The counselor recalled what 'Zhou Yi's mother' had told him: that Zhou Yi had a strong sense of self-esteem and that he should never let Zhou Yi know that she was at school, otherwise Zhou Yi would not admit it.

He would say his mother was dead, and he wouldn't even admit to having such a shameful mother.

The counselor looked terrible, utterly disappointed in Zhou Yi. Zhou Yi's mother worked so hard to earn money, only to raise such an ungrateful child.

The counselor took a deep breath and said, "Zhou Yi, stop fooling around."

"If you don't want the subsidy, I can apply to the school to withdraw it."

"But you shouldn't despise your own mother. Without your mother, you wouldn't exist."

"You're using your mother's money to go to school, how can you say your mother is dead?"

"If you continue like this, I will have to give up on you. A person's poor academic performance can be corrected, but a person's bad character is truly beyond redemption."

Hearing that his counselor didn't believe him at all, Zhou Yi was so angry he laughed!

He initially thought that he should let the counselor misunderstand, since prejudice is a mountain that can't be made true, and the truth will come out soon. But then he thought about all the care the counselor had given him.

Zhou Yi has great respect for teachers who are responsible to their students.

Therefore, he still intended to explain, not wanting to disappoint his counselor: "Teacher, I don't know what rumors you heard that made you misunderstand me as such a person, but I think no one would joke about the death of their parents."

“I am your student, you should trust me more.”

"The person who came to the school that day pretending to be my mother was actually Su Qingjiao's mother."

“Su’s mother worked as a nanny in my family for several years. Her leg was burned in the fire while she was saving my grandmother.”

"Therefore, I am grateful to them. I not only gave them a thank-you payment, but also allowed them to stay in the Zhou family with peace of mind, and gave them some rights that went beyond those of servants."

"I don't care about what others think. I turn a blind eye to Su Qingjiao's frequent pretense of being the heir to the Zhou Group at school."

"But I never expected that, over time, the fake would become real, and I, the real one, would become fake. I never expected that my indulgence would allow them to grow so ambitious that they would dare to impersonate my mother at school."

The counselor listened to Zhou Yi's explanation with skepticism.

He didn't know whether he should believe Zhou Yi; indeed, no one would joke about their parents.

But he couldn't help but recall that day in the office when the woman pitifully told him what a good boy Zhou Yi was, and that she was incompetent and couldn't give Zhou Yi a good life.

If that woman is fake, then her tears, which come out of nowhere, could make her an actress.

The counselor took off his glasses with a headache and rubbed his temples.

On one side were his students, and on the other was that poor woman.

He really didn't know who to believe.

Perhaps only when the two of them confront each other will he be able to find out the truth.

He sighed and glanced at his phone.

While he hesitated, Zhou Yi had already dialed the driver's number, which was answered after two rings.

"Come back to school and pick me up."

After saying this, Zhou Yi hung up the phone: "Teacher, we can wait at the school gate now, the car will be here soon."

The counselor glanced down at his phone again.

Then, looking helpless, he explained to Zhou Yi, "I can't take the day off today. I have an important meeting to attend later."

"The dean had notified us of this meeting in advance, and no one is allowed to take leave."

"You don't need to rush to prove yourself. Time will tell. When I have time, I'll go back with you to find out more."

"I just hope you're not lying to your teacher."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi nodded and said, "Teacher, since you can't go in person, I'll ask for half a day off. I'll video call you when I get back."

“You are a responsible and good teacher. I know that time will prove Su Qingjiao’s lies true. All of this is within my expectations, but I don’t want you to misunderstand me now.”

The counselor was touched by Zhou Yi's words, and the scales in his heart tipped slightly in favor of Zhou Yi.

He patted Zhou Yi on the shoulder: "Actually, there's no need to be in such a hurry. You don't need to take leave to go back because of this."

Seeing Zhou Yi's determined expression, the counselor had no choice but to nod.

"Alright, go and come back quickly."

Zhou Yi took a few steps towards the door and stopped. Seeing that his counselor was already preparing materials for the upcoming meeting, he earnestly said to the counselor's back:

"Having such a good teacher as you is a blessing for all students."

The counselor was stunned, and by the time she came to her senses, Zhou Yi had already left.

A gentle, warm smile spread across his face.

As Zhou Yi walked out of the school gate, the driver arrived at the gate. Seeing Zhou Yi come out of the school gate, the driver quickly got out of the car and opened the door.

"Young Master, what happened?"

"Aren't you in school?"

Zhou Yi got into the car, his aura chillingly cold, his tightly pursed lips revealing that he was suppressing his anger.

"Back to the villa!"

The driver dared not ask any more questions, nor did he dare to peek at Zhou Yi's expression in the rearview mirror.

He drove fast and steadily all the way, taking Zhou Yi back to the villa.

Upon returning to the villa, Zhou Yi's face was so dark it seemed to drip water. He strode into the villa with his long legs and grabbed a servant at random to ask:

Where is the maid from the Su family?

The maid pointed to the second floor: "She's wiping the vases upstairs."

"Make her get down here."

When the maid saw Zhou Yi, who should have been at school, suddenly return home with a calm yet angry expression, as if magma was about to erupt beneath an iceberg, she was terrified.

Upon hearing Zhou Yi's instructions, she quickly threw down the broom in her hand and stepped up the stairs two steps at a time, afraid that if she walked too slowly, Zhou Yi would vent his anger on her.

The maid, panting, found Su's mother: "Young Master Zhou wants you to go downstairs quickly, so hurry up and don't delay."

"I'll wipe this for you."

Upon hearing this, Su's mother immediately hid the rag behind her back, fearing that the maid would take away the easy job of wiping the vase.

This was a job she got by paying 100 yuan to Xiao Su, who had asked for leave.

Not only can you wipe slowly, but you can also slack off occasionally.

Mrs. Su gave the maid a look that said, "Don't try to play tricks on me," and said warily, "No need, I'm almost done wiping."

"There's no rush to go downstairs after I've finished wiping."

Seeing Su's mother's guarded look, the maid rolled her eyes speechlessly.

If she weren't worried that Young Master Zhou would be getting impatient, she wouldn't have reminded Su's mother: "Young Master Zhou is back, and he seems very angry. You should go downstairs now."

"Really, I'm not trying to take your job away from you. I'm just worried about taking up Young Master Zhou's time. Go quickly!"