Song Qi'an was no pushover; before Zhao Zongyue could even put up a fight, he had already swatted him away.
Chen Zongyue was truly humiliated to have a grown man so easily swatted away.
"Song Qi'an, this is between me and Zhou Sui, please move aside."
Considering that Song Yuan was his mother's direct superior, Chen Zongyue restrained his words.
Song Qi'an raised an eyelid and said, "They already said they have nothing to do with you, how can you still have the nerve to say that?"
Zhou Sui didn't want Song Qi'an involved; it was just a small matter that she could handle herself.
"Song Qi'an, you should go back now. We'll handle this ourselves."
Song Qi'an naturally refused to leave and gave her a reassuring look.
Seeing the exchange of glances between the two, Chen Zongyue seemed to understand something.
He pointed at Zhou Sui and Song Qi'an in shock, "You, you..."
"You Zhou Sui, I knew it! So that's why your attitude towards me changed so drastically."
"I was even thinking of finding you a job, but it turns out you've found someone better."
"Do you know his dad is a manager? You're so eager to curry favor with him, trying to leave me far behind."
The more Chen Zongyue thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and the only way to explain everything was going on.
If it were anyone else, Chen Zongyue would have some reason to be proud, but this person was Song Qi'an.
You're shameless!
No sooner had she finished speaking than Zhou Sui slapped Chen Zongyue across the face.
"You dare hit me?" Chen Zongyue looked at Zhou Sui in disbelief.
"Why wouldn't I dare? Take another hit from me, and I'll slap your mouth until it's rotten!"
Zhou Sui raised her hand, her eyes fierce. She was ready to hit Chen Zongyue if he dared to say anything.
Chen Zongyue felt deeply humiliated. "Don't think I'm not a woman."
As he spoke, he actually reached out to Zhou Sui, but before he could touch her, he was already out of reach.
Song Qi'an grabbed Chen Zongyue's arm, twisted it backward, and kicked him in the back of the knee, forcing Chen Zongyue to fall to the ground.
The throbbing pain in his shoulder made him gasp, and he heard Song Qi'an's cold voice in his ear.
"If you can't control this hand, I'll take it off."
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." Chen Zongyue's tongue moved as he uttered indistinct words.
Song Qi'an knew his limits. Just as Chen Zongyue was about to collapse, he loosened his grip, and Chen Zongyue fell completely to the ground.
Chen Zongyue, looking pathetic, covered his arm and his eyes welled up with tears.
"I'm calling the police and accusing you of assault."
“Perfect timing, I’m going to call the police and report you for indecent assault.” Zhou Sui looked at him defiantly. With Chen Zongyue’s pride, how could he possibly call the police?
"You!" Chen Zongyue glared at the sharp-tongued person in front of him.
"Get out of here." Zhou Sui clenched her fist. "Otherwise, you'll get to taste what my fist feels like."
Despite his immense resentment, Chen Zongyue knew he wouldn't gain anything.
He glared at Zhou Sui fiercely before dragging his aching backside and clutching his numb arm as he left.
As the talented people left, Zhou Sui overheard Song Qi'an say, "You have terrible taste; you like this kind of person."
It sounds a bit like mockery.
Zhou Sui twitched the corner of her mouth. "I don't like him."
"You really don't like it?" Song Qi'an lowered his eyes and looked at Zhou Sui.
For some reason, Zhou Sui felt uneasy all over.
This feeling of unease stemmed from Song Qi'an suddenly lowering his voice.
His voice was already very pleasant, but when he suddenly lowered it, Zhou Sui felt that his voice kept echoing in her mind, seriously disturbing her thoughts.
"Of course it's true." To get the voice out of her head, Zhou Sui unconsciously raised her voice.
“I just said such hurtful things and even slapped him. Who would do such a thing to someone they like?”
After she finished speaking, Zhou Sui belatedly realized, "Wait, why did I have to explain all this to Song Qi'an?"
What does this have to do with Song Qi'an?
"That makes sense." Song Qi'an was quite satisfied with Zhou Sui's statement and even nodded.
"Don't open the door when you're alone at home; it's not safe."
Although he sees Chen Zongyue as a mere brat, Zhou Sui will still suffer when she encounters him.
Zhou Sui was in a state of confusion at the moment, and said, "I understand."
"Thank you for helping me again."
It's unclear what kind of ill-fated connection it was, but every time the two met, Song Qi'an had to help her three out of five times.
Although I didn't have to help this time, since they did, I have to say thank you.
Zhou Sui thought to herself that she must stay away from Song Qi'an in the future and never ask him for help again.
Song Qi'an had no idea what she was thinking. Instead, he considerately let Zhou Sui into the house and only left after the courtyard gate was closed.
On the other side, Chen Zongyue, who was physically and mentally traumatized, walked slowly along the country road.
He came by bicycle, which he locked in front of an old man's house at the entrance of the village.
There was still some distance from the Zhou family's house to the village entrance. He wanted to get there quickly, but if he took big steps, his buttocks would hurt, so he could only walk in small steps.
As I was walking, I bumped into someone. "Chen? Chen Zongyue?"
Zhao Xiaoqing thought the person looked familiar from afar, but she wasn't sure until she got closer before she dared to call out to them.
"What happened to you?" You were covered in dust, half your face was red, and you were hunched over.
Zhao Xiaoqing had never seen Chen Zongyue since graduation. In her memory, Chen Zongyue always wore clean and tidy clothes.
She exudes a charm from the inside out, and a faint smile often graces her lips.
Chen Zongyue, standing before her, looked as if he had been struck by frost, appearing quite disheveled.
Chen Zongyue never expected to run into his classmate here; he was so embarrassed by his appearance.
So, in response to Zhao Xiaoqing's concern, he said rather irritably.
"I tripped and fell."
It's understandable that there's dirt on your clothes from falling, but what about your bright red face? How could you fall and end up like that?
If it were the old Zhao Xiaoqing, she might have asked a few more questions out of concern, but since she started working, she has learned some social etiquette, and Chen Zongyue's words clearly indicated that he didn't want to talk about it.
She didn't press further, but instead said, "My home is nearby. Would you like to come to my place to dry your clothes and wash your face?"
Fearing he might run into acquaintances along the way and see him in such a disheveled state, Chen Zongyue nodded, "Alright."
His tone was flat, unlike Zhao Xiaoqing's enthusiasm.
But Zhao Xiaoqing didn't care and led Chen Zongyue home.
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