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The homeroom teacher walked up to Ye Wenyu, handed her a glass of ice water, and advised her, "I've heard about what happened to your family. Nobody wants this kind of accident to happen, but Ye Wenyu, I think your mother, if she knew in the afterlife, would also want you to be doing well, right? So you have to cheer up, okay?" Her tone was earnest and heartfelt.
Ye Wenyu's eyes began to redden. She nodded, and tears fell like broken beads.
The homeroom teacher said to her, "Your family situation is a bit complicated. Besides your mother, do you have your father's phone number? I've asked several people, but I haven't been able to get it."
Her father? Ye Wenyu shook her head. She hadn't even informed her father about her mother's funeral. He had remarried, had a wife and children, and probably still held a grudge against her because he had borrowed money from her several times and had been humiliated by her. Therefore, her father was practically nonexistent, and it was best not to mention him.
The daughter doesn't even have her father's phone number? This shows the family situation is very complicated. This student's background is truly pitiful! The homeroom teacher had no choice but to back down and asked, "Do you have any other relatives or friends? Let them come and visit you often and keep you company. I believe that will help you."
Ye Wenyu felt a surge of warmth in her heart. She tried to cheer herself up, stood up, and smiled at her homeroom teacher, saying, "Thank you, Teacher Liu. I know you're right. I promise you, I'll cheer up as soon as possible. I don't plan to take the postgraduate entrance exam, so I'll find a company to intern at."
Hearing Ye Wenyu say this, the homeroom teacher finally breathed a sigh of relief, a huge weight lifted from his chest. He said with satisfaction, "Yes, that's the right way to think!"
But Ye Wenyu felt lost and tired. She wanted to cheer up, but she lacked the motivation.
My whole body felt limp, like cotton, and I couldn't muster any strength.
Because she had no relatives left in the world, she didn't know who she was trying to impress by putting on a brave face.
It's like a person adrift on the sea, surrounded by dark, cold water.
The homeroom teacher smiled slightly and said gently to her, "Okay, that's all I wanted to say. As long as you're sensible, that's good. If there's nothing else, go back now."
Ye Wenyu nodded like a puppet, then turned and walked out of the homeroom teacher's office.
She was like a scarecrow without a soul.
Stepping outside, the September sun beat down mercilessly on her head, making it hard for her to open her eyes. Her skin soon began to burn. In the past, she would have definitely carried a UV-protective umbrella, but now, she seemed indifferent to everything. Thus, she walked slowly and numbly under the scorching sun, as if the sun were melting her, and she wouldn't care.
Just then, her phone rang. She slowly picked it up, glanced at it, and saw that it was Jiang Zhiming calling.
Jiang Zhiming? Lin Tingyue's boyfriend. She had almost forgotten about him. Why was he calling her?
A question mark arose in my mind.
Ye Wenyu slowly answered the phone and softly said hello.
Jiang Zhiming's voice came through quickly, "I'm outside your girls' dormitory, come over." He hung up the phone as if afraid she would refuse.
This was the third time he had taken the initiative to come to her.
Ye Wenyu was curious. Since she didn't have any classes today, and as a senior, the school arranged very few classes, she originally planned to go back to the girls' dormitory after leaving her class teacher's office. So she walked towards the dormitory, knowing that Jiang Zhiming was waiting for her there, but she still walked slowly, like a snail, because she had no motivation to speed up.
As Ye Wenyu walked towards the girls' dormitory, she spotted a silver-gray Lexus in the distance, with Jiang Zhiming standing beside it. Tall and handsome, he looked like a male celebrity advertising a car. Passing female students blushed and secretly glanced at him.
She slowly walked to his side.
When Jiang Zhiming saw Ye Wenyu, he was shocked. In less than half a month, she had lost so much weight, looking like a paper doll, especially around her neck, which was as thin as a clothes hanger. He couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.
Ye Wenyu glanced at Jiang Zhiming and asked him softly, "Hello, is there something you need from me?"
Jiang Zhiming was stunned for a moment before he could control his emotions and look away from Ye Wenyu. But even without looking at her, her large, clear eyes, like the black seeds on a pear, kept lingering in his mind and wouldn't go away.
Last time, when he learned that her mother had an accident, he was the only one by her side. He drove her home and helped her with her mother's funeral arrangements.
Later, because they were not related by blood, he was not invited to his mother's funeral, and he felt embarrassed to go, even though he always thought about her.
Later, as if bewitched, he dreamed every night that whether his eyes were open or closed, he could see Ye Wenyu's big, expressive eyes, and she was weakly supported by him, facing the shock and fear of her mother's tragic death by jumping off a building.
His heart felt as if it were tied to a thread, the other end of which was attached to Ye Wenyu. He wanted to know how she was doing lately, whether she had endured the pain of losing her mother, and whether she had pulled herself together. Her mother was gone; could she still stay in her stepfather's family? Even if she wanted to, how could she possibly stay?
He learned from Lin Tingyue that Ye Wenyu's parents divorced when she was young, her father ignored her, and her mother was her only relative. Now that she has lost her only caregiver, he wondered if she could bear it.
His mother had suffered from a terminal illness, and he had experienced the pain of loss firsthand, so he deeply empathized with her. Ye Wenyu was in even greater pain than him, because his mother was still alive and surviving on medication, while she had lost her forever.
For the entire month of August, Jiang Zhiming was constantly thinking about her, his heart heavy with longing. It was as if a thread was tied to his heart, with one end of the thread in her hand.
Sometimes, when reason returned, he repeatedly warned himself not to overthink things! Ye Wenyu was someone unrelated to him. He now had a fiancée, the wealthy heiress of the Lin Group. His current wonderful life was all because he had found a rich fiancée. Because of her, he could avoid fifty years of hard work.
He must learn to cherish the hard-won happiness before him.
However, when he woke up in the middle of the night, his emotions were like a lion released from its cage, beyond his control. His longing and yearning for Ye Wenyu were like a flood, engulfing him.
Sometimes, in his office, Jiang Zhiming would analyze his changing feelings as carefully as a stranger. Why was he so obsessed with her? Was it because she was beautiful? No, there are many beautiful girls in the world. Lin Tingyue's looks are comparable to Ye Wenyu's, and in fact, because his fiancée dresses well and wears top-tier luxury brands, she might even be considered more beautiful by outsiders.
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