Chapter 22 [VIP]

St. Weston.

Today is the anniversary of Tan Quelu and Zhong Wan's first day of dating.

After delivering the flowers in the morning, Zhong Wan was going to take him back to the manor for lunch, but Tan Quelu, who now had his own diet, flatly refused: "[No.]"

The screen showed "typing in" for several seconds.

[Why? ]

[Green Sparrow, we're a couple now, and couples eat together, right?]

[Was there anything about last night's food that didn't suit your taste? Tell me, and I'll have the kitchen change it right away.]

[...]

[What about tonight? I want to take you back to the manor tonight. Xie Chenbi and Wei Zhiyan will both be there. I'll have them apologize to you.]

[are you free? ]

He didn't even bother to reply to a single word about the green.

He ordered takeout using the Dome app and, as usual, sent a photo of the lunch menu to Wei Guan. Today's meal consisted of stir-fried bell peppers and water chestnuts, turmeric curry chicken, multigrain rice, and cod, tofu, and clam chowder.

Wei Guan immediately replied with a real-time picture of the welfare home.

Tan Quelu looked at it with satisfaction and was about to start eating when Wei Guan sent another message.

Is it convenient for you to accept video calls?

Tan Quelu moved his fingertips and dialed directly.

"Convenient." He looked at the young, handsome man on the screen, ate a piece of curry chicken, and chewed blankly, "What's wrong?"

The boy sat at his familiar desk, his cheeks puffed out as he ate his meal with relish, his eyes clear and bright, showing no signs of forced weariness.

Wei looked at him for a long while before finally speaking: "I heard you're in a relationship."

Tan Quelu nodded and said, "That's right. You know Zhong Wan, right? He's my boyfriend now."

Wei Guan stared at him intently.

A silence slowly permeated the electric current between their gazes.

The system suddenly hissed: [Host, I'm outta here... My non-existent scalp is tingling, bye!]

Tan Quelu ignored it, blinked innocently, and looked at Wei Guan with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong?"

"Why aren't you saying anything? Don't you like Zhong Wan?"

That's a good question.

"If I don't like it, you'll break up with me?"

“No.” Tan Quelu refused decisively, telling the truth: “I don’t like him either, just like you, but we can’t break up for now.”

Wei Guan nodded in understanding: "Your merciful god told you in a dream that only by being with Zhong Wan can the world be at peace, justice prevail, and sins be cleansed."

"So even if you don't like each other, you have to be together."

He rarely spoke such a long, sarcastic speech; his expression and voice were indifferent, and the flickering light and shadow on his handsome face gave it an unusual sharpness.

Tan Quelu then realized that his appearance was actually very fierce, like the tip of a knife that had drunk enough blood, but it was usually wrapped in a calm scabbard and did not reveal the killing intent inside.

Tan Quelu took a sip of cod soup, stared intently at Wei Guan, and didn't say anything.

It emits a bewildered and innocent light wave.

"...Is it good?"

"It tastes good."

"Then drink more."

Okay.

Another long silence followed.

Tan Quelu ate her entire meal slowly and deliberately. Towards the end of the mukbang, Wei Guan suddenly pressed his temples and asked in a calm voice, "Are you free today?"

Tan Quelu shook her head: "Today is our first anniversary. Zhong Wan is taking me out to dinner tonight. Xie Chenbi and Wei Zhiyan will be there too."

"What about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is our second anniversary, but I'm free."

walk slowly.

Wei Guan nodded: "The organ is already installed. I'll take you back to the Wei family tomorrow, and Professor Lin will come to teach you."

Tan Quelu didn't ask why the location of the elective course suddenly changed to the Wei family's house, and obediently nodded in agreement.

Wei Guan concluded by saying, "Eat well."

"OK."

The video call ended.

Black Cullinan driver's seat.

The driver had been sweating profusely ever since he heard the word "love," and was now praying that his boss wouldn't be so angry he'd die.

After a while, she suddenly heard Wei Guan make a phone call to his assistant.

The man calmly ordered, "Order a batch of books on mental health education for teenagers, from fifteen to eighteen years old... never mind."

