Ye Zhiwei blushed deeply at Jiang Jianian's almost blunt words.

Does the male lead actually have mind-reading abilities?

Ye Zhiwei couldn't help but grumble inwardly, but how could she show it in front of Jiang Jianian? She immediately denied it, saying, "Of course not, how could that be? You're making it sound like I'm avoiding you—"

Jiang Jianian remained silent, leaving Ye Zhiwei with no opportunity to refute his eloquent words.

Jiang Jianian remained silent, and Ye Zhiwei could only suppress her nature and force herself to be quiet.

Both of them had their phones in the classroom, and the teachers usually kept a close eye on them, so they rarely carried their phones with them. Ye Zhiwei never expected that she would encounter a broken elevator just by going out.

Didn't the teachers notice that the elevator was broken?

Didn't the calligraphy teacher notice that the beautiful Ye Zhiwei hadn't handed in her homework yet?

Ye Zhiwei took a deep breath.

After five minutes of silence with Jiang Jianian.

Ye Zhiwei finally couldn't hold back and spoke first, "Jiang Jianian, did the teacher tell you to give him the registration form after class?"

"Um."

Straight man's indifference.

Ye Zhiwei could only move on to the second topic, "How's your competition preparation going?"

"generally."

Damn.

Was he deliberately making things difficult for her? Didn't he notice how she was awkwardly trying to find topics to talk about the whole time?

The teacher hadn't noticed the elevator issue yet, probably because students and teachers rarely go up to the twelfth floor, and there aren't many teachers teaching in the offices on the twelfth floor.

Ye Zhiwei was already regretting why she hadn't taken the stairs.

After two minutes of this hard silence, Ye Zhiwei couldn't help but start a third topic, "Jiang Jianian, you may not be happy to hear me say this, but... it's actually a good thing that Jiang Yanqiang was arrested. His crime this time is not light, and no matter how he is sentenced, it should be more than life imprisonment. This is a good opportunity for you to start a new life."

So please, please never again entertain any thoughts of murder.

In order, the first one is Jiang Yanqiang, and the second one is her!

If Jiang Yanqiang is imprisoned or executed one day, wouldn't she be the first one to be brutally killed?

Ye Zhiwei is still unsure whether changing this plot will be good or bad for her. She only realized she had transmigrated into a novel after Jiang Jianian moved into the Ye family. Jiang Jianian's personality is already set, and Ye Zhiwei doesn't know what this gloomy and indifferent young man is thinking now.

Jiang Yanqiang did indeed lead Jiang Jianian into a dark world.

But it's hard to say whether, without Jiang Yanqiang, another trigger would have completely awakened the darkest side of Jiang Jianian's heart.

Ye Zhiwei hoped that nothing like this would happen, and even if it did, she hoped it wouldn't be the trigger for it.

This topic finally piqued Jiang Jianian's interest slightly. The young man looked at Ye Zhiwei and suddenly asked, "What kind of new life?"

Ye Zhiwei was stunned.

She hadn't expected Jiang Jianian to ask her that.

"Does his death mean I can start a new life?" Jiang Jianian asked again, "Is that what you think?"

After the boy finished speaking, Ye Zhiwei couldn't find a single word to refute Jiang Jianian.

She knew that Jiang Jianian had always viewed this boy with prejudice, believing he would kill her in the future, and had never noticed that Jiang Jianian was just a pitiful boy who was almost eighteen years old, whose mother had died early, whose father was abusive, and who was about to lose both parents just when he was about to escape the abuse.

“Jiang Jianian…” Ye Zhiwei felt a surge of emotion.

A ding sound.

The elevator was finally fixed. The doors opened, and the teacher came in anxiously, asking, "Zhiwei, Jianian, are you hurt? Are you alright?"

Ye Zhiwei shook her head at the teacher and said, "It's okay, Jiang Jianian and I are both fine."

She swallowed her apology, never having the chance to say it aloud.