misfortune

It is not known whether Ling Jianghan believed it or not, but Ling Jianghan did not ask any further questions.

This was a bit surprising to Qi Wuchen.

He thought Ling Jianghan might ask some more questions, such as why Zhou Yuyi mentioned his birthday and why he could remember his birthday so clearly.

But Ling Jianghan didn't ask anything. He just talked to him as usual, asked him questions, and went back together after evening self-study.

It seemed as if this was just a casual remark of theirs, and neither of them took it seriously.

After the self-study session ended that evening, the students packed up their things and went home. Suddenly, they heard someone outside the door shouting, "Outside, someone's about to jump off the building!"

After these words were spoken, those who were anxious to go home and those who were anxious to go back to the dormitory to wash their hair were no longer in a hurry and ran outside to find out what was going on.

Jiang Han and Qi Wuchen turned a deaf ear to this and chose to leave the classroom through the back door at the same time.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they walked out of the classroom, a voice came from behind them.

"Ling Shengyi! Let's talk nicely, don't be impulsive!"

Jiang Han subconsciously stopped and turned to look at the corridor behind him.

Most of the senior high school students’ classrooms are on the fifth floor. There is a window at the end of the corridor on the fifth floor. Some students like to lean against the window to enjoy the scenery after class.

Ling Shengyi was sitting on the wall with his back against it at the moment, and if he moved any further he would fall directly from there.

Jiang Ning must have rushed over immediately after hearing the news. She was now standing at the front of the crowd, carefully comforting Ling Shengyi: "Student, please don't get excited for now. If you have anything to say, come down and talk to the teacher, okay?"

Ling Shengyi ignored her and just sneered at the back of the crowd, "Ling Jianghan, I thought you were gone."

The crowd around him was silent for a moment.

"Not yet." Ling Jianghan wanted to take two steps forward, but Qi Wuchen behind him reached out and pulled him back. He had no choice but to stand still and look at him calmly: "What's the matter? You have to stand so high up and say it?"

"Brother Chen," Sheng Yao asked quietly from behind Qi Wuchen, "Do they know each other?"

"We all have the surname Ling, what do you think?" Qi Wuchen glanced at him indifferently.

After hearing this, Sheng Yao stared in disbelief and asked, "Are they brothers?!"

Before Qi Wuchen could answer, he heard Ling Jianghan next to him say to the people over there, "If you have anything to say, come down and tell me. It's quite dangerous to stand so high up."

"Why are you pretending to be a good guy here?" Ling Shengyi pointed at Ling Jianghan and shouted excitedly, "I knew you were no good! If it weren't for you, how would your mother know we were in North City? And how could my mother be hit and killed by your driver for no reason?!"

Jiang Han was a little annoyed by his voice and the discussions around him, and he didn't want to talk for a while.

The more silent one is, the more likely they are to be criticized at such times. But before the people around him could start to discuss him, Qi Wuchen's voice rang out in his ears: "Ling Shengyi, did Ling Jianghan move to North City alone? Doesn't your family know this?"

"Yes, classmate," Jiang Ning took the opportunity to persuade him, "Jiang Han moved to North City alone. When he first transferred here, he even handled the procedures for commuting to school on his own. There must be some misunderstanding. Can you come down first and we go to the office to discuss it in detail?"

"What kind of misunderstanding could there be?" Ling Shengyi stared at Ling Jianghan with his scarlet eyes. The hatred in his eyes seemed to be able to completely crush a living person: "He is..."

"Ling Shengyi," Ling Jianghan's head gradually became dizzy. He took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice calm. "Cheng Huan and I haven't seen each other for fourteen years. What does it have to do with me if her driver kills someone?"

The surrounding discussions began to become noisy again.

"Wow, did I hear that right? I haven't seen my mother in fourteen years?!"

"Their family relationship is quite complicated, right? Do you remember when someone caused trouble for Ling Jianghan on the first day of school? It was said that the troublemaker was his biological father!"

"No way... I remember that guy even got a group of people to block him. How could a father treat his own child like that?"

Sheng Yao couldn't help but choke when he heard these words. He leaned over to Qi Wuchen's ear and whispered, "Brother Chen, is what they said true?"

Qi Wuchen gave him a look, signaling him to shut up.

Sheng Yao covered his mouth and nodded in understanding, when he suddenly heard Ling Shengyi speaking again.

"Ling Jianghan, actually, you should be the one sitting here. After that old man Ling Jingshan died, what difference is there between you and an orphan without a father or a mother? Anyway, no one in this world cares about your life or death anymore, so you might as well just die casually and have peace of mind." Ling Shengyi paused here, as if remembering something, and said, "Oh, Zhou Yuyi also treated you like a brother when she was alive. Unfortunately, two of their family of three died not long ago, and now only her mother is left to care about your life or death, hahaha..."

Ling Shengyi's current condition was almost the same as that of a mental patient. Ling Jiang Han endured the dizziness and looked at him for a long time. Suddenly, he heard two voices that he had never heard before.

The sound was sometimes far away and sometimes near, so that Jiang Han could not tell what day it was.

"It's just a piece of jade that someone has cherished for many years. If Your Majesty doesn't like it, you can just throw it to the ground and smash it to pieces. Why is it worth your anger?"

"The late emperor is dead, and your government is destroyed. Qi Wuchen's coffin will arrive in the capital soon. Prime Minister Ling, will you choose between the broken jade and the intact tile?"

These noises gave Jiang Han a splitting headache. Before he could think about the words carefully, everything in front of him gradually became blurred.

He closed his eyes and coughed a few times. When he opened them again, he could no longer see anything. Only Qi Wuchen's slightly anxious voice rang in his ears: "Ling Jianghan! What's wrong with you?"

"I..." Jiang Han felt pain all over his body, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He vaguely felt someone holding him up. He grabbed that person's hand and wanted to say that he had a little tinnitus, but when he opened his mouth, he said with a tearful voice: "I can't see..."

Qi Wuchen was suddenly at a loss and wanted to say something, but he saw the hand that was tightly holding him suddenly loosen, causing Jiang Han to kneel down exhausted.

"Ling Jianghan!"