"Start buying from preschool education."

Wei Guan recalled Tan Quelu's nonchalant attitude, pressed his temples again, and coldly emphasized: "We need the ones that are easiest to understand."

"If books aren't enough, educational cartoons will do."

driver:"......"

Has President Wei gone mad with anger?

-

Tan Quelu is indeed going to Zhong Wan's manor tonight.

After finishing his lunch, he leisurely replied to F1. The other person was overjoyed, instantly revived, and transformed back into a dog being patted on the head by its owner.

[Don't worry, Que Lu, what happened last time will not happen again today. I will make Chen Bi apologize to you.]

Okay, I believe you.

The system then appeared, chuckling: "[It hasn't been long, and you've already called Chen Bi again. Looks like that punch wasn't that hard after all.]"

Just like in the original story, the relationships among the F3 are intricately intertwined, with interests linked generation after generation, making them virtually inseparable.

Tan Chuolu chuckled and said, "You're alive again?"

The system coughed twice, pretending not to hear. It didn't want to say anything; there was always a very strange atmosphere between the host and the powerful NPC during their conversations.

It didn't know how to describe it either.

Just as a madman finds the perfect dagger, a fake Guanyin finds the cult that best appreciates her.

They are both in a great mental state.

Meanwhile, at the Zhong family manor, the butler and servants were already extremely busy.

Zhong Wan, dressed in a sharp and stylish sporty suit, stood by the dining table with a frown and pointed at the menu: "Remove all the English and replace it with Chinese."

"I hate foreign worship the most, and English is not allowed."

"The main flowers have been changed to peonies and glories. There's a sunset today, and the venue is set up over in the glass greenhouse, because he likes to enjoy the scenery."

"No band tonight, it's too noisy. Change the tablecloth to the tie-dyed linen he praised yesterday, and use the ceramic tableware set."

Wei Zhiyan sat on an outdoor deck chair, watching his good brother bustling around, constantly discussing dinner arrangements with the butler, acting like a sycophant, and was deeply shocked.

After a long pause, he turned his head, still looking incredulous: "I swear, Zhong Wan has never cared about his grandfather this much."

Look at how attentive they are, it's outrageous, and it's only been a few days!

He had never seen the other person like this before.

Zhong Wan was taken back to the Zhong family when she was six years old, and Wei Zhiyan played with her from then on. He, Xie Chenbi, and Zhong Wan represented the younger generation of the three most prestigious families in Weis City, so no matter what conflicts they had, they never really fell out.

Yesterday was the first time Zhong Wan laid a hand on them.

At first, he only asked Xie Chenbi to explain why he wanted to humiliate the other party. Xie Chenbi looked at him indifferently and said that Tan Quelu had brought it on himself. Zhong Wan was enraged and punched him, making him look bad in front of everyone.

Wei Zhiyan couldn't stop him.

Beside the recliner.

Xie Chenbi, with a bruise on his lip, remained silent, staring blankly at the busy crowd, lost in thought.

Wei Zhiyan glanced at him, feeling a little strange: "Chen Bi, what's wrong?"

Not only did he not retaliate yesterday, but he also remained unusually silent afterward. Today, he even agreed to attend the banquet with Zhong Wan and apologized to Tan Quelu.

Xie Chenbi lowered his eyes, and after a long while, he said, "It's nothing."

"Sigh, I'm sorry to have troubled you." Wei Zhiyan patted his shoulder and comforted him in a low voice, "Awan is in the throes of passion. She just started dating today, so she has to give that little green sparrow some face, right?"

"Once the novelty wears off, he'll be fine. The Zhong family won't allow him to cause trouble. That little green sparrow won't be able to keep jumping around for long. I'll get revenge for you then."

No matter how sophisticated these poor students' special admission methods are, they can't get past their elders. Besides, it's not like they're going to spend their whole lives together; it's just a fling. Zhong Wan doesn't have the resources to waste time with these special admission students.

Xie Chenbi didn't speak for a moment, then said, "His name is Tan Quelu."

It's not called Little Green Sparrow.

“..........”

