Others could not understand what Huang Wanzhen meant by this, but Gao Caixue understood it immediately. She knew that the two were from the same country, so she used Huang Zhong to reflect him and Dongwu to compare her.

She also told him in a disguised way that she had given them a lot of face by pretending not to know, but Fan Hengming was so stubborn that he couldn't see that she had helped to conceal it, and he even turned around and made fun of his benefactor.

Gao Caixue also glared at Fan Hengming fiercely, "Stop laughing, the lecture I just gave was all in vain, you didn't listen at all."

Huang Wanzhen stood up, bent over, looked Fan Hengming in the eye, and said, "It's okay if you're stupid, but you don't even listen to the teacher! Humph!"

After the salon ended, Huang Wanzhen returned to Jixiangtang and not long after, Fan Hengming followed her.

"What?"

Fan Hengming looked around and motioned for Huang Wanzhen to find a place where no one was around to talk. Huang Wanzhen took him to the main room in the backyard, opened the door wide and said, "If you have anything to say, say it quickly! I'm busy."

"Well, the teacher told me everything. Did you figure it out?"

Huang Wanzhen was really at her wit's end with this idiot. She sighed deeply and asked, "How did you get into college? How did you graduate?"

Fan Hengming said seriously, "What does this have to do with the college entrance exam? I've always had good grades since I was young, so it's normal for me to get into college."

"Oh! I've had both eyes since birth, so it looks normal." Huang Wanzhen lazily held her chin with her hand, looking very bored. "Actually, Professor Gao revealed it to me on purpose."

Fan Hengming said, "Oh?" "Did the teacher tell you?"

Huang Wanzhen straightened up and shook her head, "No, Professor Gao asked you to tell me."

"When? How come I didn't know?" Fan Hengming looked incredulous.

"When you gave me the check on the train."

Fan Hengming was confused. "Is there anything wrong with paying back the teacher's money?"

"Well, that's not right, otherwise how could I have guessed it? Do you have anything else to do? No, I have to go get busy." Huang Wanzhen immediately ordered him to leave.

Fan Hengming pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and said, "The teacher said that you share the same ideas as us and should be our comrade."

Huang Wanzhen shook her head. Neither her original self nor she herself had reached the realm of thought that "I wish I had thousands of mansions to shelter all the poor and bring joy to the world." Huang Wanzhen simply wanted to live a good life. She didn't have such lofty ambitions, nor did she have such great abilities. At most, her shoulders could only carry the weight of the few people around her who cared about her, or the few people she cared about. Even with just a few people, she was already exhausted.

Logically, she was living a very good life now. Many of her clients were people of status and position, and she shouldn't have gotten involved. However, seeing those skinny children and adults with dead eyes outside, Huang Wanzhen still felt uncomfortable.

The right path and the path that is beneficial to oneself are not the same path. Huang Wanzhen doesn't know how to choose.

She thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure out which path to take.

Until one night in late winter.

“Pah—Pah—”

Huang Wanzhen had always been a light sleeper, and the sound of gunfire on Dengshikou Street woke her up instantly. Although it was none of her business, Huang Wanzhen's heart was still beating very fast. She almost stayed awake until five o'clock.

In winter, the sun rises late. At five o'clock, before daybreak, Huang Wanzhen put on a warm padded jacket and opened the door with a "creak".

She was going to get a basin of water, wash her face, and wake up. Since she couldn't sleep, she decided to read a book with full concentration.

I walked into the kitchen in the dark and pulled the light cord by the door.

"ah--"

"Bang—"

Huang Wanzhen covered her mouth tightly and looked at Fan Hengming who was half-dead on the ground.

"What's the matter, Mr. Huang? What's the matter?" Zhao Dahua opened the window and shouted towards the kitchen while buttoning her cotton jacket.

Huang Wanzhen hurried out of the kitchen. "It's okay. It was dark. I almost tripped over the firewood. Next time, you should pile the firewood aside and not leave it everywhere."

Zhao Dahua paused while buttoning her clothes and immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Huang, I will definitely change it next time." Then she realized that she always buttoned her clothes at the corners. Could it be that she missed one last night?

"Mr. Huang, leave it there, I'll take care of it."

Huang Wanzhen quickly waved to Zhao Dahua, "Goodbye, it's still early. Lie down and sleep for a while. After an hour, get up and cook."

Zhao Dahahua’s biggest shortcoming is that she has no opinion of her own, and her biggest advantage is that she is obedient. When Huang Wanzhen asked her to sleep a little longer, she closed the window and lay down again.

As she carried Fan Hengming, Huang Wanzhen thought to herself: Fan Hengming should really thank her for the foot-binding surgery and the years of martial arts training. Otherwise, she really wouldn't have been able to save him. He was really taking advantage of her. So, shouldn't she cover half of the surgery and martial arts fees? Then she thought, actually, it made sense to cover it all. Isn't Master Fan's life worth that little money?

Gao Caixue picked up the person at around eight in the morning, Huang Wanzhen arrived at the school at around nine, and the Security Department Inspection Team took Huang Wanzhen away at around four in the afternoon.

Fang Heiwu, wearing a Zhongshan suit, stared at Huang Wanzhen with eagle-like eyes. "Oh! So your name is Huang Wanzhen? I thought your last name was Song too. You look so impressive on the train!"

Huang Wanzhen recognized at a glance that this person was the one who arrested Professor Gao and Professor Li on the train. At that time, he clearly said that he was from the Secret Service Department of the Military Police Command, but now she is in the Peking Security Department. No wonder he didn't dare to offend Song Wenyin at that time.

"What is your relationship with Saga Jiro?"

Huang Wanzhen didn't sleep well last night, and was brought here again, so she was in a terrible mood. But she didn't dare to say anything.

"I want to see my lawyer, Cao Zhaolian."

Fang Heiwu sneered, "Do you think a mere lawyer can save you?"

Huang Wanzhen pretended to be indifferent and said, "Mrs. Shen, the wife of the Public Security Bureau Director, ordered a dress from me for the City Hall Ball in three days. Song Wenyin, the beloved daughter of Song Yongsheng, the Director of the Security Department—oh! That's your boss's daughter. She's my best sister. She treats me better than a sister. She calls me every other day to discuss business matters, and this gun..."

Huang Wanzhen, whose hands and feet were bound, nodded at the Browning on the table with her chin. "It was given to me by Chu Yanzhi, the combat staff officer of your Security Department. If you don't believe me, go and ask!"

Fang Heiwu reached out and grabbed Huang Wanzhen's neck, forcing her to look him in the eye. "You stinky bitch! You're already in my hands, and you still dare to be so arrogant to me!"

"Pa—" Fang Heiwu slapped Huang Wanzhen in the face, "Today I will make you wish you were dead, but you can't live."

"Give her a promotion!"

"Yes!" A man in gray picked up a piece of mulberry paper, dipped it in water, took it out after a few seconds, and covered Huang Wanzhen's face with blood at the corner of her mouth.