A karmic bond born from a karmic debt
A few days later, Chu Sinian stepped into the gates of the Computer Science Department again with the wrapped envelope.
He glanced at his watch; it was exactly three in the afternoon, but the sky had completely darkened, with thick, dark clouds pressing down on a large part of the sky, forcefully blocking out the sunlight.
Chu Sinian walked forward with the flow of people, his steps light and steady. The cypress trees on both sides of the road trembled in the strong wind, and his shirt also shook wildly under the weight.
He has always hated rainy days and the sticky feeling that clings to his body.
It seems I need to get to the classroom before it rains.
Chu Sinian quickened his pace and soon arrived at his destination.
The huge classroom remained empty and eerily quiet. The curtains fluttered wildly, and the large glass windows rattled in the wind.
Chu Sinian walked in and went to the middle seat in the second row, just like last time. The noise was even louder here, and the curtain flew up and barely brushed past his eyes.
He lowered his head and slipped a letter onto the stage, his soft hair falling down to cover his eyelids.
The wind from the riot whipped his clothes into a flutter. Chu Sinian straightened his clothes and looked up to see game theory written in bold strokes on the large blackboard.
Since he studied astronomy, he inevitably had to learn about various science disciplines. The algorithms on the blackboard were complex and varied, and he could only understand them superficially.
Chu Sinian walked up to the chalk without realizing it, picked up a piece of chalk and started writing and calculating. But a few seconds later, he put the chalk down and wiped away the marks he had left with a palm.
Didn't you come to deliver a message? Why are you solving math problems?
The classroom, unlit, grew increasingly gloomy, and cold air began to pour in.
He clapped his hands clean, pulled his coat tighter, and lifted his leg to leave.
"Chu Sinian".
He stopped, his spine and limbs instantly stiffening.
The sudden sound was slow and cold, just like the rainy days he hated.
He tried to move, but his footsteps, which went unnoticed, were precisely caught by his ears, rendering him unable to move.
The other party slowly approached, as if using the sound of their footsteps to inflict punishment on heaven and earth.
Even though he was not close by, Chu Sinian could feel his breath, and his entire back burned.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Chu Sinian turned around and was met with those same pair of eyes, as ruthless as thunder and rain.
Chen Chi was looking down at him, his dark pupils like mountains under the night sky, solemn and cold.
Memories flowed like a stream before his eyes. Chu Sinian stepped back as he reminisced, and said with a slight smile, "Long time no see."
Chen Chi watched the other person retreat expressionlessly. "What are you doing delivering a letter?"
Chu Sinian raised his hand and touched the end of his eyebrow. "Something's up."
Chen Chi took half a step forward. "Why not deliver the letter in person?"
Chu Si stepped back a few paces and sat on the stage. "Are we in a relationship where we can exchange letters face-to-face? You think we're exchanging love letters?" he joked, his eyes sparkling like water washing over steel.
Chen Chi didn't speak, his gaze fixed on her so intense it sent shivers down one's spine.
He went to get the letter and threw it away.
The letter, propelled by the wind and force, reached Chu Sinian, but he didn't catch it.
The stiff envelope left a bloody scratch on the back of his hand.
Glistening, like dewdrops, they fell from the back of her hand, making her pale, ashen skin appear even more stark.
Chen Chi raised an eyebrow slightly. "What do you want to do?"
Chu Sinian seemed oblivious, his smile deepening. "It's been a long time. Can't we catch up?"
Suddenly, bolts of lightning struck, and the long-suppressed sky finally began to rain down, accompanied by chaotic winds that pounded against the windows, producing sounds that touched the heart.
"The past is long gone. Do you want to repeat it now?" Chen Chi's cold voice came with the storm, blurring the boundaries between right and wrong.
When Chu Sinian came to his senses, Chen Chi had already left. Was he not going to class?
Chu Sinian looked at the letter floating on the ground, squatted down to pick it up, put it in his pocket, and walked out of the classroom with his umbrella.
There was no one in the corridor, only a cool breeze blowing through.
If we walk now, we'll only get soaked in the rain. Chen Chi shouldn't be so stupid as to avoid him even if he gets completely drenched.
Chu Sinian walked towards the door and bumped into the students who were taking shelter from the rain. In the noisy crowd, the world seemed to be shunned by him. He stood still in the hall and locked his gaze on the tall figure at the door.
