The love of the authorities cannot be defeated by their exploitation...

After the banquet, Mr. Wei, Mr. Chen and other big bosses still had the second half of the meeting, so Su Zhuo was ordered to send Wei Xiaoming and Wen Zichuan back to Heting Manor.

Wen Zichuan didn't remember how much he had drunk. When he met Mu Qi, he thought he was not drunk. But now he got in the car, which was shaking and swaying, causing his whole stomach to feel burning and painful. He wished he could vomit out all his internal organs to feel better.

"Teacher Wen, are you okay?" Su Zhuo was driving and saw him pressing his arm on his abdomen in the rearview mirror. He was worried that his old illness had recurred.

"I'm fine, just focus on driving." Wen Zichuan said weakly.

"You have a stomachache?" Wei Xiaoming didn't understand Su Zhuo as well as he did. "Do you have a stomach problem? If your stomach isn't working, how dare you drink so much?!"

Wei Xiaoming never spoke harshly to him, but the tone he spoke now probably showed that he was really angry.

Faced with the questioning, Wen Zichuan didn't know how to respond. Could he really not drink at all in an occasion like today?

"It's okay, it's okay, just get some sleep and you'll be fine." He patted the back of Wei Xiaoming's hand, trying to get away with it.

"Then I'll sleep with you tonight and take care of you." Wei Xiaoming thought about it. Anyway, his godfather wouldn't be back for a while, so it was his freedom to sleep wherever he wanted.

Wen Zichuan neither agreed nor objected. He tilted his head and looked out the window.

Fortunately, although the weather in June was hot and humid, it didn’t rain, otherwise I don’t know how miserable we would have been.

"Teacher Wen, why don't you take the medicine again? There is water in the car." Su Zhuo couldn't calm down for a moment. He stretched his neck to look back while waiting for the red light.

"Taking medicine all the time isn't a solution. Isn't it said that taking too much medicine can have side effects?" Wei Xiaoming shook Wen Zichuan's hand and checked the navigation. "Where are we? I remember we'll pass through the city center. Is there a hospital there? I'll call Sister Lan and ask her to make an appointment with a doctor."

Wen Zichuan didn't dare to go to the hospital again. He said "no need" and slumped back in his chair, closing his eyes to rest.

Wei Xiaoming and Su Zhuo were anxious but there was nothing they could do. The traffic jam became more and more severe as they drove forward. Many drivers honked their horns anxiously, and the "beep beep beep" sound was very annoying.

"What's going on?!" Wei Xiaoming cursed angrily, "It's not even rush hour? Why is it so congested?!"

Su Zhuo sighed: "There is a school nearby. Let's go to the evening study session. There are parents picking up their children."

Wen Zichuan opened his eyes and saw that the school gate on the roadside was open, with wave after wave of students filing out. Next to the gate stood a huge landscape stone with the four big characters "Dengyuan No. 1 Middle School" written in powerful strokes.

He remembered that Xu Jiaxuan and Zhou Yitang were both students of Dengyuan No. 1 Middle School. Xu Jiaxuan was in the Yudeng campus and had graduated after the college entrance examination, while Zhou Yitang was in the Jingyin campus, which was closer to her home.

On the road to the school, vehicles are moving slowly and there is no point in rushing. It is better to relax and not think about anything.

But I don’t know if it was my eyes playing tricks on me, but there was a particularly familiar figure standing on the curb not far from the window: a man about 1.8 meters tall was standing there at a loss, being pointed at the nose by another slightly shorter woman, who was saying something in a bad tone.

Zhou...Brother...?

Is it... him?

Wen Zichuan sat up, and the hot air he exhaled from his mouth and nose sprayed on the glass, forming a white mist. He wiped it off casually and looked hard again.

Is that him? Why is Brother Zhou here at school? Is he here to pick up someone's child? Did he accidentally bump into someone and cause a conflict?

“Bang!”

The outside sounds were originally weakened a lot through the car window, but this sudden crisp sound was extremely clear - the woman suddenly made a move and slapped Cheng Sizhou!