Wei Zhiyan almost jumped up, his handsome face contorted in a strange way as he stared at him: "Don't scare me, okay? Tan Quelu drugged you two!"

One or two ghosts have possessed them?!

Xie Chenbi didn't want to talk. After a moment, he waved away Wei Zhiyan's hand and got up to go to the smoking area by himself.

With a click.

The firelight flickered, the boy lowered his eyes, and opened his phone while smoking.

I haven't replied to the message my subordinate sent this morning.

[Young Master... my brother died in a car accident.]

The body was dumped in a garbage dump in the suburbs of Lingqing and was discovered in the early morning; no complete limbs were found.

waste.

Xie Chenbi indifferently transferred five million to the other party, already pondering how to send this subordinate to reunite with his brother. Judging from the tone of the message, the other party was probably also thinking of investigating and retaliating.

Xie Chenbi couldn't afford to see him jump around like that. He was someone who had always been hiding in the shadows, and over the years he had done many shady things for him. If he jumped too high and got caught, the Xie family would definitely implicate him.

He was diagnosed with congenital emotional deficiency in his childhood, and his parents and the Xie family had given up on him. It was only later, when they had so few children that they had no choice but to take Xie Chenbi back.

...They are all worthless trash.

We can only spend more time training others, and we also need to investigate Xia Xing, who seems to be acting strangely.

Xie Chenbi exhaled a puff of smoke, finding it utterly boring. His dark pupils, brimming with sinister intent, resembled a listless, venomous snake in the swirling smoke.

After a while, the black-haired boy lowered his eyes, opened the newly downloaded Weibo app, and wanted to take a look at the green-backed tit.

User tqlhpl: [I'm so useless.]

User tqlhpl: [I'm with him now... You'll notice me, right?]

I'd be willing to date anyone for you.

The action of exhaling smoke paused.

The black-haired boy stared at the two Weibo posts that had just been published this morning.

I don't know how much time passed.

A chilling, malicious laugh suddenly broke the silence of the room.

Xie Chenbi raised his eyes, and a sinister interest suddenly surfaced in his indifferent and deep eyes, like a hungry predator circling its territory and suddenly discovering a struggling bird.

That desire to prey on and tear apart.

......

[F2 Xie Chenbi, an iceberg who loves to manipulate people's hearts. He appears indifferent and aloof, but is actually incapable of love and enjoys destroying any life that stubbornly struggles.]

After reading the original description of F2's character settings, the system asked in confusion: [Host, does Xie Chenbi really hate this world? In the original work, he's the most cunning one, and he enjoys torturing the protagonist in the early stages, finding pleasure in seeing him suffer.]

When asked about the nature of the feeling, Que Lu remained noncommittal: "This kind of hatred is too intense for him."

What does that mean?

"It means he's utterly despicable." Tan Quelu: "The more despicable a man is, the more he likes to play dirty tricks."

The system suddenly realized: [I understand now, he's inherently impotent—just like a man born with erectile dysfunction needs stimulation to live. F2 also needs specific emotional stimulation to offset and alleviate his psychological boredom!]

I'm too lazy to analyze this much, so I'll just summarize it in two words: "Purely despicable."

That's right, pure scum!

St. Weston School is located by the sea, and now in the summer, the evening sunset paints the entire sky with breathtaking beauty.

Zhong Wan's sports car, worth eight figures, sped ostentatiously around campus.

The sports car stopped at the entrance of the manor. The door opened, and Tan Quelu reached out and took F1's arm with her fingertips as she got out of the car.

The butler and the servants were already waiting outside, and they all bowed and greeted him in unison with smiles.

Elm held Zhong Wan's arm, her smile innocent yet reserved.

As the two strolled through the manor's scenery, Xie Chenbi and Wei Zhiyan were already seated at the long dining table when they entered the glass conservatory.

Hearing the noise, Wei Zhiyan exclaimed "Oh!" and casually glanced to the side: "Young Master Tan has finally arrived?"

After talking for a while, he seemed a little unsure of what to do.

“Wei Zhiyan,” Zhong Wan warned, frowning.

