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Chapter 258: Day of Rebirth
When evening came, Gu Qinghuan headed to the Yu family’s house carrying the cake. The moment she stepped through the door, she saw Yu Yuan’s little black cat come rolling out.
Yu Yuan had named it Coal Ball because it was round, chubby, and fluffy. When it curled into a ball, you couldn’t even tell where its face was.
Seeing that the newcomer was Gu Qinghuan and not Yu Yuan, Coal Ball rapidly rolled right back inside, even bumping into the wall as it rounded the corner.
Gu Qinghuan greeted Yu Wenxiu, who had come out to meet her. “Hello, Auntie Yu.”
“You really didn’t need to bring a cake,” Yu Wenxiu said with a gentle, chiding smile as she took a fresh pair of slippers out of the shoe cabinet.
“It’s a surprise I prepared for Yu Yuan!” Gu Qinghuan said. Having switched her shoes, she walked into the living room and scanned the area. “Where is Yu Yuan? How come I don’t see her?”
“She went out to buy drinks.” Yu Wenxiu helped place the cake box to the side. “You’re the earliest. The other two haven’t arrived yet.”
Gu Qinghuan originally wanted to help out, but Yu Wenxiu pressed her down onto the sofa. “You girls are the guests today. Just sit and wait for dinner.”
Since she put it that way, Gu Qinghuan could only sit. Yu Wenxiu also brought over some small snacks, but Gu Qinghuan was saving her stomach for the main course, so she naturally wasn’t going to waste space on snacks.
Gu Qinghuan: [Why aren’t you guys here yet—]
Yu Xin: [There in ten minutes.]
Jiang Chuchu: [So you’re all by yourself right now, and it’s too awkward, isn’t it?]
Gu Qinghuan: [We can still be friends if you don’t call me out.]
Fortunately, Yu Yuan returned after buying the drinks. Setting the bag she was carrying onto the coffee table, she greeted Gu Qinghuan with a smile. “You got here so early.”
“Just waiting for dinner,” Gu Qinghuan said with absolute solemnity.
Before Yu Yuan could reply, her eyes caught the cake box next to her, and her eyebrows shot up instantly. “Why did you buy a cake too!”
“You and your mom have the exact same attitude,” Gu Qinghuan said righteously. “This is a very important surprise. You’ll know once you open it later!”
Helpless, Yu Yuan quietly resolved to give the drumsticks from the braised chicken chunks to Gu Qinghuan later.
Once Yu Xin and Jiang Chuchu arrived one after the other, Yu Wenxiu filled the round dining table to the brim.
Even Jiang Chuchu was a bit startled. “There are only five of us. Making this many dishes must have been too much trouble for you, Auntie.”
“No trouble at all,” Yu Wenxiu waved her hands repeatedly. “I cook these very quickly. As long as you girls enjoy it, that’s all that matters.”
Yu Yuan chimed in, “And don’t worry about it going to waste. I’ve already thought it through—I can pack the leftovers into lunchboxes and bring them to school for lunch.”
Yu Xin froze for a moment, but her expression quickly softened.
Back when she was at the Yu family home, let alone leftovers, the exact same dish wouldn’t even appear twice across two consecutive days.
It wasn’t that the Yu family was poor; if anything, most ordinary families lived exactly like this. Especially during the Lunar New Year’s Eve dinner, eating the same table of food for three to five days was entirely normal.
What Yu Xin found rare and precious was that Yu Yuan was able to seamlessly accept the changes in her life, and there wasn’t a trace of reluctance to be seen. She was genuinely adapting to her current life, and adapting very well—Yu Xin felt deeply comforted.
Gu Qinghuan fell into deep thought. Jiang Chuchu looked at her. “What are you thinking about?”
“Thinking about whether my mom would look at me with utter disdain if I packed up leftovers to take home,” Gu Qinghuan said.
Jiang Chuchu: “…I don’t know about your mom’s attitude, but I do know I’m looking at you with disdain right now.”
“That’s because you haven’t eaten Auntie Yu’s cooking!” Gu Qinghuan argued her case. “You’ll understand once you eat!”
Jiang Chuchu was skeptical. She picked up a bite of “ants climbing a tree” with her chopsticks and popped it into her mouth. Then, she put down her chopsticks. “Auntie Yu, would you be interested in coming to work at Yunjin House?”
Yu Wenxiu worked as a nanny, and her specialties were all home-cooked dishes, but she simply had a talent for making things delicious, savory, and impossible to tire of.
