They all want to control me!

Chapter 79 Qiaoqiao is angry

A shadow fell on her face, and Su Lingle opened her eyes. The azure sky and slowly drifting white clouds came into view. Her gaze moved down to Lin Ran's face.

She stretched out her hand and said in a pained voice, "I'm so tired, my whole body aches, pull me."

Jiang Qiaoqiao didn't move. Instead, she crossed her arms and looked down at her with a hint of disdain in her eyes.

Su Lingle was first surprised, then confused, and finally realized what was happening. She closed her eyes and put her arm back over them to block the sunlight.

"Jiang Qiaoqiao, it's you. I finally understand why you were able to see through my control of Lin Ran. It turns out that people who are close to each other every day really can feel that sense of unease. It's too obvious."

After saying that, she didn't say another word.

Perhaps because she had cried so much last night and was a little tired today, Su Lingle was listless after guessing that it was Jiang Qiaoqiao who was controlling Lin Ran's body.

The two women have recently discovered that the time they spend controlling themselves is fixed at three hours each day.

It's 10 o'clock now, which means Jiang Qiaoqiao won't leave until 1 o'clock.

So annoying.

Now Su Lingle has lost interest in even physical education class. When the PE teacher organizes Tai Chi practice, she lies alone on the grass, chewing on a blade of grass, watching the blue sky and white clouds.

The first long class flew by, why is the second one taking so long?

Su Lingle sighed, took out the old phone Lin Ran had given her, and idly scrolled through WeChat.

Her parents sent her a message once, transferring 100,000 yuan, and then never sent her another message.

She didn't accept the 100,000 yuan.

Since you're running away from home, you need to show determination and stand up for yourself!

I, Su Lingle, do not accept charity from anyone!

She scrolled up through the chat messages and accidentally clicked on Lin Ran's profile picture.

Last night at 9:15; Su Lingle: Dear brother, I'm hungry, please lend me some money~

"..."

Okay, everything I said before was bullshit.

Su Lingle covered her face, feeling most annoyed by this kind of lightning-fast slap in the face, feeling like a clown.

Scrolling up further, I saw a message from my manager, a regular monthly routine, asking if I had come up with a new song yet.

New song... I can't think of one.

Su Lingle turned off her old phone, rolled over, rested her chin on her hands, and looked at a figure in the crowd practicing Tai Chi.

The experiences of this period came to mind.

As if something had been touched, her eyes gradually glazed over, and she unconsciously hummed an unfamiliar, beautiful tune.

One o'clock in the afternoon, at the library.

Before leaving her body, Jiang Qiaoqiao said, "I'll wait for you at the entrance of the community this afternoon so we can try on new clothes."

After saying that, her voice disappeared.

Lin Ran regained control of her body, shook her head, and continued flipping through the books on her desk.

Su Lingle sat opposite, writing something on a piece of white paper with a pencil. She would occasionally scratch her hair in frustration, and sometimes she would cry and laugh at the same time, looking like a lunatic.

Perhaps all artists are this eccentric.

Lin Ran looked away, glancing back out of the corner of her eye.

Sitting at the desk behind was a girl wearing black-rimmed glasses, Ruan Xue, a sophomore majoring in computer science.

Her hands flew across the keyboard, her expression similar to Su Lingle's, but much less intense.

I remember once secretly looking at Ruan Xue's computer; she had a Word document open, and it looked like she was writing something.

Since the orientation party, Lin Ran has often seen Ruan Xue in the library, typing on her keyboard for several days in a row, and he doesn't know what she's writing.

…………

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

Lin Ran packed her things, slung her bag over her shoulder, and went straight home instead of participating in club activities.

Su Lingle followed closely behind.

The moment she arrived home, Su Lingle, who was yawning, suddenly felt her legs go weak and was about to fall to the ground. Lin Ran caught her from the front, and the next second, a feeling of separation came over her. Su Lingle had already regained control of her body.

"The timing was adjusted too early this time; next time it should be later," Lin Ran thought to himself.

This wasn't the first time Su Lingle had controlled her body, so she quickly realized what was happening, hugged herself, and placed herself on the sofa.

She stood there stunned for a few seconds, seemingly unsure of what to do, and instinctively began cleaning the rented room.

This is a habit she's recently developed; she treats it as paying rent by cleaning, cooking, and doing housework in exchange for the right to live in the rented apartment.

Lin Ran initially urged her to leave, but later realized that urging was useless, so he stopped. Having an extra nanny at home, who only needed to provide a room and food, was not bad.

After cleaning up, Lin Ran said, "Let's go downstairs. Jiang Qiaoqiao will take me to try on the custom-made clothes."

"...The troublemaker is here again."

Su Lingle complained.

She especially didn't want to see Jiang Qiaoqiao; it was like fire and water.

Eldest sister, don't even mention second sister, none of you are honest.

Of all the girls Lin Ran knew, the only one he could call honest and trustworthy was Tao Zhiyao.

downstairs.

A Cullinan was parked in front of the residential area, attracting the attention of young people who rented the place.

Although the buildings in the heating plant residential area are dilapidated, they are in a good location and are rented by many migrant workers from other provinces, followed by elderly people, while young couples are rare.

The young people were amazed.