"Okay, okay." Wei Zhiyan chuckled, lazily propping his head up with his handkerchief, and tapped his knife and fork together. "Welcome, Little Green Sparrow."

Tan Quelu pursed her lips, gave him a shy smile, and then sat down with Zhong Wan.

As it was a private dinner, the table wasn't large, just long enough for six people. Fresh glories and peonies, still glistening with dew, were laid out on the table, and the surrounding lights and the sunset created a wonderful atmosphere.

The four seats were not far apart, and you could see each other's faces clearly just by looking up.

Wei Zhiyan discovered that Tan Quelu was indeed expensive.

At first glance, it's stunning; upon closer inspection, it's still his father's work that's truly stunning.

Even though she was wearing a plain short-sleeved shirt, she looked like she was wearing an exclusive haute couture luxury brand. Her face was flawless, and under the light, she looked even more pure and fresh than the light-colored peonies that had been flown in from the air.

First-class purity.

No wonder Zhong Wan went insane.

Wei Zhiyan laughed, picked up the wine glass beside him, and clinked it against the other person's glass: "Little Green Sparrow, why are you still wearing these today? Did Awan forget to bring you clothes?"

"He's really a disgrace. He doesn't even know how to date. He deserves to be scolded."

Tan Quelu was taken aback, then clumsily picked up her wine glass, stood up and clinked it with his before saying seriously, "Awan gave me a lot of things, but I'm used to wearing these and don't feel ashamed."

"Don't worry, he treats me very well, I know that."

Wei Zhiyan paused, somewhat surprised by Tan Quelu's candor. He nodded thoughtfully, tilted his head back, and casually took a sip of his drink: "Alright, you two are having a good time, and I'm the bad guy."

When Zhong Wan heard Tan Quelu defend her like this, she was overjoyed and her mouth was practically crooked from smiling.

He coughed, and before he could say anything, Tan Quelu suddenly stood up again, took out three cardboard boxes from his backpack, and looked serious.

"This is a gift for our first formal meeting. It's not expensive, but I made it all by hand, so I hope you won't mind."

The butler, quick-witted as ever, promptly placed the two gift boxes beside Xie Chenbi and Wei Zhiyan. Wei Zhiyan raised an eyebrow, opened them with interest, and found a yellowish-brown parasol inside.

"......"

He was stunned, thinking he had misread it, but when he glanced to the side, Xie Chenbi's was even more bizarre—he had received a leopard-print purple parasol!

Xie Chenbi lowered his eyes and stared at the umbrella, remaining silent, seemingly already dead from the dread.

Seeing this, Zhong Wan frowned and immediately grabbed Tan Quelu's hand tightly, feeling both heartache and jealousy: "You made your own umbrella again?"

"Why didn't you tell me beforehand? How stupid! Zhiyan and Shen Bi are my friends. They should be the ones preparing the gift for you, not the other way around."

I'm so jealous.

Why do these two people get two emerald green handmade umbrellas out of thin air without doing anything? He even received his as a birthday gift!

Wei Zhiyan was completely stunned when he met Zhong Wan's gaze, which was filled with hostility and jealousy.

You're insane!

Tan Quelu smiled, handed over the remaining large cardboard box, and said shyly, "You have one too? Open it and see?"

Zhong Wan was stunned, then overjoyed, and immediately opened the cardboard box.

Inside lay a huge fluorescent pink helmet.

"I bought it with the money I earned from my part-time job, thinking that if you wear it, you'll be more careful... Do you like it?"

"Of course I like it!"

Zhong Wan was overjoyed and immediately put the headband on without hesitation. She turned to look at everyone like an idiot and asked happily, "How is it? Does it look good?"

The butler, tears streaming down his face, nodded in affirmation: "Beautiful, young master, this color suits you perfectly. Young master, you have excellent taste!"

Wei Zhiyan really felt that this world had gone mad.

Did he stumble into some crazy novel world, where Tan Quelu is the popular protagonist?

Zhong Wan's heart ached.

The boy took a deep breath, and his eyes, hidden under his helmet, couldn't help but redden slightly.

Driven by pressure from a young age, he fell in love with extreme sports early on and became obsessed with releasing his emotions in the face of life and death.

