I don't want to go home

"I can't delete it. If I delete it, it will look like I'm covering my mouth, which will just confirm the rumor." Xiao Ming wiped it roughly with a tissue and continued to think of a solution anxiously.

"Do you have a crisis PR person? Get someone to write a few messages. Doesn't Hanyu know someone who can promote the news? Use that to suppress the rumors!"

"No." Zhou Min shook his head, his face full of helplessness. "Zheng Cheng's father is going to take action and won't leave him anything."

"Why? How could they just delete it all so easily? Brother Cheng put so much effort into it..." Xiao Ming didn't understand.

"He's done this before." Zhou Min took off his glasses, closed his eyes and pressed the corners of his eyes.

"Don't you find it strange? Every Zheng family event is reported, so why has no one ever photographed Zheng Cheng?"

Zheng Cheng was running in a long and narrow corridor.

He was barefoot, and the sound of his soles slapping against the tile floor echoed down the hallway.

Suddenly he was picked up in the air, and his arm was stuck in his waist, causing pain.

It was Lao Chen, the bodyguard who followed him every day.

"Uncle Chen, please let me go and let me go back to school. I don't want to leave Japan and I don't want to go back." He knew he couldn't escape Uncle Chen and could only beg.

"Sorry, Master Cheng, please go home." Uncle Chen replied.

"I don't want to go home!"

Zheng Cheng kicked and punched, repeatedly trying to break free from Lao Chen's grip, only to be caught again and dragged back and forth. Finally, he was completely exhausted and knelt on the ground, grabbing Lao Chen's pants:

"Uncle Chen, please, can we go back to the past and be like before? You keep me and continue to take me to and from school. I promise to study hard, okay?"

"Master Cheng, I'm sorry, I can't do this..." Hiding his inner pain, Old Chen turned on the headset, "Master has been found, in the corridor on the first floor of the inpatient department."

"I don't understand. Haven't I been doing well? Why doesn't the Japanese region want me anymore?" Zheng Cheng still held on to Lao Chen, tears streaming down his face.

"Master, Master, it's Uncle Chen who's wronged you..." Old Chen squatted down and held his hand, "It's all Uncle Chen's fault."

"Master..." Zheng Cheng repeated in a daze, "My mistake was that I shouldn't have agreed to the call of Master..."

Soon, a group of people rushed towards him, and the shining needle tip flashed in front of Zheng Cheng's eyes. He came to his senses and struggled frantically, but still could not avoid the slight pain in his neck.

"Where's Dad? Let me talk to him! He said that the Japanese region will be mine in the future... You can't... do this to me." Zheng Cheng gradually lost his strength and was carried to the bed by them, but he was still arguing.

It can't end like this. Every day of my life, the meaning of my life, the life I have planned.

"Mom said I must inherit Yuanxu... otherwise... just pretend I was never born..." Before Zheng Cheng lost consciousness, a tear slid down his teardrop mole, "Mom... I'm sorry... it's all my fault..."

This is Zheng Cheng's second attack today.

He was wearing a hoodie with the hood pulled up over his head, and he was curled up on the bench with his hands covering his ears, shivering all over.

Seeing it clearly, he remembered everything. Zheng Cheng weakly lowered his arms and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he was startled by someone approaching.

"Classmate, are you okay?" A couple was passing by. The girl leaned over and asked, "Do you want me to call an ambulance for you?"

"No, no." Zheng Cheng quickly covered his mouth and hid his face. "I'm just... heartbroken."

"Oh, that's terrible, buddy." The boyfriend kindly reminded, "Don't jump into the river. It won't drown you, but you'll end up with love confessions hanging on the wall. I just had someone rescued by security last week. It was so embarrassing."

"If you don't know how to talk, just say less!" The girl pushed her boyfriend and walked away quickly.

Thank you, I don't want to die anymore.

I didn't think about it at first.

Zheng Cheng stretched out his body and stretched out his bones that had just been tightened by himself.