Hearing Jiang Chuchu’s words, Yu Wenxiu laughed so hard she couldn’t close her mouth, merely treating it as a polite compliment. “It’s wonderful as long as you girls think it tastes good.”
Jiang Chuchu wasn’t discouraged. Yunjin House did focus primarily on high-end dining, but in the current consumer climate, putting on too many airs would only backfire. This was also a prompt her father, Jiang Youwei, had given her as the successor. Jiang Chuchu was currently searching for the answer, and this table of food from Yu Wenxiu had given her a bit of inspiration.
However, talking business during a perfectly lovely dinner was a bit of a buzzkill, so Jiang Chuchu decided to set it aside for now and discuss it later.
The group happily ate their dinner, chatting as they ate. It was mostly the students talking, while Yu Wenxiu spent most of the time listening to their conversations, learning about their school life.
Yu Yuan and the others didn’t find it awkward to have an adult present either. Yu Wenxiu didn’t nitpick or judge their topics, and when she occasionally chimed in, she simply stated her own views.
When everyone was nearly finished eating, Yu Yuan stood up deliberately and cleared her throat. “Regarding the good news I want to announce today, let me show you something first.”
Gu Qinghuan nimbly cleared the table, removing the empty plates to make a space in the center, even wiping it down with a wet wipe.
Yu Yuan stared at her. “You definitely guessed it, didn’t you?”
Gu Qinghuan turned her head away. “I don’t know anything.”
Deciding to ignore her, Yu Yuan went to her room, brought something out while hiding it behind her back, and slammed it open right in the center of the table with a crisp thwack.
A deep brown cover, pale blue inner pages, and a bright red stamp.
Name: Yu Yuan (俞媛). Former Name: Yu Yuan (虞媛).
“Whoa—” The three girls let out surprised exclamations, followed by a burst of vigorous applause.
Yu Yuan stood with her hands on her hips. “From today onward, I am Yu Yuan, taking my mother’s surname!”
The Yu family had dragged things out until now, but with no way left to stall, they could only transfer Yu Yuan’s household registration under Yu Wenxiu’s name. Her relationship with her mother was now recognized by law, and the Yu family could never use the status of relatives to control her again.
Once they finished looking at it, Yu Yuan preciously put the household register back in her room.
Gu Qinghuan took the opportunity to pull the cake box over and rapidly untied the packaging.
When Yu Yuan returned, Gu Qinghuan was holding the cake knife with a solemn expression. “To celebrate a day like today, shouldn’t we have a piece of cake?”
“I knew you guessed it!” Yu Yuan muttered, though the smile on her face grew even wider. “But since you’ve already prepared it, of course I won’t refuse.”
With that, she reached out to take the cake knife to cut it herself.
Gu Qinghuan blocked her hand. “Let me cut it. After all, it’s to celebrate for you.”
Yu Yuan let her have her way, sitting back down contentedly to wait for the cake.
Gu Qinghuan cut it very carefully—so carefully that Jiang Chuchu and Yu Xin exchanged a look: It seems things aren’t that simple?
When she placed the slice onto a plate, Yu Xin, who was sitting to the side, caught sight of something in the middle of the cake that differed in color from the sponge layers.
Yu Yuan had only taken a couple of bites when her fork hit something hard. Puzzled, she poked at it, and a small, delicate biscuit appeared before her eyes.
She looked at the biscuit, then at Gu Qinghuan, who was wearing an expectant face, and involuntarily held her breath as she pinched the bow-shaped cookie.
With a gentle snap, the biscuit split down the middle, revealing a tiny slip of paper.
“Congratulations to Yu Yuan on her rebirth.”
Gu Qinghuan was thoroughly satisfied. “How is it? Do you like it?”
The baker was so skillful; compared to a small card, this hidden fortune cookie was definitely much more fun!
Yu Xin and Jiang Chuchu crowded over Yu Yuan’s shoulders from the left and right. After reading the contents of the slip, they turned to look at Gu Qinghuan.
“You really paid attention to the finest details,” Jiang Chuchu couldn’t help but sigh.
No wonder she insisted on cutting the cake herself; she probably knew exactly where the fortune cookie was hidden and sliced it specifically for Yu Yuan.
“Alright, alright, just a little surprise. Are you happy?” Gu Qinghuan asked Yu Yuan.
The moment her voice fell, Yu Yuan threw her arms around her, shrieking wildly, “I’m incredibly happy!”