His father scolded him, his mother urged him, his grandfather ignored him, and no one ever gave him a helmet or told him to be careful.

His shouts, resistance, and hatred were like insignificant pebbles falling into a deep, bottomless valley, never to receive any response.

But Tan Quelu heard it.

He responded, and regardless of the cost, he did his best within his capabilities.

He knew all too well how cheap these gifts were in the eyes of the young masters before him, but he did not back down and did them out of his heart.

This sincerity is so precious.

Zhong Wan'ai's love was so genuine that she was willing to die for him.

The blond boy smiled, gently removed his helmet, and after a moment, looked tenderly at Elm Green: "Elm Green, thank you."

Tan Quelu lowered her head and pursed her lips, a little embarrassed: "It's nothing, hurry up and take it off, let's eat."

"Okay, whatever you say."

Zhong Wan took off her helmet and carefully handed it to the butler, who also carefully took it away, wanting to find a safe place to store it.

He had watched the young master grow up, and he understood all too well how much joy and satisfaction the other man had hidden in his seemingly erratic and ridiculous behavior just now.

Young Master Que Lu is so kind.

It's so good that you met him, young master.

Tan Quelu sat down, seemingly a little more relaxed, and asked Wei Zhiyan with a smile, "Wei, do you like this gift?"

Zhong Wan's gaze instantly slashed at him like a knife.

Wei Zhiyan twitched the corner of his mouth and chuckled, "I like it, I like it so much."

That madman! He's going to burn these clothes and this umbrella as soon as he gets back. They're so ugly it's infuriating!

"I'm glad you like it." Tan Quelu smiled contentedly, picked up the glass, and wanted to take a sip of water.

Why didn't you ask me?

A voice as cold as ice suddenly rang out.

Tan Quelu paused in his action of drinking water.

For a long while, he didn't move or look at him.

Xie Chenbi slightly raised his chin, staring at the boy in the sunset and lamplight, his dark eyes unfathomable.

Zhong Wan frowned, her voice equally indifferent: "Chen Bi."

"Alright." Wei Zhiyan clicked his tongue, thinking that Xie Chenbi still disliked Tan Quelu, and quickly smoothed things over: "Chenbi, your umbrella... is quite pretty. It's all from the heart. We'll talk about it when we get back."

If you really dislike it, just take it back and burn it like he did!

Xie Chenbi did not answer, but continued to stare at the somewhat stiff Tan Quelu, his voice cold: "I thought that answering a question is basic courtesy."

Tan Quelu stopped Zhong Wan from getting up, smiled, and finally looked at Xie Chenbi.

However, he didn't look into his eyes, but stared at the young master's dark shirt collar, which was buttoned up to the top, and said in a flat tone: "Sorry, I didn't hear you just now—Young Master Xie, do you like this gift?"

"dislike."

Xie Chenbi spoke indifferently, his dark eyes filled with obvious malice. He saw Tan Quelu's hand, hidden under the tablecloth, suddenly clench, her nails digging into her palm, revealing her long and well-defined bones.

...You like him that much?

I can't stand being criticized even with a single word.

Xie Chenbi, harboring a secret sense of superiority, coldly observed Tan Quelu's emotions fluctuating wildly because of his expression, action, or words.

He suddenly found it quite interesting.

Zhong Wan stood up, her brown eyes coldly fixed on Xie Chenbi, and suddenly chuckled: "Xie Chenbi, haven't you had enough of being beaten yet?"

"If you don't want to eat, get out. Can you even understand human language?"

Xie Chenbi slowly stood up, picked up the wine glass on the table, and raised it meaningfully to him: "Awan, sometimes it's really hard for people to see themselves clearly."

There's a saying that goes, "Those involved are often blinded by their own interests." You should learn from that.

Zhong Wan's face darkened: "What do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything."

The black-haired boy raised his glass, drank the champagne in it, then looked at Tan Quelu and calmly said, "I'm sorry about yesterday."

“You’re Awan’s boyfriend. No matter what, I shouldn’t have treated you like that.”