"Zhou..." Wen Zichuan leaned on the windowsill, his pupils widened in shock, but because there were other people around him, he didn't dare to call out the full name.

Cheng Sizhou seemed to be stunned. He neither dodged nor argued. He remained stiff with his head tilted, allowing the students and parents around him to look at him strangely.

Wei Xiaoming followed Wen Zichuan's gaze and asked, "Isn't that... Teacher Xiao Cheng?"

Wen Zichuan's hand slid to the doorknob: "Stop, I want to get off."

"Get out?" Su Zhuo was operating the car, slowly crawling forward, stopping every three steps. Now there was traffic jam all around them, and they were not even in the lane closest to the side. "Then, I'll find a place to park."

"Why stop?!" Wei Xiaoming circled Wen Zichuan and yanked his hand off the doorknob. "Are you crazy? Or drunk? Don't you see how many people are outside? What if you're recognized and surrounded? Have you considered the consequences?!"

"Yes, Teacher Wen, this is really not a suitable place to get off the bus." Su Zhuo was so nervous that his hair stood on end the moment he thought about the safety of his two ancestors.

Wen Zichuan understood the truth, but he couldn't just ignore it and walk away.

"Xiaoming, let me go. I'll put on my mask and hat and go downstairs to talk a few words. I..."

"No! We're in the process of preparing and promoting our drama. If we're accidentally photographed by paparazzi and rumors spread about us, affecting the drama, all our efforts will be wasted!"

In fact, Xiaoming is right. After many celebrities in the circle become famous, the things they did when they were ordinary people will be dug out and used as negative information. What's more, there are only a lot of bloody gossips about themselves, and he cannot afford any consequences of his willfulness.

"Xiaoming." Wen Zichuan softened his tone and gave up struggling.

"It's no use begging me." Wei Xiaoming twisted his arm and pressed himself against him, holding him tightly. "Su Zhuo, the car in front has given way, hurry up!"

Su Zhuo usually obeys Wen Zichuan's orders, but Lan Qin also taught him that as an artist's personal assistant, he must ensure the artist's safety and interests at all times.

"Sorry, Teacher Wen." He locked the car door and drove out of the school area carefully.

As the car started, the scene outside the window became blurry again. In the bustling and noisy background, everyone was coming and going with a purpose. Only he was left, standing there motionless, as if he was waiting for someone, but as if no one would come.

Wen Zichuan was reluctant to look away, and could only stretch his gaze with bloodshot eyes, letting the person he thought about day and night disappear from his sight inch by inch.

Feeling the person in his arms breathing rapidly, Wei Xiaoming finally let go: "If you feel bad, you can beat me up when you get back."

Wen Zichuan adjusted his sitting position and moved a few inches towards the door. He pretended to look upwards and held back the tears that were about to flow out: "I was too impulsive. I'm sorry."

"I know you have a good relationship with Teacher Xiao Cheng," Wei Xiaoming tried to comfort him. "Even if you can't live together, you can still contact each other by phone."

"Yeah." Wen Zichuan responded casually. In fact, they hadn't spoken to each other for a long time.

"Well, I'm quite familiar with Yangliu'an," Su Zhuo said as he steered the wheel. "Does he still live in Yangliu'an? I'm on vacation tomorrow, so I can go see him for you."

"No, it's not a bother. You rarely get a rest." Wen Zichuan refused decisively. He never liked to order others around.

Silence returned to the carriage and no one spoke for a while.

In Wen Zichuan's impression, Cheng Sizhou had few female friends. That woman was too young to look like a student's parent, but she looked very familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere.

Could it be her... ?

Wen Zichuan remembered it. He looked at Cheng Sizhou's mobile phone and thought that the person he met today must be Dr. He's granddaughter, He Mengpian.

Yes, Cheng Sizhou doesn’t like women, but if he wants to bring good luck to his master, he is willing to compromise with his family and get along with Miss He. Isn’t that good?

Isn’t it common for couples to quarrel and even fight?