Chu Sinian walked over, made no extra movements, tossed the letter to him, opened his umbrella, and left.
The hard texture in his hand made Chen Chi frown.
He looked up and saw the body in front of him gradually revealing its originally thin appearance. The rain and fog made his vision increasingly blurry until it was completely swallowed by the rain. Only then did he lower his head to look at the letter in his hand.
He opened the letter; the handwriting was as beautiful as ever, but the content was different: Zhao Jiechao will have someone ambush you next Tuesday; good luck to you.
Chen Chi stared at it for a long time, each word seemingly etched into his mind.
He walked out of the teaching building, where the wind and rain were howling even more fiercely. It wasn't just the grass and trees that were being ravaged by the storm, but also the letters that had fallen to the roadside, soaked and almost torn to shreds.
——
When Chu Sinian returned to the apartment, he felt a chill all over his body. The cold air made the apartment, which was usually at a comfortable temperature, shiver.
He rushed into the bathroom, the rising steam filling the entire room from the bathtub.
Chu Sinian smoothed his hair, revealing a pair of wet eyes. His usual smiling expression was gone, replaced by coldness and a chilling stillness.
His hand, resting on the edge of the bathtub, throbbed with a dull ache, a persistent pain that served as a constant reminder of their ill-timed reunion.
He had a premonition that they would meet someday, but he never expected that day to come so early, so early that it coincided with the weather he hated most.
Chu Sinian was thinking about what he had said, and in his daze, he forgot what he had said, only remembering his last sentence, "Let's call it even."
It seems like a long time ago that everything was wiped clean.
Chu Sinian felt dizzy and knew he couldn't stay in the bath any longer, so he dried his hair and body, changed into his pajamas, and collapsed onto the bed.
He checked the group chat messages on his phone and realized that classes had been canceled today due to bad weather.
Before he could think it through, a buzzing sound began to ring in his ears. Chu Sinian frowned, pressed the red button in front of the bed, and then fell asleep.
His feud with Chen Chi dates back to their childhood.
When Chu Sinian was a child, he was nothing like the angel he appeared to be. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing, playing the role of a devil without any compassion.
In their youth, their two families were roughly neighbors, since the only manor within ten miles belonged to Chen Chi's family.
To find someone to play with, he often sneaked into other people's estates to tease Chen Chi. Back then, he was far from being as powerful as he is now; he was like a little mouse clinging to life, easily crushed with a single step.
Chu Sinian always liked to make fun of him and loved to see him angry, but he was never satisfied with him.
He was never satisfied with Xiao Chenchi's indifference, never satisfied with Xiao Chenchi's attitude of ignoring him.
Chu Sinian frowned uneasily in his sleep.
—
Chu Sinian had a high fever for a day and a night, which terrified Uncle Huang.
As soon as his high fever subsided, Chu Sinian immediately threw himself into work. The tasks he had instructed his assistant to complete a few days earlier were progressing slowly. He had to juggle medical treatment with business trips, trying to cause as much trouble as possible for Xunguang Group, and also quickly make up for the shortfall in funds caused by the large-scale stock purchases. He was so busy he barely had time to breathe.
After his condition improved, he gradually reduced his workload, but the belated fatigue and lingering illness invaded his body together, and he fell ill again.
From then on, Uncle Huang often stayed overnight at the apartment, and during the day he would try his best to keep a close eye on Chu Sinian, and he was in charge of all his travel arrangements.
Of all the people who took care of Chu Sinian, Uncle Huang was the one who had been with him the longest, having watched him grow up since birth, so naturally there was some affection between them.
Chu Sinian had tacitly approved of Uncle Huang's actions, but after only a few days, he began to subtly and overtly warn Uncle Huang that he was not used to having someone following him closely.
Uncle Huang's grand plan to guard the prison was thwarted before it could even be fully developed.
However, Uncle Huang's main task now is to help Chu Sinian, who has one foot in the dog-owning family again, because he really doesn't know how to teach the puppy to go to the toilet in a designated spot.
He was always a clean person and hated bad smells, but Little Cocker Spaniel didn't care about any of that. It loved to chew things and go to the toilet indiscriminately, which annoyed Chu Sinian.