Tan Quelu was taken aback, and so was Wei Zhiyan.

He knew Xie Chenbi's temperament; he seemed cold, but in reality, he was vengeful and ruthless. Wei Zhiyan thought that even for Zhong Wan's sake, he would only offer Xie a toast as a formality and that would be it.

After all, Tan Quelu was just a special student and didn't deserve their permission to say a word.

But he actually explained so much.

Zhong Wan's ashen expression softened slightly.

He looked at Tan Quelu, his voice low and concerned: "Quelu, what did you say?"

Tan Quelu seemed a little lost in thought. Hearing this, she looked up, obediently met her boyfriend's gaze, and smiled: "I'm very happy... Thank you, Awan."

He didn't look at Xie Chenbi, as if he was afraid that if he looked over, he wouldn't be able to look away.

Xie Chenbi fully understood the other person's humble, unrequited love.

He sat down again, listening to Zhong Wan's occasional whispered words of concern and displays of affection, without saying another word throughout the entire meal. The dinner ended with Zhong Wan seeing them to the door.

Wei Zhiyan, carrying the cardboard box containing the parasol, remained silent for a long time before finally managing to say, "Awan, don't ride your bike to find me when you're wearing that fluorescent pink helmet."

He felt ashamed.

Tan Quelu blinked and mustered her courage to speak: "Does Wei think the gift I worked so hard to buy isn't pretty?"

"......"

Wei Zhiyan raised an eyebrow, watching him hide behind the murderous Zhong Wan, bluffing and staring at him with bright eyes, and strangely felt a little sweetness.

It's not about talking about Elk Green and Chung Wan-tian.

Instead, it was the sight of peacock green that made her eyes sweet.

...Damn, has this world gone mad? He's hallucinating from drinking!

Without saying a word, Wei Zhiyan turned around, grabbed the bag, and sped away.

Xie Chenbi stared intently at Tan Quelu, and only when he saw that the other's hands were stiff and her clothes were clenched tightly was he satisfied. He then got into the car and left without saying a word.

The frosty moonlight fell silently.

Finally, only Zhong Wan and Tan Quelu remained at the entrance of the manor.

Zhong Wan felt that tonight was truly perfect.

Although there was an unexpected hiccup, it was resolved well. He received a gift, introduced Tan Quelu to his social circle, eased their tensions, and successfully helped Tan Quelu integrate into the group.

They were going to spend their lives together. Zhong Wan was certain of that, which was why she was so happy at that moment.

"...Green Peacock".

The blond boy's ears burned. He lowered his eyes and slowly leaned closer, as if he wanted to kiss the boy's beautiful eyes.

Tan Quelu stepped aside, acting as if nothing had happened: "It's late, boyfriend, I should go back."

“…Ah, okay, okay, I’ll take you back.” Zhong Wan’s face turned bright red instantly after her first failed attempt to get a relative to her.

He assumed that Tan Quelu hadn't realized his intentions and had unintentionally avoided him. Zhong Wan, who had never been in a relationship, was too embarrassed to do it a second time, so she quickly put Quelu in the passenger seat and personally drove him back to his dormitory.

Music was playing in the car; it was the clapping audio that Tan Quelu had sent to Zhong Wan. The rhythmic clapping was very catchy.

Zhong Wanmei proudly boasted, "Que Lu, I listen to this audio every day, and it's the only one I listen to during races. I really like it. You can record lots of applause, I'll listen to them all."

Tan Quelu smiled slightly: "I'm glad you like it."

If the main character hits a wall again, he will definitely record it again.

The system was overjoyed.

The luxury car was parked downstairs at the Wenhua Building. Zhong Wan escorted the person to the front door, waved to Que Lü with her innocent eyes crinkling, and then turned and went upstairs without looking back.

The familiar dormitory lights came on.

Zhong Wan stared at the window with a satisfied expression for a while before returning to her car and preparing to drive away.

My heart suddenly jolted violently.

The blond boy's foot, which was pressing the accelerator, froze for a moment, and he instinctively bent over—countless black fragments flashed before his eyes, and he felt as if someone had kicked him off the motorcycle, slammed him to the ground, and snapped his neck without hesitation.

