"Why should I be angry?" Le Yao reached out and hugged Nangong Jue's waist. "What you did was great, husband. I'm actually proud of you. But remember, you still owe me a wedding and a lifetime together. So, your safety is the most important thing at all times. If anything happens to you, I will remarry immediately. I mean what I say."
That night, Nangong Jue didn't even care about Le Yao's strength or her pleas for mercy. He fought until dawn, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones. Only when Le Yao fell into a deep sleep did he let her go.
When Le Yao woke up, she found that the bedside was empty and cold, obviously the person had left long ago. There was a note on the bedside table, handwritten by Nangong Jue, telling her that he had left, to take care of herself, and that he would call her when he had time. He also said that he had asked for a day off for her.
"That's quite thoughtful." Le Yao folded the note and put it in the drawer under the bedside table, then closed her eyes and went back to sleep, feeling sore all over that she really couldn't get up.
I slept until the afternoon before groggily getting up.
"Are you hungry? I'll go get your food." Aunt Bai looked at Le Yao with a smile.
Le Yao froze, feeling the way Aunt Bai was looking at her... She couldn't help but touch her stomach, deciding to just pretend she hadn't seen anything.
The next day, when Le Yao arrived at the school, the first news she received was that Su Yuan from the medical school had been criminally detained, and the school's expulsion notice had been posted on the school's bulletin board, as well as on the school's forum and official Weibo account.
Song Qiaoqiao stood in front of the bulletin board for a long time, her feelings extremely complicated. She actually felt quite guilty, always thinking that if she had been more low-key and accommodating to Su Yuan when she was in contact with him, would he not have gone astray?
"Don't be sad." Wang Xia patted Song Qiaoqiao on the shoulder. "This is his own choice, so he has to bear the consequences himself."
“I know,” Song Qiaoqiao nodded, “but… do you really think it’s worth selling your soul for money?”
"I don't know." Qian Meiqi shook her head. "Although my words might be a bit provocative, I've never lacked money since I was a child, so I really don't know."
“I don’t know either.” Wang Xia shook her head. “Although my family isn’t as wealthy as the Qian family, we’ve never lacked anything.”
Song Qiaoqiao sighed: "I've never lacked anything."
“But I think it has nothing to do with whether you’re short of money or not. Like Sister Lan said, people with a strong moral compass would never do that. Take this year’s top scorer in the national college entrance examination, for example. He supported himself and his sister by collecting scraps. People donated more than 700,000 yuan, but he donated it all to other people who needed it more…” Wang Xia shrugged. “And… well, let’s not talk about people we don’t know. Just look at one of our own. Hong Xia, a top student, doesn’t have money, but she does everything openly and honestly. She’s never humble or arrogant in front of rich people like us.”
Song Qiaoqiao nodded hurriedly.
Wang Xia suddenly lowered her voice: "Oh right, I have something else to tell you. I used to go to the foundation to help out every day, right? There was a man who drove a luxury car who told our top student that if she had a meal with him, he would give her a villa."
"Really?" Song Qiaoqiao asked curiously.
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