Chapter 89 The Scholar
A stack of photos was thrown from the car by Leng Qiyi onto Zhong Fei's face.
The photo that hit Zhong Fei's face cut her cheek sharply, drawing blood.
Zhong Fei recognized the photos and hurriedly squatted down to pick them up.
Each of these photos was taken from an angle she secretly followed and photographed from, following Fang Qizhou and Zhu Fan.
In the photo, she looked like a rat in a sewer. Her eyes, like a thief's, were secretly watching Fang Qizhou's every move.
Zhong Fei squatted on the ground, her fingertips gripping the photo so tightly they turned white.
Her father was not a well-known professor in academia, but just an ordinary elementary school math teacher. Her mother was not a PhD in psychology, but just a senior ear-cleaning technician at an ear-cleaning shop in an affluent area.
In her early years, because of her profession as an ear-cleaning technician and the high salary she brought home, her father misunderstood her and thought she was selling herself.
From as far back as she can remember, her father and mother were always arguing.
But the mother didn't work, and the father's meager salary was simply not enough to support the family's expenses.
The father is incompetent; all he does is rage.
Until one day, her mother asked her if she would like to go abroad with her.
Zhong Fei understood then that her mother was leaving the family.
Later, she learned that her mother had hooked up with a wealthy man while working, thanks to her good looks and figure.
She met a wealthy man, and he liked her very much.
Her mother had originally planned to take her with her, but later changed her mind.
Once he left, he never came back.
She is now being kept by a wealthy man in Singapore.
Leng Qiyi's fingertips touched the car window. "You're the first one who dared to betray me."
"Over the past three years, I've spent eight million on you, including interest."
"If I don't see the money transferred to my account in three days, the video of you being recorded abroad will be uploaded online."
"A violin prodigy—"
Leng Qiyi said sarcastically, "He just has some mediocre musical talent."
Zhong Fei met Leng Qiyi's cold and merciless gaze, her knees buckling on the ground, trembling all over, "No...please don't..."
That video is a stain she can never wash away in her lifetime.
Even if she voluntarily allowed herself to be photographed.
She swallowed the nausea in her throat and gripped Leng Qiyi's car door tightly. "I was wrong... Madam, I know I was wrong."
"I am your dog, I will do whatever you ask."
The woman lay sprawled on the ground, her exquisite makeup ruined by tears and fear.
Leng Qiyi curled her red lips, "If you have thoughts of betrayal, you must bear the consequences of betrayal."
This amount of money was a small sum for Leng Qiyi, but a huge sum for Zhong Fei.
Leng Qiyi knew that Zhong Fei wouldn't be able to raise that much money in a short time.
This was her warning and lesson to her.
Zhong Fei used all her money to invest in the newly opened milk tea shop.
He even borrowed a lot of money from his friends.
Zhong Fei raised three fingers and swore, "Madam, please keep me; I'll be useful to you."
"My milk tea shop at Peking University allows me to get close to the young master, and I will report to you in detail about his daily schedule."
Leng Qiyi cares most about her son.
What Zhong Fei said was not enough.
Leng Qiyi glanced at her manicured nails without much emotion.
My nails have grown a bit long; it's time to get them done.
Zhong Fei smiled ingratiatingly and got up from the ground. "I have a way to get the young master home."
Leng Qiyi slowly turned her face. "If you can successfully get him home, you can pay back the eight million slowly. Since you're so afraid that the video you so eagerly recorded will be leaked, then always remember your identity."
"If a dog that has been fed well tries to bite its owner for the first time, the owner will remember the dog's good qualities and show mercy."
Leng Qiyi took out her lipstick to touch up her color, her face all smiles, but her voice was cold and deep: "If there's a second time, you know what will happen."
After the black Maybach drove away, the fawning and fear on Zhong Fei's face disappeared.
Darkness welled up in his eyes.
Anything that a person cares about can become their weakness and a handle to exploit.
Since Leng Qiyi had leverage over her, she could also use her methods to prevent Leng Qiyi from releasing that video.
Fang Qibai is a very good candidate.
Zhong Fei's upturned lips froze when she saw Zhu Fan's figure.
She dug her fingertips into her flesh.
Zhong Fei didn't know how long Zhu Fan had been standing there, nor was she sure if Zhu Fan had seen or heard her conversation with Leng Qiyi.
Zhu Fan frowned as he met Zhong Fei's cold gaze from a distance.
She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination.
Zhong Fei's gaze was gloomy and cold, as if she wanted to tear her apart.
When she arrived, she heard Zhong Fei's voice and noticed that the people in the luxury car seemed to be pressing Zhong Fei for a debt. She had no intention of intruding on or prying into other people's privacy, so she didn't go any further.
The teaching building is located on Xiangzhang Road.
Zhong Fei called out to Zhu Fan, who was passing by, and pointed with a smile to the coffee she was carrying, "Do you really like their drinks?"
It was as if, just a minute ago, Zhong Fei's coldness and tearing gaze were her illusion.
Zhu Fan suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, remaining neither familiar nor cold, and said, "I usually drink a lot of coffee."