Zhong Wan subconsciously reached out and grabbed her Adam's apple tightly, feeling a sudden, inexplicable, sharp pain. The veins on her forehead bulged out.

......

Tan Quelu was unaware that F1 suddenly flashed back to the way he died during the save file loading.

He stood in front of the dormitory, logged into his Weibo side account on time, and posted from the perspective of someone who secretly admires another.

The familiar, idiotic male observer has indeed arrived. This person must be paying special attention to me, because he likes and comments so quickly every time.

User tqlhpl: [Liking you is a form of torture]

Users are strongly watching - don't block them: [I still like myself.]

User tqlhpl: [Getting close to you means getting close to pain, staying away from you means staying away from happiness.]

Users are strongly watching - don't block: 【Love you, old man, see you tomorrow】

Haha, Tan Quelu is skilled at using his fingers; he blocks people more often than he posts on Weibo.

The dormitory living room was quiet. Tan Quelu closed the door and turned around, only to find the protagonist standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The light was on, and he just stood there quietly looking at her.

"Good evening." Tan Quelu smiled, her eyes crinkling with a pure and innocent charm. "Xiaoxing, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Xia Xing twitched the corner of her mouth, and after a long while, she slowly walked up to him and expressionlessly stuffed a card into his hand.

"For you."

Tan Quelu looked down in surprise at the card in her hand, and heard Xia Xing say calmly, "There are three million in there."

"Aren't you with Zhong Wan now? Spend some money on yourself and buy some clothes."

"Heh, look at you still wearing these clothes, he probably didn't even notice, right? Stupid guy, so stingy with your boyfriend, you'll get hit by a car sooner or later."

Xia Xing seemed to have given up on pretending in front of Tan Quelu; her expression and words were cold.

Tan Quelu looked up, and after a few seconds, smiled and shook her head, gently placing the card back into his palm: "It's something I didn't want to wear."

“He gave me a lot of things, but you know I’m not a rich person to begin with, so there’s no need for me to wear those things.”

"I won't ask you where you got this money. I just want to tell you, Xiaoxing, you can come to me if you ever need anything in the future."

"I'll ask Zhong Wan to help you; he's very capable."

But he just wanted Zhong Wan to die.

Xia Xing looked at Tan Quelu. Under the lamplight, the boy's eyes were pure and innocent, so peaceful, sincere, honest and beautiful.

Perhaps it was all wrong from the beginning; he shouldn't have rejected her, shouldn't have pushed her away.

However, it was all too late.

Tan Quelu is a good boy.

Therefore, no matter how gloomy Xia Xing is, he can't bear to make the other person sad or upset.

The boy didn't speak, but forcefully shoved the card back into Elm's hand, brooking no refusal: "Aren't we best friends? This is a gift from a friend, you can't refuse."

After saying that, he turned and left, closing the door behind him.

Tan Quelu took the card and returned to the room, casually stuffing it into the drawer of the right wardrobe. She then asked the system, "How much money do I have now?"

[Adding the cash prize from F1 and the pipe organ from the generous NPC, congratulations, host, you've already reached eight figures!]

And the big boss's church hasn't even been included yet, truly a welfare NCP!

Remove the pipe organ.

【Oh? Oh, that's almost eight figures!】

That's a lot. Tan Quelu nodded in satisfaction, closed his eyes as usual to pray and take notes, then turned off the computer and went to sleep.

The next morning.

The Dome app popped up a message, suddenly announcing that all senior students at St. Weston High School would have a day off.

Tan Quelu was still thinking about what excuse to use to ask for leave from school, but now everyone is confused and on vacation, and the F3 group has disappeared.

Zhong Wan sent a message:

[My grandfather suddenly asked me to come home, saying he has a project for me to work on.]

[This is a collaboration with a subsidiary of the Eden Group; so far, only Shen Bi, Zhi Yan, and I have been invited.]

[I heard that General Manager Wei deliberately let us through this opportunity to give us experience. This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance; if I do well, I'll start to have a lot of say in things...]

I didn't read the long section about the green peacock.

