Chapter 13: Scarf Gu Xingjue came out with a silver spoon in his mouth...

Gu Xingjue was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Everyone around him fawned over him and flattered him. No one dared to say anything extra, let alone slap him in the face, which was an insult to his dignity.

As long as Gu Xingjue showed the slightest sign of anger, the others would be scared out of their wits, fearing that if they offended one person, their entire family would be implicated.

In fact, Gu Xingjue didn’t think there was anything wrong with being slapped. After all, he knew that he had a bad temper and was domineering, and those flatterers made him sick.

Those who really dared to hit him actually made him feel more real, such as Yun Che, who had been beating him since childhood, the vicious-tongued Xie Yanchen, and Ye Ai, who finally tore off her disguise.

There are only two people in the world who have ever slapped him.

One is Ye Ai, the other is Chen Song.

Ye Ai's slap in the face made the young Gu Xingjue feel cold all over and shattered the beautiful dream he had been obsessed with for a long time.

That extremely heartbreaking feeling all came from Ye Ai's deception and disguise.

After being slapped by Chen Song, Gu Xingjue felt a little sad and helpless, like a thorn piercing his heart.

Where does this sadness come from?

Gu Xingjue couldn't figure it out.

A twisted wave finally appeared on Chen Song's cold face.

The needle carrying the sad emotion penetrated into Gu Xing's determination and merged into his heart in a tiny way. It was as if it was swallowed up and could no longer send out any signal of sadness. Instead, it was replaced by a kind of self-abuse pleasure.

Gu Xingjue wanted to punish Chen Song.

His punishment was now concretely reflected in Chen Song's twisted, painful, and humiliating expression.

Gu Xingjue sneered a few times, pouted his cheek mischievously, stood up and looked down at Chen Song again. The look of being in control of the whole situation made Chen Song extremely unfamiliar.

Like a foreign invader, it slaughtered Chen Song's cells wantonly, madly and cruelly.

Chen Song hammered hard on his black trouser leg. But the muscle resisted him, unmoving, rock-hard, and refused to budge no matter how many times he struck.

The wind was howling, and the people coming and going attracted a lot of attention.

This lingchi was carried out in public. Passersby, the stars and moon in the night sky, the sturdy trees on the road, and the dead leaves scattered on the street were all witnesses.

College students are the group that loves to gossip the most. The appearance of the two is enough to attract a lot of attention, and many people recognized Chen Song, the cold-faced and devilish student union president.

The crowd of onlookers quickly gathered together. Due to the oppressive aura of the two, they did not dare to get close and could only watch from a distance. A few brave ones even took photos with their mobile phones.

Chen Song's desire to be a transparent person has been completely shattered by irresistible fate.

If this was just his scarf, he could have just ignored it and run away.

But this belonged to Yun Jingsheng, his respected teacher, and he couldn't give it up. Nor could he allow Gu Xingjue to insult him.

"Is that enough?" Chen Song's icy voice made people feel like they were sinking into an ice cellar. "Don't be so childish, okay? This is still my school."

Gu Xingjue smiled twitchingly. "I'm childish? You call me childish? Do you know who you're talking about?"

"Did I tell you not to?"

"Did I agree? Did I agree with you?" Chen Song looked at him coldly, his heart already chilled.

Gu Xingjue paused and said, "What do you mean? It seems like I was coaxing you like a grandson a few days ago, but you just ignored me."

Chen Song completely ignored Gu Xingjue's questioning and tugged at the scarf tightly, pulling so hard that purple veins slowly crept up on Qingbai's neck. He murmured, "Let go."

Gu Xingjue: "Answer me. You really don't want to live like this anymore, do you?"

Chen Song's nose twitched slightly, his bones trembling. He didn't dare to answer the question. He just stubbornly tugged at his scarf, as if it was his only remaining self-respect.

When Chen Song saw Gu Xingjue coming, his heart still trembled. He knew that he might be here to take him home.

But the joy in my heart was shattered by his unreasonable actions.

He didn't want to wear the scarf, and when he came to his senses, Yun Jingsheng had already left.

The key point is that there is nothing between him and Yun Jingsheng.

Why didn't he give any explanation, didn't he give any trust at all? He was humiliated right from the start.

Is he so despicable? Is he so shameless as to ask for support?

Gu Xingjue keeps saying that he doesn't want to become like those people who curry favor with him, but why do they still classify him as that kind of person and push him into a desperate situation?

His self-esteem and personality were crushed to the ground and he was publicly executed.

In a psychology class, the teacher once asked a question: which is more important, liking someone or being suitable for them?

Chen Song didn't hesitate to decide that love was the most important thing. In his opinion, how could a person be with someone he didn't like?