Zhong Fei looked at Zhu Fan, who was aloof and languid, with delicate features, translucent skin, and a radiant glow, and smiled, "Shan Yu will also be launching coffee drinks this week. When you and your boyfriend come to the store, I'll give you a friend's price."
You can't hit someone who's smiling, so she thanked Zhong Fei.
Zhong Fei asked curiously, her dark eyes gentle and calm, "Why didn't I see your boyfriend accompany you to class today? You prefer coffee, what does your boyfriend like to drink?"
Zhong Fei's familiarity with Zhu Fan and her constant mention of her boyfriend caused the strange feeling that Zhu Fan had suppressed to resurface.
Zhu Fan pointed to the teaching building, "It's time for class, I'll go in first."
Zhong Fei smiled and said, "Go to class first, we'll talk again next time."
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In the classroom, Yi Jia saw Zhu Fan enter and raised his arm towards her.
Zhu Fan sat down next to Yi Jia and handed her the coffee.
Yi Jia looked up from the newly started game on the screen and said, "Fanfan, I love you so much!"
Zhu Fan helped her insert the straw.
Yi Jia chatted with her while playing the game: "Why are you up so late?"
When Zhu Fan mentioned that she ran into Zhong Fei in the teaching building and chatted for a bit, she stopped playing her game.
Yi Jia wondered if it was because he disliked Wang Aohan that he also harbored prejudice against Zhong Fei.
She rested her chin on her hand and lazily looked Zhu Fan up and down: "You two better not wear the same outfit again today."
Yi Jia had a reason for saying that. Starting last Tuesday, Zhu Fan and Zhong Fei had been wearing the same clothes frequently.
On Saturday and Sunday, Yi Jia was not at school and did not see Zhong Fei, so she was unsure if they were wearing the same clothes.
Yi Jia: "If we wear the same outfit again today, she'll really be a copycat."
Last Friday, she told Zhu Fan that Zhong Fei was copying her style of dressing, and Zhu Fan casually said it was a coincidence.
Zhu Fan thought of Zhong Fei, whom she had seen outside the teaching building, and thought, "We didn't wear the same clothes today."
Yi Jia sipped his iced coffee. "Maybe I'm overthinking it."
Zhu Fan dresses casually and relaxed every day, prioritizing warmth and comfort.
Yi Jia sighed.
With that face and that aura, she'd look good even in tattered rags.
With some time before class, Yi Jia switched from the game interface to the campus singer competition registration link posted on the school's official website last Thursday.
Today is the last day to register.
She was confident in herself, but she wanted to bring Zhu Fan along.
Zhu Fan's life is simple, with only two focuses: studying and her boyfriend.
Last week, when Yi Jia sent her the link to the campus singing competition.
Zhu Fan wasn't very interested.
Yi Jia looked at Zhu Fan's profile as she focused on replying to messages on her phone, and suddenly a brilliant idea struck her—she knew how to "trick" her into accompanying her to the competition.
“Afan, let’s play a game.” Yi Jia took out a coin and said with a smile, “The rules are simple: heads, you win; tails, I win. If I win, you promise me one thing; if you win, I’ll bring you coffee for a month, how about it?”
"No refusing allowed."
Zhu Fan was amused by her serious demeanor, reached out for the coin, and added a condition: "No illegal or unethical things."
"Oh, what do you think I am!" Yi Jia pouted. "If I win, all I need you to do for me is a very, very small thing."
Zhu Fan pinched the coin and flicked it with his thumb—
The silver coin spun rapidly on the table, drawing the attention of both of them.
Yi Jia held his breath, staring intently without blinking.
May God bless her.
The coin's rotation gradually slowed down and eventually stopped.
"Haha! Even God is on my side!" Yi Jia couldn't stop smiling as he looked at the result.
Zhu Fan asked Yi Jia, "What is that very, very small thing you need me to do for you?"
Yi Jia hugged Zhu Fan's arm, "Come with me to the campus singing competition! I'll handle the auditions and semi-finals myself, but we can bring in help for the finals. You just need to come on stage with me for a duet on the day of the finals!"
Looking into Yi Jia's bright eyes and expectant gaze, Zhu Fan couldn't bring himself to refuse.
"Please follow the rules of the game."
Zhu Fan nodded.
Yi Jia happily hugged her and rubbed against her for a while.
"Afan, you're the best!"
Zhu Fan smiled and pushed her away, "Alright, the class bell has rung."
Yi Jia was satisfied and stopped disturbing Zhu Fan's lecture. He put on his headphones and started playing games.
She got a little tired after playing the game for a while, so she switched to the other phone screen and started browsing the campus forum.
Suddenly, her fingers paused, as if she had discovered something, and she immediately shoved the phone onto the book that Zhu Fan was reading.
"See! I told you Zhong Fei was a master of copying others. You said it was just a coincidence before. But there are no coincidences!"
Zhu Fan paused as she was about to put her phone away, but then looked at the screen and paused.
Zhong Fei's current outfit is the same style as the clothes she's wearing. Even the hair clip on her head is exactly the same.
Before she went up to the teaching building, Zhong Fei wasn't wearing this outfit.
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