This is a way of telling them to leave.

Madam Cheng no longer concealed her disgust for Xu Zhuohua, and Xu Zhuohua got up from her chair.

"Thank you for the reminder, Madam Cheng. I'll head back to the Xu family now." He seemed unconcerned.

Then he said goodbye to Cheng Yuguang and walked out gracefully.

Cheng Muyun caught up from behind, carrying Xu Zhuohua's backpack. "Xu Zhuohua, why are you in such a hurry?"

Xu Zhuohua didn't stop walking. "I told you long ago that nobody likes me, but you insisted on bringing me to Mrs. Cheng. Now do you believe me?"

Cheng Muyun grabbed Xu Zhuohua's wrist, "Then we won't come. We'll separate and move out from now on."

Xu Zhuohua said helplessly, "The person you marry in the future will not be me."

Cheng Muyun also grabbed Xu Zhuohua's wrist with his other hand, closing the distance between them. "Why do you say that?"

Xu Zhuohua pushed his hand away and took her backpack.

After Dongzhou is lost, the Dongxing South Route will be worthless, so I will also lose my value, and Cheng Muyun will definitely not marry me.

At that time, Luo Yunqiao, the daughter of a merchant whose wealth rivals that of a nation, would be the best choice.

Xu Zhuohua said, "Because we are different. You always tell me to stay away from Xiao Wuxin, but I am the same kind of person as him. Two people with different ideas will not be together."

Cheng Muyun couldn't actually understand what Xu Zhuohua was saying. After all, in his mind, women probably didn't have their own thoughts. He only cared about whether a woman spoke softly, was beautiful, came from a good family, or had any use to him.

"We live in the same world, why do you say that?"

Xu Zhuohua knew that no matter how she explained to Cheng Muyun, it would be useless, so she said, "The future of China will be a world where everyone is equal, without warlords, without foreigners, without emperors, and the people will truly be the masters of their own destiny. You will never understand."

Cheng Muyun's deep eyes were filled with doubt; he truly didn't understand.

"What future?"

Xu Zhuohua said, "Thirty years later, fifty years later, eighty years later."

Cheng Muyun frowned deeply. "Did Xiao Wuxin say something to you?"

Xu Zhuohua shook her head. "No, this was originally my idea."

Cheng Muyun suddenly grabbed Xu Zhuohua's shoulders, "Impossible! You've lived in Dongzhou since you were a child, and you spent six years in a nunnery. You had no chance to come into contact with the outside world. If it wasn't Xiao Wuxin who told you, then who else could it be?"

Xu Zhuohua's shoulder ached so badly that she frowned and gasped for breath.

"Let go, it hurts!"

Cheng Muyun immediately let go of his hand. "Sorry."

Xu Zhuohua rubbed her shoulder, looking at Cheng Muyun, whose face was full of guilt.

She never imagined that such an expression would appear on Cheng Muyun's face; he was supposed to be a cold-blooded killing machine.

It was precisely because of this that Xu Zhuohua couldn't bear to watch him head towards his demise.

Never mind, let's try our best. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.

Moreover, influencing Cheng Muyun could save many people.

Xu Zhuohua sighed, "Cheng Muyun, do you have something to do today?"

A hint of joy flashed across Cheng Muyun's face. "Today is a day off."

"Then you can help me learn to read. I don't recognize any of the words in the textbook, and I don't know how to write the paper that Dr. Lin is going to submit."

Cheng Muyun took a step closer, a smile in his eyes, "Okay, where to?"

"Aurora Library?"

Cheng Muyun smiled and said, "Okay, but I hope Xiao Wuxin isn't there."

Xu Zhuohua smiled. Xiao Wuxin was probably busy submitting manuscripts today and wouldn't be at the library.

She grabbed Cheng Muyun's sleeve, "You'll know when you get there."

The library at Aurora University was deserted because it was Sunday, and the doors were locked.

Xu Zhuohua slammed the iron chain on the door, somewhat angrily, "Why are you locking the door?"

Cheng Muyun smiled and pulled Xu Zhuohua away, then took out a wire from his pocket and quickly removed the lock.

He pushed the door open, then turned around, extended a hand, and said very politely, "Please come in."

Xu Zhuohua was amused, walked in, patted Cheng Muyun's hand, and pulled him inside.

Cheng Muyun sat obediently at the long table, while Xu Zhuohua walked over carrying a large pile of books.

These are all books she carefully selected, compilations of advanced ideas from various countries.

I refuse to believe that I can't win over that old fogey Cheng Muyun.

"These are all. I don't recognize any of the words on them. Can you teach me?"

Cheng Muyun picked up the top book, "October," and asked, "What is this?"

Xu Zhuohua said, "This book tells the story of what happened in Russia a few years ago, when workers, soldiers and poor peasants overthrew the provisional government and established a new regime."

Cheng Muyun frowned. "You know the contents of this book?"

"Know."

If you don't even know this, then Xu Zhuohua's history studies have been in vain.

"Is there any point in studying then?"

Xu Zhuohua smiled awkwardly, her eyes curving like crescent moons. "I've only heard of it, but because I can't read, I've never been able to understand it. I just wanted you to help me. Can you read it to me?"

No man can resist a sugar-coated bullet.

Cheng Muyun smiled, opened the thin book, and began to read.

Cheng Muyun's voice is very pleasant, with a clear and pure tone, like a gentle breeze or a clear spring. It is deep but not hoarse, and has a casual yet slightly lazy feel to it.

Xu Zhuohua had no interest in the contents of the book; instead, she stared blankly at Cheng Muyun's lips as they opened and closed, his straight nose, and his deep eyes.

How could such a handsome man be the Great Demon King?

After reading book after book until his throat was dry, Cheng Muyun asked, "I've read so much, did you really listen?"

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