Wang Han knelt on the ground and trembled all over. He didn't recover for a long time until Helian Chen left.

"Son, what's wrong with you?" Mrs. Wang was the first to recover. With red eyes, she went to pull her son: "Hurry up, get up."

Wang Han remained motionless, his five fingers clenched tightly.

Mrs. Wang couldn't pull him any further, so she simply stopped and cried, "Son, what's wrong with you?"

"Mom, how dare you, how dare you..." Wang Han murmured.

Mrs. Wang was stunned, her eyes full of confusion and heartache.

"My father passed away early, and it wasn't easy for you to raise me all by yourself. So no matter how you acted up or boasted to the neighbors, I turned a blind eye..." Wang Han choked up as he spoke, "Mom... Actually, I want to tell you that every time you boasted, I felt ashamed and pressured..."

Tears welled up in Mrs. Wang's eyes: "Son..."

She didn't understand what happened to the good child.

"Mom, my son is the best in your eyes, but he is nothing in the eyes of others..." Wang Han laughed at himself.

"Son, don't scare me... Son..." Mrs. Wang was very frightened and quickly reached out to hug her son.

Wang Han lowered his eyes, tears welling up in his eyes.

When Peking University entered the courtyard, he saw this scene and walked over to them, puzzled. "Madam Wang, what's going on?"

When Madam Wang turned around and saw Mr. Bei, she felt like she had found a lifeline and grabbed his clothes with her backhand: "Sir, sir, please take a look at my son. He's not feeling well."

Upon hearing this, Peking University squatted down and asked, "Wang Han? What happened?"

Wang Han shook his head slightly, stood up with red eyes, and looked at his mother: "Mom, do you want your son to live or die?"

"Son...what are you talking about? Of course I hope you live well." Mrs. Wang also stood up.

The Peking University student stood up in bewilderment: "Wang Han, why are you talking to your mother like that?"

"If you want your son to live, come with me to the Wang residence to apologize to Miss Ye now." Wang Han knew that there would be no room for injustice among the powerful, and he knew that Miss Ye was not someone to be trifled with today.

Although she didn't know what the other person's personality was, her mother had ruined his reputation so much that anyone could crush him to death if they extended a little finger.

"What? You want me to go and apologize to Miss Ye?" Mrs. Wang stopped crying immediately, with shock in her eyes.

The Peking University students were also stunned. How could it be related to Wang’s house?

"Yes, I apologize solemnly." Wang Han said.

"Why? Why should I apologize to her? Son, are you out of your mind?" Mrs. Wang raised her hand and touched Wang Han's forehead.

Wang Han took a step back and dodged: "Others may not know, but I know best that none of your words are true."

"I...what I said is true. Miss Ye said that she saw you in the yamen and thought you were good-looking, so she asked me to ask you. As long as you agree to the marriage, she will have nothing to say." Mrs. Wang insisted.

The Peking University student finally found something in this sentence: "The marriage between Miss Ye and Wang Han from the Wang Mansion in the north of the city???"

"Yes, I personally mentioned the coal, and Miss Ye agreed."

“…”

The image of an immortal emerged in the mind of the Peking University student, and then he looked at Wang Han...

Suddenly, the ends of her eyebrows raised and the corners of her mouth twitched. How could she agree to marry such a thing if she was not blind?

How dare Mrs. Wang say that?

Who do the Wang family think they are to dare to ask for marriage?