Chapter 188 If You Don’t Fall in Love, You’ll Fail (End)

The sound of a door opening was heard slowly. Butler Li opened the door of Zhao Yiming's residence, followed by a doctor and a cleaner.

The light from the corridor shone through the door into the silent and dark room. Before the three of them entered, they could smell an unpleasant smell of alcohol.

Butler Li's expression became a little more serious. He entered the room first, turned on the light, and saw that the floor was littered with empty wine bottles and cans, with almost no place to step.

Zhao Yiming was drunk. He was tossing and turning on the sofa, sleeping soundly. He reeked of alcohol and sweat, and it was unknown how long it had been since he had cleaned up.

The cleaner put on gloves and started cleaning. Butler Li walked straight to the sofa with a word.

Zhao Yiming slept soundly, but seemed to have dreamt of something bad.

His eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, and beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead. The drunkenness on his face was covered by his pale complexion. Butler Li subconsciously wanted to wake him up.

At this moment, Zhao Yiming suddenly shouted: "No... No..."

Butler Li swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth. His expression became even more painful, as if he was afraid and regretful: "No, it's not like that... It's all my fault. It's her fault... You are not allowed to hurt her..."

The next moment, he suddenly woke up from his dream, his whole body covered in cold sweat, gasping for breath, and staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.

After a long while, he seemed to be relieved, but also a little helpless as he slowly said: "It's this dream again..."

When saying this, Zhao Yiming's expression was a little complicated, a little confused, and a little helpless.

It was not until Butler Li bent down and wiped the sweat from his forehead bit by bit that he realized there was someone in the room.

After being stunned for a moment, he opened his mouth and coughed, and a hoarse voice sounded: "...Uncle Li, why are you here?"

Butler Li changed a tissue and continued, "Young Master, you usually contact the Master once a month, but this time you haven't called for almost three months. During the Chinese New Year, you sent a text message saying you would not be back this year. How could the Master not be worried about you, so he immediately asked me to come and see you."

"I'm fine." Zhao Yiming shook his head and sat up. "I'm sorry to have worried Grandpa. I'll call him later to let him know I'm safe."

Butler Li was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then he said cautiously as if testing: "Master, you really don't look like nothing is wrong. Uncle Li is being generous and would like to ask if you have encountered any troubles recently? If you can't solve it, I wonder if you can talk to the master about it, maybe..."

Zhao Yiming pressed his solar plexus and shook his head slowly: "It's useless."

Upon seeing this, Butler Li stopped talking and just motioned for the doctor to come forward and examine him.

Zhao Yiming drank the porridge, took some medicine, and took a quick shower before calling Mr. Zhao to report that he was safe.

After finishing the call, he sat on the bay window sill and gently closed his eyes. Endless darkness instantly engulfed him, overlapping with the scenes in his dream.

Nude photos of Lin Zhiwei were flying all over the place, there was verbal abuse on the internet, people were sneering and looking at her with contempt, she was being beaten, isolated and fabricated rumors... and finally she died in the bathtub by slitting her wrists with a relieved smile on her face.

These scenes tortured him day after day in his dreams, along with the vicious curses of "Go to hell" that seemed to ring in his ears, leaving him with no choice but to numb himself with alcohol.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yiming suddenly opened his eyes and huddled up in fear.

The clothes he had just changed into were almost soaked with sweat again, but he seemed not to notice at all and just banged his head against the wall in agony.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. Ever since he watched the CD that Xie Fei gave him, these images would flash through his mind over and over again whenever he closed his eyes.

It feels so real as if it really happened.

Could it be... that all this is true? It was probably because he really designed Lin Zhiwei to commit suicide in his previous life, so God punished him like this in this life.

Perhaps only a life in exchange for a life can end this painful torture, and he will not let any of the culprits who caused all this go free!

…

Within a few days, people like Yang Junhui and Wu Haixin, who were doing hard labor, working as hostesses, or begging using their physical disabilities in various parts of China, all received a beautifully designed banquet invitation.

The invitation stated that this Saturday, their former classmates had booked a thank-you dinner in the most luxurious restaurant to thank them for their help, and that there would be generous gifts as well.

Along with the invitation comes an expensive plane ticket and a large amount of food and accommodation expenses.

When Yang Junhui and others first saw the invitation, they certainly suspected that it was a scam or a prank, but when they saw the handful of pink hundred-dollar bills, their concerns were instantly dispelled.

Although they didn't remember whether they had really helped any classmate, they were now firmly convinced that they had definitely done good things.