Because he had already gotten into the familiar black minivan.

The man opposite him was young and handsome, dressed in a clean and sharp suit, with two buttons undone on his shirt. He raised his eyebrows slightly and stared at him intently and calmly.

The car's interior was covered by a partition.

In the silent air, Tan Quelu heard Wei Guan ask, "How's your love life going?"

Tan Quelu blinked: "It's fine."

"It's a good place."

Tan Quelu blinked, still confused: "Why are you asking this?"

"Pay attention to the students' daily lives."

"You care about each and every one of your students so much."

Wei Guan didn't answer, but seemed to chuckle lightly. His dark eyes looked at Que Lu in the light and shadow, and after a few seconds, he said, "Let's take a look at Que Lu's daily life."

Tan Quelu said "Oh," thought for a moment, and then replied, "Giving me things and pampering me every day. Isn't that good?"

The words fell.

Wei Guan suddenly reached out and quickly pulled a colorful book from the documents on the table next to him. He calmly opened it and placed it steadily in front of Tan Quelu.

The man spoke: "Page 10, paragraph 2."

Tan Quelu looked down in bewilderment and saw that the page in the book was decorated with colorful illustrations and large print—

Adolescence is an inevitable stage in a child's growth, but we need to pay close attention to help them understand the difference between friendship and love!

Giving gifts, arguing, and making up are all normal interactions in friendship and do not necessarily indicate romantic love. Parents should guide their children patiently, explaining the dangers of early romantic relationships, and work together with teachers to create a healthy environment for their children's growth!

Tan Quelu: "......"

The system was equally bewildered: 【...What is this?】

Wei Guan seemed to know what Que Lu was thinking and explained calmly, "It's a book a friend gave me, and I find it very interesting."

"It suits you perfectly right now, don't you think?"

Ha! Isn't this blatantly treating the host like an ignorant underage child? How can we tolerate this?

The system sneered, waiting to see the powerful NPC get violently attacked face-to-face by the host.

However, sunlight streamed through the car windows.

Tan Quelu lowered her eyes, staring at the colorful and interesting illustrations of men and women on the pages of the book. After a few seconds, she suddenly pointed to the pink thing and asked, "What is this?"

Wei Guan lowered his gaze and explained, "The pink love letter was given to the person she liked."

Why didn't he accept it? Was it drawn that way on purpose?

"Yes, the scores are vastly different. The girl with the perfect score is not allowed to help the blond-haired boy. That's an order."

Tan Quelu nodded knowingly, turned the page with her fingertips, and continued reading with great interest.

The light and shadow cast long shadows on the boy's eyelashes. He was quiet when he was engrossed in reading, his beautiful lips slightly pursed below his nose, and the short sleeves of his clothes revealed his slender and lean wrists.

A strange blend of childishness and earnestness.

Wei Guan has seen Tan Quelu's expression when he kills more than once. The inhuman coldness and danger are overwhelming. Because he is so understated, it reveals a strong sense of violent aesthetics. His eyebrows and eyes are more vivid than the scarlet blood.

But at this moment, Tan Quelu is like an unknown new human being who has never received worldly education.

He can even read a popular science book with great interest.

How exactly does one raise an eighteen-year-old boy to become like this? He carries an air of evil, restraint, ignorance, and an unwavering, fanatical faith.

That kind of faith is symbiotic with Tan Quelu's very being. Because it is so close, if someone who is not familiar with him tries to break it, he will react with a strong instinctive resistance.

The car was completely silent.

After reading the hand-drawn comic in this chapter, Tan Quelu finally closed the book and concluded: "Behind every immature relationship lies an unequal demand."

Wei Guan nodded in agreement, and a few seconds later, he spoke without warning: "Then what do you need from Zhong Wan?"

What is the reason for the repeated rollbacks?

I don't like having to be together, for whatever reason.

Money, power, or simply following the plot?

Tan Quelu raised her eyes and met Wei Guan's gaze in the flickering light.

"I have money and power."

The man looked at him, his voice calm: "So, what about me?"

A note from the author:

Our Uncle Wei is so eager to come over as soon as he hears about love!