Chapter 65 Unworthy of this treatment

"worth!"

Chen Jingyang's hand trembled.

Zhang Pengfei's voice came through the earphone clearly: "It's worth doing anything for him. Although I don't know what this feeling is, I can't live without him anymore. Even if he wants my life, I will give it to him without hesitation!"

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. Chen Jingyang sat blankly in the car, his brain seemingly frozen. He could no longer hear what the two were saying, and his eyes inexplicably felt swollen and sore.

He hadn't expected Zhang Pengfei to say such a thing.

And he said it so frankly, completely eliminating any possibility for him to doubt whether it was true or false!

The smart ring was quiet, and no more current surged out. Zhang Pengfei couldn't help but close his eyes and let out a soft sigh of relief.

Looking at Cai Minmin, he couldn't help but think that if he had met Cai Minmin instead of Chen Jingyang first, perhaps his life would have been different.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in life.

Chen Jingyang's voice came through, indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger: "I'll give you one minute to get back here!"

Zhang Pengfei immediately stood up and bowed to Cai Minmin: "Senior, that's all I have to say. Thank you so much for your efforts over the past 20 days. Whatever you did to me, I deserve it. Please don't hold back!"

He left as soon as he finished speaking, his resolve firm and resolute.

Cai Minmin stirred her coffee slowly and deliberately, never once looking up at Zhang Pengfei.

Chen Jingyang didn't open the car door, but only the car window.

The Cullinan stopped right under a street lamp, the light so bright it illuminated Zhang Pengfei's face clearly. Chen Jingyang glanced at his lips and said, "Hand."

Zhang Pengfei was slightly taken aback, but immediately understood what he meant. He spread his five fingers and showed them to him.

The palm was clean and white, without any marks from being pinched by fingernails.

"Remember to send me that dictation when you get back, now get lost!"

Zhang Pengfei was stunned again, his heart clenching once more: "Get...get to where?"

Chen Jingyang scoffed: "What, do you have a lot of places to go?"

No!

A surge of joy instantly welled up in Zhang Pengfei's heart: "Yes! Yes!"

He turned and left.

"return!"

Zhang Pengfei paused, his heart pounding, and went back to look at Chen Jingyang with trepidation.

Chen Jingyang glanced at him casually: "Have you forgotten something?"

What have you forgotten?

Ah! That's right, he forgot to thank her!

"Thank you, thank you."

Chen Jingyang stepped on the gas, and the Cullinan roared in a deep voice: "Let me teach you another piece of common sense: you can't move until you've seen me off, not the other way around!"

Zhang Pengfei pursed his lips and lowered his head: "Yes."

The car window slowly rolled up, and the Cullinan, like a galloping horse, swiftly entered the traffic.

Zhang Pengfei didn't move until he could no longer see the Cullinan's taillights. For some reason, he felt empty inside, and tears started welling up in his eyes again.

He shook his head violently and first called Hua Hua's homeroom teacher. The teacher told him that Hua Hua was picked up by a girl who claimed to be her tutor as soon as school was over.

He quickly called his tutor and learned that they had just finished eating out and were on their way home, so he quickly took a taxi home.

He didn't have time to think about why the tutor would pick up Huahua.

"Hua Hua!" Zhang Pengfei pushed open the door and saw Hua Hua sitting on the sofa watching TV. He ran two steps, hugged her tightly, and tears streamed down his face.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Zhang Pengfei was so strong that she was having trouble breathing.

"It's okay, let your brother hug you." Zhang Pengfei buried his head in his sister's shoulder, and tears quickly soaked Huahua's autumn clothes.

Those tears contained shame, worry, fear, confusion, and resentment...

Seven-year-old Huahua's shoulders were still very weak and could not bear those heavy and complicated emotions, but at this moment she became the only place Zhang Pengfei could rely on.

"Brother, have you eaten? I brought you a small cake."

Zhang Pengfei sniffled, wiped away a couple of tears, let go of his tears, and took a few tissues to clean his face. Only then did he notice a small cake on the coffee table.

He hadn't eaten, but he wasn't hungry.

"Why did you bring me back a small cake?"

Hua Hua exclaimed excitedly, "Because it's your birthday today! Did you forget, brother?!"

Zhang Pengfei paused for a moment, then realized, yes, today is December 30th, his birthday.

Today, he turns 21, but he has no expectations for himself at 21.

"Brother, when is Brother Jingyang coming back?"

Zhang Pengfei's tears, which he had just stopped, started to well up again.

Chen Jingyang... he probably won't come back again.

This is nothing but a doghouse; how could it be worthy of its owner condescending to live here?

"Huahua, Brother Jingyang has something to do and won't be staying here anymore. From today onwards, it will just be the two of us living here."

Hua Hua was a little disappointed: "What's wrong with him?"

Zhang Pengfei's voice was a little hoarse: "I'm not really sure either. Brother Jingyang is just our friend, not family, so we have no right to ask him what he does."

"Oh, okay then."

"Let's put the small cake in the fridge and eat it tomorrow. How about we go to sleep tonight?"

Hua Hua nodded and obediently went to wash up and go to bed.

After Hua Hua fell asleep, Zhang Pengfei went into the bathroom, took off his clothes, and stood in front of the mirror to examine himself.

The silver-white smart ring was quite eye-catching; it was his mark as a dog. Above his knees on both legs were purple and blue marks from his fingernails.

He knew Chen Jingyang would examine his hands, so he left all the marks of torture on his legs.

After taking a shower, he hunched over the table and wrote the 100 times he was punished by copying the text, then took a picture and sent it to Chen Jingyang.

Chen Jingyang didn't say anything, but quickly sent him a Word document with a sentence added: "Write by hand too."

He opened it, and it was the diary template we'd mentioned earlier.

Lying in bed with the lights off, Zhang Pengfei couldn't fall asleep because the smart ring was so prominent. He kept his eyes open until dawn.

He used to complain that Chen Jingyang squeezed him, pressed down on him, and made it hard for him to sleep.

Now that Chen Jingyang is gone, he is left alone on the huge bed, and he can't fall asleep.

Zhang Pengfei couldn't help but laugh at himself: Chen Jingyang's assessment of him was quite accurate; he really was a despicable dog!

At 6 a.m. sharp, the cook came in right on time. Zhang Pengfei felt it was inappropriate; his stomach had basically recovered and he didn't need anyone to take care of him like this.

It was one thing for him to benefit from Chen Jingyang's influence while Chen was still alive, but there's no reason for him to continue enjoying himself after Chen Jingyang's passing.

He's just a dog, he doesn't deserve this treatment.

Now that the sugar coating on the shell has been torn off, he has no reason to continue to deceive himself.