They couldn't help but start fantasizing in their minds, and even thought about how to repay the favor and let this mysterious old classmate save them from this hard and gloomy life, so that they could live a happy life with nothing to worry about.

A few days passed in a flash, and these people arrived in City A one after another on Friday.

Standing at the entrance of the magnificent hotel and looking at the gorgeous and high-profile decoration, they felt quite complicated.

On the one hand, they were worried that they had found the wrong place and were extremely nervous when they went to the counter to check in. On the other hand, they were amazed at the generosity of that mysterious old classmate. After they really got the room card, they became more determined to live a better life.

They slept soundly until dawn and felt that they had the best sleep of their lives last night.

After reluctantly getting up from the soft big bed, they began to dress themselves carefully - taking the most comfortable bath in all these years, changing into their best clothes, and making sure to leave a good impression on their old classmates.

However, after they entered the box one by one, they found that they were not the only ones there, but also many old acquaintances.

It was just that later on, everyone left their hometown one after another in order to make a living, and went their separate ways.

"You guys... have you been doing well these past few years?" The first person to speak was Yang Junhui. He had always been the boss of this group of people, and he always directed others to hit wherever he pointed.

"It's just like that. I can barely make a living." Wu Haixin smiled bitterly. "I didn't graduate from high school, so I can't find a good job... Not to mention, I have so many ugly scars all over my body. No one would look at me even if I want to buy a business..."

The situation was similar for the other girls, especially the two who used to be inseparable from Wu Haixin, who all nodded with a wry smile on their faces.

As for the men who had followed Yang Junhui in the past, although the scars did not have such a serious impact on them, their broken hands and feet made it impossible for them to do heavy work, stand or walk for long periods of time, and even when the weather turned cloudy and rainy, the pain in their injuries would become unbearable.

So most of them make a living by picking up garbage, collecting waste and begging, just getting by.

"...I am sorry to everyone. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't bully..." Having said this, he was a little unable to continue. He had an unshirkable responsibility in this matter.

But he didn't feel that he had done anything wrong to Zhang Yiming. This kid obviously had such a good family background, but they misunderstood him. Later, they were tortured a thousand times. Not only did they break their hands and feet, but they also didn't allow their family members to help them with their lives and schooling. In the end, they had no choice but to force them to go far away to make a living.

In fact, they were just having fun, adding some fun to their boring lives, and they didn't intend to kill him. Besides, he didn't suffer any serious injuries.

What's more, he eventually became the heir of Zhao's enterprise, but he was still so narrow-minded. They were just children in their teens at that time, but he could be so cruel to them. He was so vicious and selfish.

If he hadn't taken into consideration his own lack of ability and power, Yang Junhui would have retaliated for the abuse he had suffered!

The atmosphere was a little depressing. Wu Haixin smiled, stood up and clapped her hands: "Let's not talk about the past. We've finally gotten together again, let's talk about something happy!"

Everyone followed suit with a smile. Suddenly, the door opened. Everyone turned around and saw a row of waiters carrying wine and dishes to the table. "The gentleman who booked the room has something to do and will come later. He asked everyone to eat first and not wait for him."

So Yang Junhui and others began to eat to their heart's content, and before they knew it, they fell down one after another.

When they woke up again, it was already getting dark.

A musty smell wafted into Yang Junhui's nose. He blinked to adapt to the night, and then found himself locked in an abandoned house.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat and he had a bad feeling.

Regardless of the pain in his head, Yang Junhui quickly stood up and walked to the iron gate to check, and then confirmed that he was right. The door was indeed locked with an iron chain and the windows were welded with iron bars.

The others woke up one by one and asked in unison: "What happened to us?"

"Where is this? Aren't we having a big meal in the hotel?"

Yang Junhui's head hurt even more because of their noise. He slammed the door hard: "Stop making noise!"

The surroundings were instantly silent, and everyone looked at each other. After a while, he continued, "We've been tricked. Now the most urgent thing is to find a way out... Do you have your cell phone with you?"

The expected answer is no.

"Look for something, see if there is anything useful." Yang Junhui tried his best to suppress his anxiety. "Huzi, you have a loud voice, stand at the window and shout outside to see if anyone can hear you."

A group of people immediately got busy, but apart from something like a bucket of water in the corner, they didn't gain anything.

Everyone was sitting on the ground, resting and discussing countermeasures. At this moment, Wu Haixin screamed "Ah!" and jumped up: "Where did the water come from? My new clothes are all wet--"

Before she finished her words, Yang Junhui's voice interrupted her: "No, this is not water, it's gasoline."

One person suddenly realized: "Ah, it's the bucket of water in the corner just now... er, oil, who accidentally knocked it over?"