Although today wasn’t her actual birthday, as Yu Yuan, today was the day of her rebirth. She would remember this day forever.
Chapter 259: The “Victim”
With a loud shatter, Wei Yan smashed another cup against the wall.
Scattered glass shards embedded themselves deep into the drywall—they were minutely small, yet under the room’s lighting, they caught and reflected a harsh, cold glint.
Worse still was the massive, unsightly water stain streaming down the wall like an ugly, jagged scar.
Wei Yan pressed his hands heavily against the desk, veins bulging on the backs of his hands. He panted heavily, his eyes completely bloodshot. “That bitch! That absolute bitch!”
The high-priced defense attorney he had hired furrowed his brows and subtly shifted to the side, ensuring he stayed well clear of Wei Yan’s volatile fury.
Initially, the police had called Wei Yan in to notify him of the situation purely because he and Zhu Yuanyuan were still legally married.
Zhu Yuanyuan had actually been quite compliant at first. Wei Yan had even subtly dropped hints to her that as long as she cooperated and kept her mouth shut, he would still proceed with an uncontested divorce and honor their original property division agreement.
As an accomplice to the crime of trafficking women and children, her period of involvement had been brief, and the financial profit she gained was far less than that of the main perpetrators in the ring.
If sentenced, she would likely look at fewer than five years of fixed-term imprisonment or criminal detention. Given her current age, she would only be in her late title-forties when she got out.
Even if her post-divorce personal assets were hit with criminal fines, civil compensation for the victims and their families, and the disgorgement of her illegal gains… the remaining funds would still be more than enough for her to live out the rest of her life in comfort.
Wei Yan was indeed infuriated by Zhu Yuanyuan’s deception. The mere thought that others would gossip behind his back about how he had been played for a fool by a human trafficker for nearly twenty years made his blood boil.
However, he was far more terrified that Zhu Yuanyuan might leak things she shouldn’t.
Forging a fake identity was a serious charge, but so many years had passed, and back then, he had handed the new identity components directly to Zhu Yuanyuan with no paper trail. No one could prove his involvement.
As long as Zhu Yuanyuan maintained her silence, he could easily find a scapegoat to take the fall and extract himself cleanly.
What truly worried Wei Yan was whether Zhu Yuanyuan would expose other skeletons in his closet.
For nearly two decades, no matter how carefully he had guarded against her, there was no guarantee that all his corporate secrets had remained perfectly hidden.
If Zhu Yuanyuan held hard evidence of his other transactions and turned state’s evidence, he would be completely ruined.
In the beginning, Zhu Yuanyuan had indeed understood his hints. She consistently confessed only to her own past crimes and kept the Wei family entirely out of it.
She had even wept during their divorce settlement talks, lamenting that she was a terrible mother and that her existence was a permanent stain on Wei Xiao. She claimed she was willing to forfeit her designated share of the marital assets and transfer that portion directly to Wei Xiao.
Yet, Wei Yan had seen right through her. This display of profound maternal love was nothing more than a calculated ploy by Zhu Yuanyuan to shield her funds from the impending court-ordered victim compensation and asset seizures.
The more she funneled to Wei Xiao, the less she would have to pay back to the state and her victims.
This terrifying calculation forced Wei Yan to completely re-evaluate the woman he had shared a bed with for almost twenty years.
In fact, after learning the full extent of Zhu Yuanyuan’s history with Xia Xiuzhu and discovering her true past, Wei Yan felt a deep chill run down his spine.
He wasn’t shocked by her criminal record; he was terrified by her ability to suppress her true self for so long, putting on a flawless performance in front of him day in and day out.
That being said, when Zhu Yuanyuan first proposed transferring her assets to Wei Xiao, Wei Yan had merely found her naive.
Wei Xiao, whom he had raised and molded, might still be young and reckless, but he was by no means a sentimental fool who would cling to a sudden burst of filial affection for a disgraced mother.
Furthermore, now that her identity as a human trafficker was public, Wei Xiao would undoubtedly want to distance himself from her completely.
What good would transferring the assets to Wei Xiao do? Did she honestly expect to demand them back from him once she served her time?
But then, Wei Yan recalled that this woman had successfully fooled him for nearly two decades.
For Zhu Yuanyuan to make such a bold move, she had to be absolutely certain she could pry those assets back from Wei Xiao’s hands.
She holds leverage over Wei Xiao.
Wei Yan was no idiot; you don’t build a corporate empire that massive by being dense.