Seeing so many people watching, the elderly men and women came over to ask what was going on.

When a young person says, "This car can't be bought for less than six million," the eyes of the elderly men and women instantly light up.

Most people don't know luxury car brands, but they do know the significance of six million. For an average family with an annual income of 120,000, this car represents their total income over sixty years without spending a single penny.

Of course, what outsiders consider luxury cars and valuables are nothing to Su Lingle.

Her family doesn't own a car that expensive, but they do have a license plate that's among the most sought-after in the province and is extremely rare.

In the past, owners of such luxury cars would obediently get out of the car, bend down, and have someone open the car door for them.

Su Lingle squeezed into the crowd and banged on the glass with such force that it made the people around her jump.

My goodness, six million! If you don't control the force of that slap well, you could lose several thousand dollars.

Why is this girl so fierce?

Su Lingle didn't care about anything else and said directly, "Open the door!"

With a click, the door lock opened.

Su Lingle pulled the car over, plopped down inside, and said to Jiang Qiaoqiao, "Move over there, you're squeezing me."

Onlookers: "???"

This is the first time I've seen someone act so arrogantly when riding in someone else's car.

Jiang Qiaoqiao sighed. Just from her tone, she knew that Lin Ran's body was now inhabited by the soul of another troublesome person.

Jiang Qiaoqiao really did sit on the other side.

This time, it was Aunt Zhao, who was driving, who was surprised.

Qiaoqiao is never inferior to others. Although her relationship with Lin Ran is ambiguous now, she doesn't need to show weakness like this.

Did something happen between them?

With doubts lingering, Aunt Zhao released the handbrake, shifted gears, and stepped on the gas, and the Cullinan, exuding an aura of wealth, drove away from the neighborhood.

Lin Ran silently observed the two women's reactions.

The two sat on opposite sides.

Jiang Qiaoqiao crossed her arms, lowered her head, closed her eyes, and seemed to be thinking about something;

Su Lingle leaned against the car door, the window was down two-thirds of the way down, her elbow resting on the window, supporting her chin, enjoying the breeze and the scenery.

The two women were subtly vying for dominance, neither speaking to the other.

Aunt Zhao was simply puzzled as to what had happened.

The car was parked in a high-end clothing store, a place Lin Ran had visited before.

The clothes here range from four figures to over ten thousand yuan. There are professional tailors on the second floor who can make custom-made clothes according to body shape and preferences. Only special customers who know the owner's contact information can go up there.

Jiang Qiaoqiao got out of the car and walked in calmly.

Anyone with eyes could see that she was frowning and in a bad mood.

Su Lingle followed behind, feeling no pressure as she entered. She didn't know much about fabrics, so she mentally compared which clothes were ugly and which were beautiful to Lin Ran based on her own preferences.

After just one glance, I rejected most of the clothes in the store.

"It's too formal. Wearing it makes me feel like I can't breathe, like it's constricting my body. It looks uncomfortable."

Su Lingle's clothing style leans towards casual and modern; she looks down on formal attire, even if a single top costs as much as two months' salary for an average person.

She buys clothes without looking at the price, only based on her preferences. Even if a piece of clothing costs only a few dozen yuan, she will buy it and wear it every day if she likes it.

Jiang Qiaoqiao is different. Lin Ran had heard her say that she has sensitive skin and gets rashes when she wears clothes made of cheap materials. She has to be very selective and has a good understanding of clothing and fabrics.

Aunt Zhao came in last. She was very friendly with the shop assistants. She is usually in charge of communicating with them to order custom-made clothes.

"Xiao Miao, is your boss here? I've come to pick up my clothes."

"Yes, Sister Zhao, on the second floor. Tea is ready for you and Miss Qiaoqiao," the shop assistant said with a smile as she looked at Lin Ran. "This must be Mr. Lin. When the boss ordered the clothes, he said that this kid must be tall and strong with good proportions. When I came here today, it was indeed so. And he's very handsome too."

Su Lingle returned a smile.

She is now Lin Ran, and she needs to maintain a certain image in the public eye.

As the group went up to the second floor, an elderly woman in her sixties with gray hair got up and handed them a set of casual clothes that were somewhat formal.

Jiang Qiaoqiao dragged Su Lingle to change her clothes. The old lady wanted to follow, but Aunt Zhao held her back.

"Sister Wang, young people will have their moments like that. Let's give them some space."

"Oh, haha, Qiaoqiao has grown up too."

The old woman's eyes changed, and she instantly understood; they had all been young and knew those things.

Then she spoke with a hint of melancholy:

"Back then, I made the wedding dress for Qiaoqiao's parents myself. That golden couple ended up like that, leaving only this child in the world... So many years have passed, and this child has brought a handsome little boy to me. What a cycle."

"Yes," Aunt Zhao's eyes softened, "Qiaoqiao has endured so much alone in her wheelchair for so many years. I hope she can find her own happiness."

On the other side, in the locker room.

Lin Ran is facing the first major ordeal of the day.

After putting on the clothes, Su Lingle commented:

"Jiang Qiaoqiao, your fashion sense is terrible, not even as good as mine. This outfit makes you look like an old dad."

"..."

In an instant, Jiang Qiaoqiao's face darkened.