Then in the dim room, there was a slight "click" sound, and a flash of jumping fire appeared.

Only then did everyone realize that there was a stranger in the room who no one knew. They were so scared that they screamed or trembled to avoid him.

Yang Junhui was also nervous, his hands were shaking, and he was sweating profusely, fearing that he would drop the lighter into the gasoline at the next moment.

He swallowed and asked, "Who are you?"

The man curled his lips slightly: "You eat my food, live in my house, and use my things, but you don't know who I am?"

"Old classmate?" Yang Junhui forced himself to remain calm. "Who are you?"

The man sneered, slowly pulled down his hood, and looked at everyone with a sarcastic smile: "It's only been three years since we last met, how come you have forgotten the 'old classmate' who brought you joy during your boring time and allowed you to play with him?"

Yang Junhui's eyes suddenly widened with disbelief: "It's you, Zhang Yiming!"

"Of course it's me." Zhao Yiming smiled silently, "Look how good I am to you. I even let you have a good meal before you die so that you can be well fed after you die."

"What are you trying to do?" Yang Junhui's throat froze for a moment, and after a while he trembled and said, "Although we are insignificant, we are not without trace. If so many of us died here inexplicably, no matter how powerful your family is, you will not be able to escape suspicion."

"Heh." Zhao Yiming chuckled, "You don't have to threaten me. I never planned to live from the beginning."

"Look at how beautiful this flame is. Does it look like the flame you used to burn my hair?" He looked at the flame and said softly. He caught a glimpse of Yang Junhui trying to rush over. He shrugged indifferently and said, "Don't act rashly. If you scare me by accident... this lighter will fall down, and then... it will explode with a bang, and there will be a bloody mess..."

Upon hearing this, the group of people turned pale with fear and huddled together in fear.

Seeing him like this, Yang Junhui didn't dare to move any more. He lowered his posture and prepared to persuade Zhao Yiming: "We were young and ignorant in the past, please don't take it to heart. Now your life is so good, why do you have to sacrifice yourself for us? It's not worth it..."

As he spoke, he secretly looked at Zhao Yiming's face. Seeing that he was indifferent to his words, he gritted his teeth and said cruelly: "We were wrong before, and you have reason to be angry. We will let you beat and scold us until you have vented your anger. You see-"

"Hahahaha!" Zhao Yiming suddenly laughed.

Then, just when Yang Junhui and others were confused, the next moment they watched him throw the lighter into the gasoline.

The scorching flames spread instantly, and in a few seconds the entire house was on fire.

Everyone immediately screamed and fled in all directions, but in the blink of an eye they were engulfed by the mad flames. Horrible cries of pain rang out one after another, accompanied by Zhao Yiming's laughter, which was so eerie and chilling.

When the fire brigade and police arrived, the area had already been reduced to ruins. After investigation, they found that this was a revenge incident caused by a school violence incident three years ago. Both the victim and the perpetrator died, so the case was left unresolved.

However, due to this shocking revenge case, school violence incidents across the country decreased significantly for a time, but the Zhao Group really no longer has any heirs.

After knowing this, Lin Zhiwei sighed that the boy had such a tragic experience. No wonder he had some mental problems.

But she never thought that Zhao Yiming would die like this. Although she hated him very much, she didn't hate him to the point of wanting him to die.

But she was only sad for a while, because her wedding with Xie Fei was coming up and she couldn't be distracted.

The wedding was simple, and only relatives and friends of both families were invited. However, when Zhou Antian and others received her wedding invitation, they were shocked. After knowing that the groom was the one they had been thinking about, Xie Fei, she was forced by them to tell their love story.

Spring went and autumn came, and decades of time passed in a flash, and Xie Fei and Lin Zhiwei spent their lives in such great love.

As a mathematician who made outstanding contributions to the mathematics of this era, what people talk about most about Xie Fei is his love for his wife and children, which grows stronger day by day.

It is also because of this that, although his research has made mathematics more difficult, there are far more people who love him than those who hate him.

After all, there seems to be no mathematician who is handsome, intelligent, and dotes on his wife and children.

Moreover, their love story made many little girls envious, and it even pushed the attendance rate of math classes to a peak, ushering in an era of rapid development of mathematics.

The author has something to say: This little world is over~~

I'm going to start preparing for the ending of the main story, so the next update should be in three days.

There will be a chapter of extra chapters. I will choose several worlds to write into one extra chapter. Now I have only thought of the extra chapter for this world. If there is a world you want to see, please comment. I will write it in if I have an idea~