He once thought that Gu Xingjue had some feelings for him, but now he has doubts.

He and Gu Xingjue were completely at odds in their values, and Gu Xingjue completely ignored his self-esteem.

Chen Song felt very tired. He lowered his eyes to see the stain on his navy blue scarf. He loosened his grip and said weakly, "This is my school. Can you please stop disturbing me?"

The inexplicable joy in Gu Xing's determination instantly dissipated after Chen Song regained his composure, but a strong emotion swirled in his heart, making him feel very anxious.

Gu Xingjue couldn't explain this emotion, so he anxiously attributed it to anger, but his proud pride prevented him from bowing his head. Finally, he turned around and walked away without looking back.

He didn't want to see Chen Song's cold and indifferent look again.

The heavy breath of lingering anger was carried away by the wind and gradually faded away.

Chen Song was breathing rapidly and with difficulty, his whole body was heaving violently, his hands were extremely numb, and his legs and feet were also numb from squatting. A moment of weakness made him kneel on the ground.

The gazes and judgments around me buzzed in my ears, and the feeling of suffocation came over me again.

Chen Song sat there blankly, picked up the scarf that was fluttering in the wind, and carefully wiped the stain. But the stain and dust could not be wiped away.

Chen Song folded the scarf and put it in his arms. When he stood up with difficulty, his eyes went dark and he almost fell down. He staggered a few steps and finally came to his senses.

After a few steps, he stopped where he was, his eyes fixed on the black card on the ground. With a wry smile, he picked it up and put it in his inner pocket.

Chen Song originally wanted to go back to that house today and do some simple cleaning before going to work part-time at the restaurant. Now it seems that he might as well just go to the restaurant to work part-time.

Gu Xing will never go back, and so will he.

College students’ weekends are the freest and happiest, and many of them go out for dinner or even travel.

Of course, these are distant fantasies for people like Chen Song.

Chen Song had no money, no energy, no hobbies, no friends, and no freedom. To survive, he constantly worked part-time jobs to earn tuition and living expenses. He needed to earn credits, maintain good relationships with his teachers, and complete every assignment perfectly to secure scholarships. He jumped at every possible competition and filled out various forms to apply for financial aid for needy students. He also had to manage the student union and handle various matters, both large and small.

Everything I do is for survival, to become an independent and excellent doctor, to gain a foothold in society, and to have a place to settle down.

In his busy and tiring life, day after day, Gu Xingjue was the intruder who disrupted the order. He overbearingly tore through all the rules and became a dictatorial monarch.

Before Chen Song met Gu Xingjue, he only slept six hours a night at most. Whatever time he squeezed out of his busy studies was spent on his part-time job. After meeting Gu Xingjue, he would occasionally return home late at night to find Chen Song gone. He would get angry and tell him to quit his job.

Chen Song said he had no job and no money to eat, but Gu Xingjue said without hesitation that he would support him. Chen Song looked at his serious expression and felt funny and moved.

According to Gu Mo's description, he worked as a handyman in a racing club. How much money could a handyman make? Besides, his motorcycle was very fuel-consuming, so how could anyone support him?

Chen Song teased him with a smile: "You are not a rich second generation, how can you support me?"

Gu Xingjue looked strange for a while and didn't say anything.

Looking back now, Chen Song felt that Gu Xingjue might have told the truth in a fit of rage, and that it was a joke that he was being toyed with by him.

Chen Song felt that it was unrealistic at the time, so they discussed reducing their working hours and working part-time only on weekends, and Gu Xingjue stopped working.

So Chen Song was imprisoned in the cold palace built by the monarch, called "home", where he waited day and night for the monarch's return. That home also held many warm memories, but it was also accompanied by a painful and long wait.

The contradictory psychology of wanting to go back but not having the courage to do so made Chen Song like a drifter on the sea, with only a narrow piece of wood on the vast ocean to support him from the impact of the waves. He wanted to sink but couldn't, and was about to drown but couldn't die.

Faced with Gu Xingjue's arrogance, conceit, and insults, he couldn't leave easily, and the bottom line in his heart retreated again and again.

Every day Chen Song spent with Gu Xingjue, he knew clearly that this day would eventually come. He couldn't let go, so he stopped thinking and kept avoiding it, just like today.

I had been planning to take a part-time job later, but now I just want to keep myself so busy that I don’t have a moment to stop and think.

Chen Song works part-time as an assistant in the kitchen of a very famous five-star restaurant in Beijing. This has been his third year.

The first time he met Gu Xingjue was because this restaurant was doing a booming business and many banquets were held here. He was busy until the last minute before leaving get off work. It was because of this that he happened to meet Gu Xingjue who had fainted on the street.