Now that he had seen Zhu Yuanyuan’s true colors, he refused to underestimate her again.
He systematically ran through every variable and possibility, but the deeper he analyzed it, the faster his heart sank.
Finally, he covertly harvested hair samples from Wei Xiao and ordered a DNA paternity test.
The results of that paternity test delivered a brutal, mocking slap straight to his face.
Wei Xiao was not his biological son.
As it turned out, he was the naive one. The moment Zhu Yuanyuan walked out of prison, she intended to use this secret to blackmail Wei Xiao, forcing him to return every single cent of her hidden wealth.
Just recalling the revelation made the blood rush to Wei Yan’s head. His temples throbbed violently, and his vision momentarily blurred into a stark white fog.
Wei Yan dropped heavily into his executive chair, his hands beginning to shake.
He unsteadily pulled open his desk drawer and retrieved a prescription bottle. Because his tremors were so severe, the pills rattled loudly inside the plastic container.
With great effort, he managed to empty a few tablets into his mouth. He instinctively reached for his water glass, only to realize he had just smashed it against the wall. He had no choice but to arch his neck and swallow the dry pills raw.
Though the medication wouldn’t take effect immediately, Wei Yan knew he couldn’t afford to let his blood pressure spike any further.
He took several deep, deliberate breaths to force his breathing back under control.
The moment the lab confirmed Wei Xiao wasn’t his flesh and blood, he had immediately gone to see Zhu Yuanyuan, intending to grant her original property demands to keep her quiet.
But the woman was sharper than he ever anticipated. Merely by reading the cold fury in his eyes and the shift in his posture, she deduced that he had discovered the truth about Wei Xiao. She instantly refused the visitation.
Immediately following that, she turned state’s evidence and implicated him.
If the authorities weren’t currently operating on her verbal testimony alone while scrambling to gather corroborating physical evidence, Wei Yan would already be sitting in a holding cell.
Evidently, Zhu Yuanyuan knew that once Wei Yan discovered Wei Xiao’s true lineage, he would never let her live to see the light of day.
As long as Wei Yan remained powerful and free, the day she completed her sentence would be the day he dragged her down to hell.
Therefore, she was desperately trying to drag Wei Yan into a prison cell alongside her, utilizing the state to cripple his power as much as possible.
Having finally regained his composure, Wei Yan looked back at his attorney and asked in a low, raspy voice, “If the prosecution actually secures a conviction for facilitating a forged identity, what is the sentencing range?”
The lawyer weighed his words carefully. “Generally within three years.”
“Although your actions carry the structural risk of being classified as harboring or harboring a criminal, we can argue you had zero knowledge of her prior fugitive status. If we play our cards right during the hearings, the sentence shouldn’t be overly severe.”
Wei Yan’s face remained dark. A three-year sentence was manageable; his primary terror was that Zhu Yuanyuan held evidence of his more egregious corporate liabilities…
He slammed his hand down on the desk’s intercom button and snapped to the maid, “Bring Wei Xiao to the study. Right now.”
Moments later, Wei Xiao stepped into the study.
The second he walked through the door, his eyes locked onto the deep water stains weeping down the wall and the sharp shards of glass littering the hardwood floor.
Wei Xiao’s chest tightened. He bowed his head, adopting a submissive, obedient posture before Wei Yan. “Dad, what did you need to see me for?”
Previously, though Wei Yan had occasionally felt a twinge of annoyance that the boy bore no physical resemblance to him, he had dismissed it, assuming the child simply took after Zhu Yuanyuan’s original features. He hadn’t given it a second thought.
But now, armed with the cold reality of the lab report, the sight of Wei Xiao filled him with an overwhelming, visceral disgust.
He locked his gaze onto Wei Xiao’s face, his voice dropping into a slow, menacing crawl. “Don’t call me dad. I don’t have a son like you.”
The first emotion to fracture Wei Xiao’s face wasn’t confusion, nor was it shock. It was absolute, naked terror.
Seeing that reaction, Wei Yan finally had his confirmation. This “son” of his had known for a very long time that they shared no blood.
Had it not been for the heart medication he had just swallowed, Wei Yan would likely have blacked out from sheer rage.
He gripped the leather armrests of his chair so hard his knuckles turned white. Watching Wei Xiao’s pathetic, clumsy attempt to maintain composure, a detached thought even drifted through his mind: compared to Zhu Yuanyuan, Wei Xiao’s acting skills were utterly amateur.
