"How did Grandpa become like this?" She wiped away her tears.
Meng Beiyan said, "Grandpa was watching the crops in the fields behind the old house when he slipped and fell, losing consciousness. The county hospital said they couldn't treat him, and by the time he got here, he was almost dead. Moreover, the best time for treatment was missed, so even if he wakes up, his quality of life won't be high..."
"Then what should we do?" she asked.
He was unusually calm. "Whatever you want. Do you want Grandpa to live or die?"
"Let fate decide. Now that the money has been delivered, you don't need to get involved in the rest."
Even so, on her way home, she kept staring at the photo of herself with her grandparents in the countryside, a photo that still hung on that dilapidated wall.
Through the rearview mirror, Meng Beiyan could clearly see her emotions. Unable to hold back any longer, he finally spoke up: "If you're sad, just cry. There's nothing shameful about crying in front of me..."
“I really didn’t mean to cry.” Her expression was calm. “It’s just a pity that my grandfather was so powerful when he was young, and the younger generation was afraid of him. Now, no one takes care of him. Some people may only show their faces when it comes to dividing the inheritance later.”
"Yes, that's how it will actually turn out."
A sigh drifted through the car, and the matter was put to rest.
When Ying Qian arrived at her residence, it was nearly 2 a.m. She paid special attention to the situation on the first floor and felt relieved to see that it was pitch black; he must be asleep.
When Meng Beiyan came up from the garage, he saw her still standing there under the streetlight. He narrowed his eyes, his emotions churning, and quickly walked over, naturally putting his arm around her and pulling her into the stairwell.
"Can we skip school tomorrow?" Meng Beiyan asked softly, pulling her into his clothes.
"Mmm," she replied softly, but no one wanted to know what she really thought.
The next day.
Ying Qian slept until lunchtime, then suddenly sat up and saw a note left by Meng Beiyan on the bedside table.
I'm going to work now. Don't eat instant noodles for lunch; I'll have someone bring you some. Get some rest, and I'll take you to school tomorrow afternoon.
She wished she never had to go to school.
Sure enough, a man in a suit came to deliver lunch at noon. When he saw Ying Qian, he shyly handed her the lunchbox, saying, "Um... Teacher Meng asked... to bring this to you..."
Ying Qian politely thanked him, understanding why Meng Beiyan had asked her to deliver the food. This intern, who even stuttered when speaking to people, definitely needed to work on her speaking skills before she could become a qualified lawyer.
However, she didn't want to communicate with this person too much, and it seemed that this person also wanted to finish the task as soon as possible.
Ying Qian didn't see Meng Beiyan until the afternoon of the next day. She saw the intern quite a few times, and each time he had that shy look that didn't belong to an adult male. She just responded politely each time. In this situation, it was better for her to avoid him. It was better for one person to be embarrassed than for two people to stare at each other without being able to say a word!
On her way to school, she hesitated many times and didn't ask about her grandfather's condition. She even thought of herself as a cold-blooded and heartless person.
Meng Beiyan seemed to have already figured it out, but he remained silent, waiting for Ying Qian to ask before he would speak.
In the end, she couldn't muster the courage.
When I arrived at the classroom, everyone had just finished their exams; some were happy, and some were sad.
Gu Xinan was sleeping alone on his desk. His deskmate was a lively girl in the class. She probably thought he was too pretentious lately, so she didn't talk to him much. Instead, she went to her old seat and chatted with Wen Zinan. The two of them were having a great time, which made Ying Qian too embarrassed to go back to her seat. She stood blankly at the classroom door.
"Oh! You're back?" Wen Zinan's face was full of excitement.
Ying Qian wore an awkward smile, but inside she was incredibly annoyed because all eyes were on her because of that shout. She was wearing a brown knit sweater, straight-leg jeans, and a low ponytail. She didn't have any unnecessary accessories, which made her look quite fresh and refined.
Of course, Gu Xinan also looked at her. In that instant, all his grand ambitions vanished. The impulse within him clamored for him to rush up and embrace her, to tell her, to tell everyone, his overwhelming love…
Watching her walk towards Wen Zinan with a smile, he clenched his fists, not even noticing that his deskmate had returned to his side.
His deskmate laughed and asked, "Why are you looking at Wen Zinan? Do you have a crush on him?"
Gu Xinan cursed inwardly: Idiot.
He then turned his head and lay down on the table to sleep, completely ignoring his stupid deskmate who only had eyes for Wen Zinan.
He thought that if Ying Qian came over now and asked to continue being his deskmate, he would reluctantly agree and then go to the homeroom teacher.
However, Ying Qian not only didn't come, but also got along very well with Wen Zinan.
Foolish woman!
He cursed him a thousand times in his heart.
*
Wen Zinan quickly became sworn brothers with Ying Qian, only to discover that she wasn't as composed as he had imagined, and was quite impulsive in her actions.
"By the way, Ying Qian, Chen Wenzhi seems to know you."
"..." She paused for a moment, "Is that so?"
“Yes, he also took the day off on Friday night. I ran into him in the washroom yesterday at noon. Ren Yi even asked him about you. That was the first time I saw a smile on Chen Wenzhi’s face. It was quite shocking, wasn’t it?” Wen Zinan said vividly.
Ying Qian suppressed a laugh, just about to tell him the truth.
But he replied, "Chen Wenzhi is definitely laughing at you!"
Ying Qian: Forget it, I won't say anything more. Even if I tell him, he won't believe me.
The evening study session after the exams on Sunday was used to watch movies. Most teachers were grading papers, leaving only one teacher on duty on each floor.
The first one was from Class 1. Their voices were alright, but...
She hesitated for a moment, then poked her head inside. "Um, class monitor, could you move a stool and sit in the back?"
Even if someone intervenes, people who need to speak will still speak.
For example, Wen Zinan is still sharing his insights on Chen Wenzhi with great interest.
In short, after all this, Ying Qian's brows did not relax.
In Wen Zinan's opinion, Chen Wenzhi was almost perfect, except for his personality, which was too aloof. He was obviously a scumbag, so in the end, he bluntly said: "He clearly has a girlfriend, yet he talks about you with his friends. This behavior is so unmanly! Besides, he wears glasses, and I've never seen him without them. Ying Qian, listen to me, stop pursuing him and find someone else."
What he said made so much sense that Ying Qian really wanted to find someone else...
She felt she needed to explain why Chen Wenzhi rarely took off her glasses.
"Is it possible that Chen Wenzhi is highly myopic, around 700 degrees, which is why he can't see when he takes off his glasses?"
Wen Zinan: "That's right, as expected of you! The top student in the grade is indeed the top student in the grade."
Ying Qian smiled without saying a word. How did someone like this get a perfect score in math?
The enjoyable moments of watching a movie are always interrupted.
"Two people from your class, go to the office on the first floor to count the exam papers."
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