Why are you saying you've been heartbroken? It's so unlucky.

But it is normal for a grown man to sit by the river with a hat on in the middle of the night and suffer from a broken heart.

How did things turn out like this?

Zheng Cheng pulled the drawstring of his hat and slid down, his head resting on the back of the chair and his feet against the railing, blocking the entire path along the river.

Slowly, he began to sort out the chaotic memories in his mind.

He only found out about the incident when Zheng Yuan called him.

These past two days, his mind was full of Hu Hanyu, and he didn't care about anything else. But at this time, two false rumors broke out.

Zheng Cheng tried his best to argue on the phone, but Zheng Yuan remained the same.

"Chengcheng, we've had enough fun, let's stop." He never heard what Zheng Cheng said. "The Internet is not a good thing. Daddy has always been afraid that you will get hurt."

"I wasn't hurt! Rumors like this are so easy to come by if you find a lawyer." Zheng Cheng tried to explain to his father, "Please trust me, Dad. Give me two days and I can handle it..."

A sigh, neither loud nor soft, from the other side of the ocean destroyed Zheng Cheng's plea.

"Chengcheng, don't be so naive." Zheng Yuan suppressed his helplessness and anger, hitting his eardrums. "Do you know how much effort I've put into making you disappear from public view over the years?"

Zheng Cheng wanted to refute, but choked.

The kidnapping case of the wealthy Zheng family was once the social headlines in newspapers and news. Zheng Cheng's broken yet delicate face was too eye-catching, and he would be photographed whenever he went out.

Zheng Yuan used a lot of connections to completely keep Zheng Cheng and the kidnapping case out of the media and paparazzi's sight. To this day, the ban on filming the third young master of the Zheng family is still in effect.

"Starting tomorrow, you'll be living at home. If you need to go out, have Old Chen take you there." In order to sound less assertive, Zheng Yuan added, "Listen to Dad. Don't overthink it when you get home. And try to stay off the internet lately."

In the past, when the conversation reached this point, Zheng Cheng would be too lazy to say anything more, just answer with an "oh", and then do what he was told.

But today he was in a bad mood and didn't want to act.

"No," Zheng Cheng said, "I'm an adult. You have no right to restrict my personal freedom."

"Watch your words, Zheng Cheng." Zheng Yuan's patience was nearing its limit. "Letting you go home is protection, not restriction."

go home?

A flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and Zheng Cheng's temples suddenly began to throb with pain.

"I don't want your protection!" Zheng Cheng heard himself say, "You have no right to interfere with my personal freedom."

"Stop it, will you?" Zheng Yuan growled angrily. "Zheng Cheng, your company, your house, which one wasn't given to me? Why are you talking to me about freedom?"

Why? Yes, why?

Zheng Cheng suddenly felt like laughing.

Someone told him that he couldn’t just give up easily, because what would be the result?

Why can't you just let it go?

"Is it okay if I don't want them all?" Zheng Cheng said.

"What did you say?" Zheng Yuan was surprised by his reaction.

"Aren't you just afraid that I'll mention your B&B and ruin Yuanlv's reputation? You've said so much." Zheng Cheng's head was splitting with pain, and he felt a tightness in his throat. He tried hard to suppress the feeling, "I'll delete it, okay?"

"It's good to know how to repent, but your attitude isn't quite right." Zheng Yuan softened his tone after hearing the answer he wanted. "Chengcheng, Daddy is also thinking about you..."

"I don't need you to think about me!" Zheng Cheng interrupted him, and before he could catch his breath, he finished his words in a way that almost yelled, "I'll return all your things to you, don't bother me!"

He hung up the phone, quickly logged into D Station and Little Green Book, and sent a cancellation application.

Then he fell into the corridor that seemed to have no end.

"Chengcheng, go home and listen to Dad."

"Don't be naive, Dad is always thinking about you."

I don't want to, I don't want to go home.

Did I do something wrong? Was I not working hard enough, not good enough?

Can time go back? Can we return to the gate of the private school?

