Chapter 327: Chapter 327

Zhao Meimei kicked open the dormitory door, stormed in like a hurricane, and dragged Peng Hui and Qian Simeng, who were asleep like two pigs, out of bed, inciting a wave of protests.

Peng Hui roared, with no regard for her image: "Zhao Meimei! Are you crazy? On such a cold day, you yank my blanket away; are you even human?"

Qian Simeng also complained while yawning: "What time is it? I stayed up late watching movies last night, only went to bed at dawn. Ugh, my head hurts!"

Zhao Meimei moodily threw out a line: "My rival secretly called my brother last night, and he answered, but hasn’t told me yet...."

Peng Hui, Qian Simeng: "...."

Adhering to the principle that it’s better to share grievances than to bear them alone, Zhao Meimei added, "And I just copied my rival’s report card; Peng Hui failed three subjects, Qian Simeng failed three subjects, but you didn’t fail a single subject in common...."

Peng Hui, Qian Simeng: "...."

Zhao Meimei was thrown out from the dormitory by Peng Hui and Qian Simeng that day, only to be dragged back inside again.

The three of them sat in the dormitory, two against one. Zhao Meimei said, "Let’s go, come have lunch at my house. My mom is making braised pig trotters."

Peng Hui asked listlessly, "Your brother hasn’t come back yet?"

Zhao Meimei gritted her teeth: "If he had come back, would I not know Zhang Jiahui called him?"

Peng Hui nodded gloomily, "True."

Peng Hui and Qian Simeng cleaned up while Zhao Meimei huddled at the study desk, texting Shi Yang: Brother, I didn’t do well on this exam, failed a subject, what should I do?

Shi Yang quickly replied: Pull down your pants and spank your butt; that’s it.

Zhao Meimei grinned and wanted to laugh but held it back, continuing to type: Can you plead with your little sweetheart for me?

Shi Yang: What little sweetheart, there’s no such thing! Did you really fail?

Zhao Meimei: Yeah, I knew I didn’t do well in this subject before, but I didn’t expect to actually fail. Today I went to school for registration and got scolded harshly by the teacher.

Shi Yang: No way, your teacher called me and said your grades were good.

Zhao Meimei gritted her teeth: Which teacher of mine? Oh, your little sweetheart? She called you? You answered? And still haven’t told me? Brother! You’re too much!

Zhao Meimei sent the message and, within seconds, the phone rang.

Zhao Meimei answered the call, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

Shi Yang’s voice came through the phone: "Sweetie?"

Zhao Meimei kept a stiff face and remained silent.

Shi Yang explained, "Last night, Zhang Jiahui called me; she was introducing a friend to be a franchisee under me. Ignoring the call wouldn’t be right, and she said it was about your exam results, so we chatted for a bit. But other than discussing your grades, we didn’t talk about anything else, really."

In a voice mixed with jealousy and bitterness, Zhao Meimei said, "If I hadn’t actively asked today, were you not planning to tell me about this at all?"

Shi Yang yawned on the phone, and Zhao Meimei belatedly noticed the fatigue in his voice: "No, I went out socializing last night, drank too much after answering the call, and just woke up in the morning, hadn’t had a chance to tell you about it yet."

"You drank again? How much did you drink? Is your headache really bad? Is anyone home? Should I ask my aunt to make you some honey water?" Zhao Meimei instantly forgot her earlier indignation and transformed into a caring little comforter within a second.

Shi Yang felt cherished inside and couldn’t bear to let the little comforter feel wronged, so he endured the splitting hangover headache and patiently explained: "It’s not that bad, lying down for a while will be fine. Sweetie, are you still mad at me?" ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel-fire.net

Zhao Meimei said nothing, breathing a bit heavily.

Shi Yang could tell and coaxed her gently, "Really, there’s nothing between us. Have I ever lied to you since childhood?"

Zhao Meimei bit her lip: "No."

Shi Yang reassured and coaxed her, "I’ll never lie to you in my life; apart from you, I’ve never liked anyone else."

Zhao Meimei slowly released her lip, her tone relaxed, "Really?"

Shi Yang answered earnestly, "Really."

Finally satisfied, Zhao Meimei chatted for a couple more minutes, then hung up the phone.

Zhao Meimei brought Peng Hui and Qian Simeng home and had a feast.

Peng Hui sweet-talked Liu Xiue, making her beam with joy. When they left, Liu Xiue specially packed two pig trotters for them to eat the next morning.

Zhao Meimei saw them off at the neighborhood gate, then turned back and ran home. While her mom was washing dishes, Zhao Meimei clung to her dad and complained, "Dad, what do you say I should do?"

Zhao Dazhuang peeked at the kitchen entrance before speaking: "What do you mean by ’what to do’? If your brother says it’s fine, then it’s definitely fine. Do you know what men hate the most? Groundless suspicion, prying, distrust, and drama."

Zhao Dazhuang reassured his daughter: "Even though your brother is quite outstanding, my daughter is not bad either! Look at you now, you’re good-looking, have an education, and he’s lucky to not be worried about you being chased away at school. Just put your mind at ease; the more you try to safeguard a relationship, the more you can’t hold it."

Zhao Meimei pondered for a long time and mumbled, "I just feel unhappy."

Zhao Dazhuang casually remarked, "There are many displeasures in this world, if they can be solved, solve them; if not, just forget them. Otherwise, what’s the use? Stressing yourself out over nothing won’t solve anything."

Zhao Meimei only heard the first half about solving problems, ignoring the rest, and swallowed hard.

If you can’t endure the small troubles, you’ll mess up the bigger plans. You dare to think about my brother, sooner or later I’ll show you!

The next day, Zhao Meimei went to school to visit Peng Hui and Qian Simeng, planning to console the two unfortunate kids preparing for makeup exams. As soon as she reached the dormitory door, she collided head-on with Peng Hui, who burst out from inside.

Zhao Meimei was pushed back by Peng Hui so hard that she almost vomited her stomach out.

"Where are you going?" Zhao Meimei quickly hugged Peng Hui, seeing Qian Simeng chasing out with a down jacket from the bedroom, Zhao Meimei hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

Peng Hui, with a somber face, squeezed a sentence from between her teeth: "My brother-in-law wants to divorce my sister, and trashed the house!"

Zhao Meimei was stunned, "What!!"

Both Zhao Meimei and Qian Simeng accompanied Peng Hui in a taxi to Peng Rui’s house.

The house doors were wide open, the interior was a complete mess from the fight, and Peng Rui was sitting on the sofa, crying bitterly.

Peng Hui called out in distress, "Sis!"

Peng Rui turned her head and her emotions fully collapsed, crying out in anguish, "Xiao Hui...." before bursting into tears.

Peng Hui rushed over, hugged her sister, shaking with anger: "Sis, are you okay?"

Peng Rui said nothing, just wailed with her mouth wide open.