Wei Xiao was already panicking so severely his voice audibly trembled. He tried to feign ignorance, stammering, “Dad, I… I haven’t caused any trouble at school lately…”
“Enough!” Wei Yan roared, his voice shaking the room. “You are not my son! You are nothing but a bastard child that bitch smuggled into my house!”
The terrifying truth he had dreaded for months was suddenly ripped out into the open without a shred of mercy—and with his father’s attorney standing right there as an outside witness, Wei Xiao felt completely stripped bare.
His mouth opened and closed like a dying fish gasping for air on a dry dock, but not a single sound came out.
Did he want things to turn out this way? He had been completely blindsided and manipulated by Zhu Yuanyuan from the very start. He was a “victim” in this nightmare too!
Chapter 260: Disgust
Wei Yan naturally had no idea how deeply “wronged” Wei Xiao felt. Having confirmed the facts, he felt even less pressure discarding this fake son.
He reached out and tapped his knuckles against the desk, his tone cold and laced with a forceful authority that brooked no refusal. “Even though you aren’t my flesh and blood, I still raised you for all these years.”
He originally wanted to say, “If you have an ounce of conscience left,” but recalling that Wei Xiao was Zhu Yuanyuan’s biological son, he changed his tune. “With how much I’ve invested in you, it’s about time you gave me some return.”
“Go convince your mother to drop this. I can let bygones be bygones. Once she’s out of prison, I won’t cause her any trouble either—as long as she never shows her face in front of me again.”
Wei Xiao pressed his lips into a tight line. “And what about me?”
Wei Yan raised his eyes to look at him, letting out a cold sneer. “What do you want?”
As long as Wei Xiao was hovering in front of his eyes, he served as a constant reminder to Wei Yan that he had been played—played for nearly two decades by a woman he had thoroughly looked down upon.
His own biological son had died long ago, and yet he had spent all these years raising a son for her. Who knew how much Zhu Yuanyuan had mocked him in her heart for being such a sucker?
Under these circumstances, Wei Yan felt that being able to speak to Wei Xiao this calmly was already a courtesy extended for the sake of their twenty years of history. Otherwise, he would have kicked Wei Xiao out of the house long ago. In fact, only seeing Wei Xiao live a miserable life could soothe the hatred in his heart.
Hearing Wei Yan’s counterquestion, Wei Xiao felt anxious for a few seconds. Ultimately, he gritted his teeth and said, “After all, the number of people who know this truth right now is very small. You probably don’t want others to find out either, Dad. If you just continue treating me as your son…”
“In your dreams!” Wei Yan bellowed instantly.
He snatched a book off the desk and hurled it straight at Wei Xiao’s face. Then, pointing a finger at him, he barked, “You’re a bastard whose biological father is a mystery and whose mother is a human trafficker, and you still want to be Wei Yan’s son?!”
It was a hardcover book with a thick, stiff spine. When it slammed into Wei Xiao’s face, the force of the impact caused his entire body to sway.
With a heavy thwack, the book fell to the floor. Dropping alongside it were one, then two drops of deep crimson blood.
Wei Xiao’s nose had been busted open by the impact. His head throbbed, and the sharp sting instantly ignited his temper. He wanted to scoop up the book from the floor and smash it back into Wei Yan’s face with equal ferocity, to make Wei Yan bleed too.
No… if I accidentally kill him…
Wei Xiao snapped back to his senses. He wiped his nose, instantly staining a large patch of the back of his hand bright red, leaving a long smear of blood above his upper lip. A small amount of blood seeped along the creases of his lips into his mouth—salty, with a distinct metallic tang.
“I was only trying to help you cover it up,” Wei Xiao said in a muffled voice. “I know you want a male heir for the Wei family. But at your age, is it even possible for you to have another biological son?”
Wei Yan’s face instantly turned pitch black. The attorney coughed loudly. “Cough, cough! Mr. Wei, I have other appointments scheduled later, so I’ll be taking my leave now! Please contact me again if anything comes up!”
With that, the lawyer bolted out of the room.
He had indeed taken this case solely for the hefty sum Wei Yan offered, but he had absolutely no desire to learn too many secrets. In a family like the Wei household, the more you knew, the faster you’d meet your demise!
Only Wei Yan and Wei Xiao were left in the study.
Now that his nose was bleeding, Wei Xiao stopped playing nice. He pulled out a fistful of tissues and staggered over to the study’s lounge chair, sinking into it.