I don't want to go home!

Waking up from the complicated memories, Zheng Cheng climbed up to the second floor, put on a hoodie at random, stood in the cloakroom and looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the suitcase.

This time, I won't do it again.

"Excuse me, please let me pass."

Someone interrupted Zheng Cheng's recollection. He struggled to prop himself up with his hands and pulled his legs back from the railing.

This chair is too hard. My waist is stiff and my butt hurts.

It was almost time to think about where to live. He took out his cell phone and took a look at it. He pressed the buttons one by one, but nothing happened.

No, it was fully charged, how come it ran out of power so quickly?

The person who had just asked him to borrow something just stood there without moving.

"Aren't you going over there? Let's go." Zheng Cheng pulled his hat and lowered his head.

The man still didn't move. He saw a pair of sneakers with the toes pointing towards him.

I don't think they're like the couple just now, trying to care about me.

"I'm fine. I just want to be alone after a breakup." Zheng Cheng waved his hand. "I won't jump into the river, and I don't need an ambulance."

"Who is Jingjing?" the man asked.

?

These sneakers suddenly looked familiar.

Zheng Cheng was shocked.

This is the quiet shoe.

"You've been heartbroken, Jingjing, do you know?" the person opposite asked with a smile.

Zheng Cheng has not yet fully recovered from the two panic attacks. His mind is still confused, and it seems as if half of him is still detached and floating in the air.

After recognizing Hu Hanyu's shoes, his first reaction was: hide.

Without thinking, he grasped the drawstring of his hoodie and yanked it, plunging his vision into darkness.

The person opposite couldn't help laughing.

"You blocked me again, didn't you?" He took two steps forward, put a hand on Zheng Cheng's head, and rubbed it. "I can't even locate you. How did you get yourself to Qingjiang University, little genius?"

The little genius's eyes were blinded by his hat, and he casually pointed to the side of the bench and saw a shared bicycle.

"I logged in with your account last time and didn't log out."

Hu Hanyu couldn't hold it in any longer.

"I usually take the elevator to the second floor, but I rode 5 kilometers." He sat down next to Zheng Cheng, still laughing, "No wonder I didn't think of running."

"Don't laugh at me." Zheng Cheng protested softly, "I really don't have any strength in my legs right now."

"Why don't you come to me?" Hanyu asked.

"I..." Zheng Cheng was speechless.

I've thought about looking for it, at least a hundred times.

But I didn't look for him, I just held a grudge.

"Can you come out first?" Hu Hanyu said, "You look like a blindfold."

"You're the one with the blinds, your whole family has blinds." Zheng Cheng said, loosening the drawstring on his hat and pulling his hair to reveal his face.

His fingers were not very obedient, perhaps because Hu Hanyu was sitting next to him. In any case, he tried to open it for a long time but couldn't.

Finally, a pair of hands couldn't bear it anymore and came to help. In a few seconds, Zheng Cheng's eyes lit up.

The first thing I saw was his familiar eyes, gentle, drooping eyes with bloodshot eyes, dark circles, and an indescribable tiredness.

The next thing I saw was his stubble, scattered messily on his usually smooth and mirror-clear cheeks.

It's only been a few days since we last met, how come this happened?

Just as Zheng Cheng was about to touch him, Hu Hanyu hugged him tightly.

I could feel my rapid heartbeat even through my clothes.

The force that strangled him to the point of suffocating him.

There was heavy, trembling breathing in my ears.

Zheng Cheng couldn't tell whether it was his or Hanyu's.

"Finally... found you." Hu Hanyu said.

This real force grabbed him and held him in its hand, and the part of his consciousness that was floating in the air finally landed on the ground.

Then all the emotions that had been suppressed just now pressed towards him.

Anger, grievance, helplessness, fear, colliding, struggling, pouring out of his eyes.

"Why did you come just now..." He didn't care whether he was right or wrong, and didn't bother to manage his messy facial features. He buried his face in Hu Hanyu's shoulder capriciously.