Thinking of this, Wen Zichuan felt a burning pain on his face, as if the slap had hit him, making him feel embarrassed and wronged.

It's all because he gave his beloved away, so he no longer has the right to feel sympathy for her.

After returning to Heting Manor, Wei Xiaoming was rushed to wash up. Wen Zichuan sobered up, but he was still a little unwilling.

Since the He and Cheng families are well-matched and have a good relationship, and with Miss He's upbringing, why couldn't she just say something nicely? Why did she have to beat people in the street?

unless……

Wen Zichuan had a bad feeling, so he went out and hid in a secluded place, then called Xu Jiaxuan: "Shouldn't you tell me what you did?!"

"You found out so quickly? You're very well-informed." Xu Jiaxuan's tone was filled with unconcealable pride.

"You are still young, don't meddle in adults' affairs." Wen Zichuan frowned, thinking to himself, how could a child who was raised by Zhao Ya listen to him?

"I don't care about adults' affairs, but I must take care of your affairs." Xu Jiaxuan was still sitting on the low wall on the roof, watching the city run day after day. He felt that "orderly" things would always be ignored, and only "disorder" could be remembered.

"How did you manage it? Let your math teacher pursue He Mengpian?" Wen Zichuan still doesn't think this method is feasible. He is just an ordinary teacher. How can he make He Mengpian change his mind by going through two parents?

"No need. I asked about your roommate when he first moved in. He's a 2012 History graduate from Dengyuan Normal University. Coincidentally, my math teacher is from the same school and class as him, but he's in the math department."

Wen Zichuan came to his senses. It didn't matter what the math teacher's major was. What mattered was that the campus singing competition that year, where "Cheng Sizhou presented flowers to Liu Shixing and kissed her on stage," had caused a sensation, and everyone in the same school and class had more or less heard about it.

"I just need to tell the teacher that there are scammers who commit marriage fraud. He has such a strong sense of justice that he will definitely expose it in order to set an example for us," Xu Jiaxuan added.

Wen Zichuan supported his forehead with his hand, feeling extremely confused.

If the person on the other side was an adult, perhaps things would not have reached the current situation.

Precisely because Xu Jiaxuan was a student, the teacher might have tried to remind He Mengpian privately in order to educate and guide him; and He Mengpian could have parted ways amicably with Cheng Sizhou, but being reminded by a stranger meant that everyone else knew, but she was the only one who was kept in the dark. How could she not be angry?

The girl who was raised in pampered status actually entangled with a gay man for two months. It was really shameful. Of course, she had to "retaliate" in a more shameful way.

Wen Zichuan sighed. As Xu Jiaxuan said, he had "ruined" the marriage between Cheng Sizhou and He Mengpian in his own way, but he was more worried than happy.

Cheng Sizhou's parents knew about his sexual orientation, but his master and mistress did not. Now that He Mengpian had exposed it completely, it was probably known to everyone.

After this incident, let alone blind dates, the parents of the Cheng and Jiang families probably couldn’t even hold their heads up in front of others.

Xu Jiaxuan on the other end of the phone seemed to have heard his thoughts and said with great concern, "Your roommate won't look for another woman. You are the only one he has."

"He doesn't just have me, he has family. Family is the most important thing, do you understand?"

Xu Jiaxuan swung his legs, noncommittal: "Teacher Wen Zichuan, if your love loses to his family's love, you can accept it; but if you lose to their exploitation, then don't accept it."

Wen Zichuan felt that these words were familiar. They should be the lines of the character he voiced. The little kid comforted him through his lines, which could be considered as finding the secret recipe.

"I see. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'll repay a drop of kindness with a spring. I'll get it back next time."

After hanging up, Wen Zichuan went over Xu Jiaxuan's words. It was obvious that "utilization" meant letting Cheng Sizhou and He Mengpian get married to bring good luck, but this was definitely against Cheng Sizhou's wishes and could not be considered "love".

When he thought of this, he felt relieved. It shows that in some matters, those involved are confused while those who are not involved can see things more clearly.