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Lin Tingfeng thought to himself, "I used to be obsessed with money and always looked at teachers with the eyes of a businessman, thinking they were pedantic and poor. Now it seems that it might really be businessmen like me who are the ones who are truly disgusting."

His colleagues told him that Cai Wenchuan had gone to class.

The office was simple, with ordinary plywood desks and chairs, but it was piled with lesson plans and various textbooks and books, and the mess was filled with the smell of books.

University professors from prestigious schools also possess an extraordinary air about them. Each one sits in their office, exuding a refined and scholarly demeanor as they speak and look up. Although their clothes are simple, they are impeccably clean.

Lin Tingfeng found it strange. At this moment, Cai Wenchuan owned two-thirds of the shares in the Lin Group. If he sold his shares, the money he would get would be enough for him to live on for several lifetimes. However, he still remained a penniless scholar and attended classes on time at this school.

Cai Wenchuan is also an interesting person!

Lin Tingfeng fell into deep thought.

It seems that everyone's world is different, and their outlook on life, values, and worldview are different. These three views determine that everyone's life choices are different.

When Cai Wenchuan returned to his office after class, he saw someone sitting in his office chair—it was Lin Tingfeng.

He was dressed in a black suit, his long, straight legs making his desk and chair look like a child's toy.

Cai Wenchuan was quite surprised, wondering why Lin Tingfeng had suddenly come to see him. He hadn't seen Lin Tingfeng for almost three months since the last shareholders' meeting.

It's been so long. He'd almost forgotten this person even existed.

When Lin Tingfeng saw Cai Wenchuan, he stood up from his chair. Standing at nearly 1.85 meters tall in the small office, Lin Tingfeng looked like a giant, and his imposing presence was somewhat intimidating.

Those entering and leaving the office, especially the female colleagues, would all glance at Lin Tingfeng a few more times.

Cai Wenchuan noticed that Lin Tingfeng looked great, was full of energy, and had a rosy complexion. He even seemed to have gained some weight compared to before.

Cai Wenchuan felt somewhat ashamed, because compared to him, Lin Tingfeng seemed like a victor, while he seemed more like a loser.

Yes, he was a loser.

Lin Tingfeng smiled slightly, nodded to Cai Wenchuan, and said, "Professor Cai, it's been a long time." Indeed, they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

Cai Wenchuan blushed inexplicably, looked down at himself, noticing the ink and chalk dust on his fingers, and the thick black lesson plans and folders under his arm.

Indeed, he hadn't changed at all. Despite possessing enormous wealth and marrying the wealthy Lin Tingyue, he remained a humble and incorruptible schoolteacher.

He was willing to be a teacher, as university professors held a prestigious position and were superior to others in terms of wisdom, knowledge, and spirit. Their knowledge would set them apart from ordinary people.

However, the people he cares about most never care about his profession. For example, Lin Tingyue believes that the value of any job in the world is only how much money it makes.

However, becoming a university teacher was a path he willingly chose, one that was related to his personality, and no external force could change the direction of his life.

Cai Wenchuan stood there with his head down, lost in thought. A sense of powerlessness over life and relationships had taken hold of him like vines.

I'm physically exhausted, but mentally exhausted even more.

Seeing that Cai Wenchuan seemed like a dazed fool, remaining silent for a long time, Lin Tingfeng coughed and said to him, "Let's find a place and talk."

His other colleagues in the office were watching the two of them, and Lin Tingfeng thought to himself that this was definitely not a suitable place to talk.

To his great surprise, after several months apart, Cai Wenchuan's condition was worse than that of a patient like himself. Cai Wenchuan's face was as pale as a marble statue, his body was as thin as a paper doll, and his hair was as messy as weeds. It was as if he wasn't a patient, but rather Cai Wenchuan was the one recovering from a serious illness.

How strange! He inexplicably acquired a third of the Lin Group's shares as the son of a butler, then married the Lin family's beautiful eldest daughter, and with the help of his stepmother Zhang Yingzi, Cai Wenchuan should be riding high.

Such good fortune in life is akin to winning the lottery jackpot; any other man would be laughing in his sleep.

But Cai Wenchuan was listless, like a dehydrated plant.

Lin Tingfeng quietly observed Cai Wenchuan, feeling that he was like a pitiful little flying insect, as if trapped in a huge spider web, dying there, having given up struggling.

At this moment, this is the desperate and painful look that Lin Tingfeng saw in Cai Wenchuan.

Of course, he may be trying hard to hide his despair and pain, barely holding on in his heart, pretending to be fine as he goes to get off work and back as usual. But in reality, his pain and despair seem to be unable to be hidden, seeping out like water from his riddled body.

His melancholy and weary expression made it clear to anyone that he was unhappy.

Seeing that Cai Wenchuan did not answer, Lin Tingfeng cleared his throat again and said to him, "Wenchuan, it's almost lunchtime. How about this, I'll treat you to dinner. We haven't gotten together in a long time."

Cai Wenchuan seemed to finally come to his senses. He looked up at Lin Tingfeng and said stiffly, "No need. I have class this afternoon. We have nothing to talk about." He then lowered his head and began to open his lesson plan.

Lin Tingfeng was stunned, not expecting to be snubbed, but upon reflection, it was understandable. Cai Wenchuan, Lin Tingyue, and Zhang Yingzi were on the same side. If those two women knew he had come to see him and then had dinner together, they would probably tear him apart when he got back.

You know, a long, long time ago, these two women, one big and one small, were like spider demons, spreading their webs around Cai Wenchuan.

Lin Tingfeng watched coldly from the sidelines, witnessing Zhang Yingzi begin her scheme more than a decade ago, luring the young Cai Wenchuan into her trap and making him her servant.

At the time, he thought it was none of his business and kept quiet. What trouble could a steward's son cause? But now, seeing Cai Wenchuan being used as a pawn by two women for most of his life, Lin Tingfeng felt a bit more sympathy for him.

This is an excellent piece; without him, those two women could never have defeated Lin Tingfeng.

He had underestimated Cai Wenchuan before.

Lin Tingfeng could only nod, gave Cai Wenchuan a deep look, and asked him, "Okay, I understand. How have you been lately, it's been a few months?"

In fact, without him answering, he could tell at a glance that Cai Wenchuan was not doing well, not doing well at all.

Sure enough, Cai Wenchuan was stunned. One after another, indescribable expressions appeared on his face, like a photograph slowly developing.

After a few minutes, Cai Wenchuan seemed to have made up his mind, and once again, like a hard iron nail, he coldly said to Lin Tingfeng, "I'm doing very well!" He answered with great force, but it was this forceful tone that revealed the lightness and superficiality of the content, that is, he was not doing well at all.