Plugging his nostrils with the tissue, he tilted his head back against the backrest and said in a muffled voice, “You haven’t produced a single illegitimate child outside all these years. I take it you’ve become useless?”
The word “useless” severely stung Wei Yan’s pride. In a flash of rage, he snatched up another book and hurled it. This time, because the distance was a bit greater, the book missed Wei Xiao’s face and landed by his feet.
Wei Xiao casually kicked the second book aside before continuing, “It’s already impossible for you to have a new son. However, I know your ex-wife left you with a daughter.”
“As long as she and I have a son together, you’ll have a grandson, and the Wei family line won’t be broken, will it?”
Wei Yan sat down, his face dark and brooding.
Just as Wei Xiao said, Wei Yan was no longer capable of getting a woman pregnant. Back when he was with Zhu Yuanyuan, Wei Yan had actually tried with a few other women on the side, but none of them had conceived.
To put it plainly, his sperm quality was too poor; either it failed to fertilize, or the fertilized egg was filtered out by a healthy maternal body before it could even implant in the uterus.
Thinking back, the only reason Zhu Yuanyuan had managed to conceive back then was likely because her physical health had deteriorated significantly after her rapid weight loss, which somehow allowed the pregnancy to take hold. If it was that difficult back then, it was out of the question now.
If Wei Yan wanted a descendant who shared his blood, he could only count on the child of his ex-wife’s daughter.
However, Wei Yan also knew very well that the Lin family’s attitude toward him could practically be described as “execution on sight.” They would absolutely never allow that daughter to have any connection with him, let alone marry Wei Xiao.
Besides, his marital history with Lin Aiji was no secret. Under these circumstances, Wei Xiao and that daughter were legally siblings on paper; how could they possibly get married? The fact that Wei Xiao wasn’t his biological son would still be exposed.
As if reading Wei Yan’s thoughts, Wei Xiao spoke up again, “Who said we have to get married to have a child?”
Wei Yan narrowed his eyes, locking his gaze tightly onto Wei Xiao’s face. After a long silence, he finally spoke, “You truly carry your mother’s blood.”
Wei Xiao kept his head tilted back, waiting for his nosebleed to stop, and didn’t bother to look at Wei Yan’s expression. However, he could clearly hear the visceral disgust in Wei Yan’s voice.
Disgust all you want, he thought. He didn’t care. Right now, he only wanted to secure his position. If he was kicked out of the Wei family, he would truly have nothing left.
Feeling the blood flow stop, Wei Xiao pulled out the stuffed tissue. It was a bloody, mangled mess, looking sickeningly grotesque.
Frowning, he hooked a foot around the trash can to drag it over, tossing the blood-soaked tissue inside.
“It’s in!”
Watching the basketball swish through the net, the spectating Class Three students cheered and jumped for joy.
Today’s physical education class was shared between Class Three and Class Six, so the two classes had set up a friendly basketball match.
Qin Yue’s head had healed long ago. By now, the scabs were almost entirely gone, though he was still applying ointment to avoid scarring.
In the words of Qin Yue’s father, Lu Danggui, a scar on the face would ruin his looks—how would he attract someone he liked in the future?
Qin Yanxia, who had fallen in love with Lu Danggui at first sight back then precisely because of his looks, agreed wholeheartedly: “Exactly!”
As a member of the basketball club, Qin Yue naturally wouldn’t miss this game. The shot that just went in was his.
Lu Jian sidled up to Gu Qinghuan. “Hey, that guy who just scored—isn’t he the Qin Yue who blocked a blow for the Study God a while back?”
“Yes, you know about that too?” Gu Qinghuan nodded.
“Of course I know. After all, Wei Xiao got suspended because of it, not to mention the Academic Affairs Office issued a notice requiring every class to re-emphasize discipline issues.” Lu Jian shrugged.
“Our homeroom teacher said that if it hadn’t been for him, the one who almost got hurt would have been Su Lin… Oh, I don’t mean it’s better that Qin Yue got injured instead!” Lu Jian quickly amended.
“It’s fine, it’s fine, don’t be nervous. If it were Qin Yue himself, he wouldn’t mind either. He only stepped in to protect Su Lin because he didn’t want her to get hurt,” Gu Qinghuan comforted her.
“But speaking of which, Wei Xiao’s suspension is almost over, isn’t it?” Lu Jian said.
“Seems like it,” Gu Qinghuan said, stroking her chin. “Who knows what kind of trouble he’ll try to stir up next.”
A creature like a cockroach was always easier to squash once it showed its face.
