Chapter 286: Chapter 286
I keep my word. Feel free to try me.
Is he implying that if that person dies, he wouldn’t live alone either?
This son of hers, no matter how much he was pressured in the past, always endured it silently. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novel⦿fire.net
But now, for the sake of a woman, he finally couldn’t hold it in any longer.
How much it resembled that scene from many years ago—Shen You’an, just like that dog.
The only difference was, back then, he hadn’t been able to protect the dog.
Now, he had grown taller, stronger, and more shrewd.
He had finally gained the power to resist.
In Class A, it was lunchtime break. Few people were sleeping; most were cramming by solving practice questions.
To secure a good rank in the winter camp, none of them wasted even a second.
When Liu Runxi walked in, the entire class collectively looked up.
The boy’s face was calm, as if he’d just had a regular meal and returned. His lips even carried that signature gentle curve.
Graceful and poised, akin to polished jade.
Thinking of the dispute that had just unfolded in the auditorium, everyone instinctively glanced toward the corner where Shen You’an was seated.
Only to find Shen You’an sound asleep, head buried in her arms.
Envy filled the room—why could she sleep while everyone else was exhausted, burning the midnight oil over their studies?
Not only did she sleep, but she also consistently ranked first.
Life was just so unfair.
Still, she had offended Mrs. Liu. Her future days likely wouldn’t be smooth. Thinking of this, the class couldn’t help but feel a subtle sense of pity for her.
Liu Runxi ignored all the gazes as he casually walked to his seat and sat down. He didn’t glance at Shen You’an even once from beginning to end.
The class pondered among themselves. Liu Runxi didn’t seem to have a particularly close relationship with Shen You’an, even before this. Now that she had offended Liu Runxi’s mother, there was no way Liu Runxi would treat her kindly moving forward.
Of course, someone like Liu Runxi, with his upbringing, wouldn’t stoop to anything distasteful. But there was no doubt a grudge had been formed.
Gao Yuyue turned her head to glance at Shen You’an, but her gaze ended up lingering on Liu Runxi instead.
Liu Runxi seemed to notice her stare and swept a faint glance her way.
Gao Yuyue’s chest involuntarily tightened.
For some reason, this boy always made her feel uneasy.
Unwilling to lose face, she curled two of her fingers and made a dramatic gesture, as if gouging at her eyes, her face filled with mock hostility.
The boy’s lips curved slightly as he lowered his gaze quietly.
"Such a show-off," Gao Yuyue scoffed and turned her head away.
When the last self-study period ended, Shen You’an grabbed her bag and prepared to leave. Gao Yuyue quickly caught up to her.
"Take my car on the way back," she said.
Shen You’an looked at her seriously. "Xiao Yu..."
Gao Yuyue’s eyes brightened briefly before Shen You’an changed the subject. "You’re calling me Xiao Yu? That’s so corny."
"Actually, go with Xiao Yu. Sounds more intimate."
"Xiao Yu, I can handle it. You don’t have to do this."
Gao Yuyue barked sharply, "Am I your friend or not? That’s not up for negotiation. Come on."
Without another word, she dragged Shen You’an along, darting out of sight, deliberately avoiding Liu Runxi and Leng Yunyang.
Those two were dangerous right now.
Leng Yunyang chuckled, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he strolled out slowly.
"Runxi, wait for me," Gu Bichen called out, chasing after him with his bag.
"It’s still early. Let’s take a walk around the track. I’ve got something I want to discuss with you."
Liu Runxi knew what he wanted to ask and calmly replied, "Sorry, I have something else to do. Let’s talk another time."
Gu Bichen frowned, watching Liu Runxi stride away.
"Gu, there was a problem in the question Mr. Chen went over today. I still don’t quite get it. Could you help me out? I’ll treat you to coffee," said a girl with delicate features, standing nervously in front of him, her black eyes filled with cautious anticipation.
The boy faintly smiled, polite yet distant.
"Sorry, my time is precious. You’d better ask someone else."
And with that, he walked away without concern for how embarrassed the girl looked.
Qin Xiangge gripped the strap of her bag so hard it almost tore, her expression shifting between light and dark.
Helian Yu had plans to have afternoon tea with a group of society ladies, but now she had lost the mood entirely and asked her secretary to cancel everything.
After returning home, she sat alone in the living room, her gaze flickering with uncertainty.
"Madam, Dai Zhong has something to report to you," a voice informed her.
Helian Yu steadied herself before taking the phone handed to her by the secretary.
At Old Madam Yu’s birthday banquet, she had set the bait. She hadn’t missed the subtle change on Old Madam Yu’s face at that moment.
The white jade token was a prized possession of Sang Ziming, and now it had fallen into the hands of strangers. The old woman’s lifelong nemesis was Sang Ziming.
But as the saying goes, the deeper the love, the deeper the hate—and vice versa.
Old Madam Yu hated Sang Ziming but was also intensely jealous of her. Everything Sang Ziming had once owned, Old Madam Yu desired to seize for herself.
Why else would she have developed a taste for collecting antiques? A low-born opera singer should’ve been content just to have enough to eat and wear—what business did she have pretending to be refined, when she couldn’t even read?
Because of this, the white jade token, which Sang Ziming had once treasured, would undoubtedly stir her greed.
Its appearance in Qingzhou, and the local Yu family’s unfamiliarity with it, provided the perfect opportunity to enlist her help and build connections.
That was merely the first step in the plan.
Thinking suddenly of Liu Runxi’s warning to her, Helian Yu tightened her grip on the phone.