's business was bigger than Jiang Hai, so he could take care of Jiang Hai in business.

And today was the day Jiang Guo's daughter got engaged.

So Jiang Hai asked Jiang Yu and Jiang Ran to attend the engagement party.

In an apartment near Ivy University, Jiang Yu was busy looking for a dress.

What was more worrying was that she had received the news at the last minute and hadn't prepared any gifts.

Moreover, Jiang Yu had never met Jiang Guo's family.

Even so, Jiang Yu couldn't go empty-handed because she was related to them.

At this moment, the doorbell rang outside the door.

Jiang Yu, who was busy, hurriedly went to open the door.

She found that it was Teng Yi standing outside the door.

He was still holding something in his hand.