In the past three years, Chen Song has learned many dishes from several chefs. Sometimes when they are too busy, Chen Song can still cook a few dishes.

When Chen Song arrived, everyone in the kitchen was a little surprised and excited.

"Hey, Xiaosong, why are you here? Didn't you say you'd be here tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yeah, yeah, there are fewer school classes these days?"

Chen Song had already changed into his chef's uniform. He nodded at them and walked to Master Liu's stove while putting on his apron.

Master Liu is Chen Song's teacher. He has a rather strange temper, a stubborn personality, and is not talkative. The chefs joke that Chen Song and Master Liu are a pair of mute master and apprentice.

Despite Master Liu's eccentric temper, he never gave Chen Song any hard time. The chefs attributed this to Chen Song's dedication, willingness to work hard, and his natural talent for cooking. They praised Chen Song as the best of Master Liu's apprentices.

Chen Song didn't take the compliments seriously, and didn't know how to respond, so he just smiled awkwardly. He didn't believe he was worthy of praise. The curses his parents had etched deep within him had long since robbed him of his confidence.

Moreover, the people in the kitchen loved to joke with him and make fun of him, so he didn't take the compliments to heart.

The chill of early winter, with snow on the horizon, persisted, yet the kitchen was hotter than a heater. Chef Liu's long-furrowed brow furrowed into deep wrinkles as he stared intently at the beef stir-frying in the wok.

His sturdy arms were spreading ingredients from cans here and there, his face covered in sweat. As Chen Song approached, he heard him say, "There's a fish coming in through the side door. Go get it and prepare it. It's going to be ready soon."

Chen Song replied, "Yes," and brought a small black pot to receive the beef from Chef Liu's wok, pouring the prepared black pepper honey sauce over it. The two of them worked in perfect harmony, quickly completing the dish.

Although it is Friday today, it is not busy and there are people chatting in the kitchen.

The topic was usually brought up by the gossipy Xu Ke, who was even younger than Chen Song. He had been an apprentice here since he was a high school graduate and was now a young chef.

He had nothing to do at the moment, so he sat on a chair, a vegetable leaf in his mouth, and said leisurely, "Although I'm not busy today, do you know that the people coming here tonight are all big clients?"

Aunt Jiang glanced at him and sarcastically said, "Aren't all the people who come here big clients? Who can't see that?"

Xu Ke waved his hand and said mysteriously, "This time it's really different. I was at Sister A Le's just now, and she said that the young master of the Xie family is coming here to host a banquet today. He won't invite many people, but they are all from that circle."

Aunt Jiang raised her eyebrows when she heard this, stopped chopping vegetables and asked, "Which Xie family?"

Xu Ke bit the leaf and laughed, "Which other Xie family could it be? Xie Yanchen, the most ruthless of the four young masters of North City."

"Ah?" The young man in the kitchen stopped what he was doing. "Didn't he go to the army?"

Even Chen Song, who had been busy and focused, paused and slowed down his vegetable cutting.

When Chen Song heard the three words "Xie Yanchen" and saw the face he had seen that day, his heart tightened unconsciously and he had a bad guess in his mind.

Master Liu threw a dish to Chen Song and said, "If you are so slow, you might as well go home and sleep."

No matter how big a person's background is, it is commonplace for the old people in the kitchen. Master Liu is also quite dissatisfied with this kind of gossipy behavior.

Chen Song knew that Master Liu was angry, so he quickly picked up the vegetables in his arms and started washing them, but he couldn't help but listen to what Xu Ke said.

Xu Ke looked at everyone's curious gazes and said with a sense of accomplishment, "I think I came back in the middle of last month."

Some people didn't believe it: "You are the only one who is well-informed. You, a little brat, even know the four young masters of North City."

Xu Ke snorted, "How could I not know? I know everything. Who doesn't know the Four Young Masters of North City?"

Aunt Jiang sneered, "You must have heard what Ah Le said. You're just a little kid who's only been here for a few years, and you know what's going on with the people above you."

Ah Le was the restaurant's top HR person, specializing in handling hotel complaints and disputes. She was also a gossip-loving person. Whenever there was a new story about the hotel's boss catching his mistress, it would inevitably spread from the front desk to the kitchen.

Xu Ke was very unconvinced after being exposed. She pouted and said, "So what? So what? If I hadn't told you, would you have known Xie Yanchen was coming? Humph. I also knew that not only Xie Yanchen was coming, but also Gu Xingjue, the most dissolute of the four young masters of North City, was coming."

Chen Song's hand shook, and the iron basin fell to the ground with a deafening bang, and the freshly washed vegetables were scattered all over the floor.

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