Uncle Huang's skills in training pets were passable; at least the house wasn't as chaotic as before, which was part of the reason why Chu Sinian allowed Uncle Huang to stay overnight.
Looking into the puppy's bright, watery eyes, Chu Sinian suddenly realized that it wasn't so annoying after all.
He carried Cocker Spaniel to the sofa, pointed to the damaged area, and said, "Look what you've done, Lele! Do you know how much this sofa cost? It's a priceless piece, I spent millions on it, and you just ruined it like this?"
Chu Sinian patted Lele's little bottom, sat down and examined the table for a while. He found no signs of damage, which was good.
Lele licked Chu Sinian's fingers, then raised her front paws to hug his neck.
Chu Sinian frowned, somewhat disgusted, but still hugged it and put on a dog cartoon for it.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Lele reacted even faster than him, darting over like lightning.
Chu Sinian followed it and opened the door; it was Ning Zicheng.
Lele jumped onto him, and Ning Zicheng skillfully picked it up, changed his shoes, and went inside. He glanced around the apartment and said, "You've changed so much?"
The apartment was filled with dog supplies: a castle for it to live in, dolls to play with, and a dog tree that was almost bigger than the door, with a thick down mat underneath to prevent it from falling and getting hurt.
That's fucking ridiculous.
Ning Zicheng clicked her tongue in amazement, "If you have a child in the future, you'll have to spoil her a lot."
Chu Sinian closed the door and said politely, "I'm sorry, I'm against marriage."
"Tch." Ning Zicheng walked into the living room and immediately noticed the damaged sofa. She mocked him, "You don't want this sofa anymore?"
Chu Sinian disliked anything imperfect. He had previously spent millions on a piece of porcelain with minor, negligible flaws inside, which he promptly discarded, giving it to a charity to dispose of.
"Let's keep it for a few days and change it later. Lele needs to be caught for a few more days."
Ning Zicheng pointed to herself, "I want to catch one too, can you buy one for me?"
Chu Sinian kicked him.
"How are you feeling? Have you gotten any better after having a fever for so many days?"
"It's alright now." Chu Sinian poured Ning Zicheng a cup of tea.
Ning Zicheng said as she took the cup, "You've changed your ways, now you're even drinking tea."
"It was given by Uncle Huang."
Ning Zicheng was delighted. "It seems the watchtower plan is still useful. I'll take care of you when Uncle Huang isn't around."
"You really know how to recommend yourself."
Ning Zicheng hugged Lele, who was lying, and said, "We've been at home for so long, do you want to go out and play today?"
Chu Sinian didn't really want to go; he had just recovered from his illness.
But considering he hadn't had any entertainment during this time, he wavered a bit and asked, "What's the procedure?"
"It was a dinner party, and everyone there was in STEM fields."
"Another gathering; it seems you're doing very well with your studies."
Ning Zicheng wanted to give him a kick, but remembering his weak appearance, she held back and said, "I don't need to be good at my studies. I just need to get along well with them."
Chu Sinian laughed out loud, "You're really enlightened."
Ning Zicheng said, "Ever since Lele changed her mind about you, she hasn't had any good friends or dogs."
Chu Sinian glanced at him. "Aren't you one?"
"Get lost. You can bring Lele that day too; the restaurant has a special area for taking care of dogs."
After Lele got sick, he hadn't taken it for a walk himself. It would be good to take it out to play. After Chu Sinian gave a clear answer, Ning Zicheng wandered around his room.
"I haven't looked at your house properly yet."
Chu Sinian rarely stayed in one place for long. This was because he would either fly around the world to observe planets or go on various business trips every now and then. The former would take at least half a month, while the latter would involve frequent and unpredictable return dates. Therefore, even people who knew him well did not know where his home was.
Ning Zicheng has been to six or seven places in China alone, but Ning Zicheng really doesn't know his regular residence.
Chu Sinian was like a fish swimming around, without a home.
Ning Zicheng estimated that the house was over 100 square meters, with only three rooms. The house was extremely empty and seemed deserted.
Unlike his family, he had many hobbies and loved collecting rare items; his things were everywhere in the house.
Ning Zicheng groped his way to a wine cabinet, and when he opened it, it almost blinded him.
All sorts of products that had disappeared from the market and were impossible to buy appeared. The bottle of Louis XIII that Ning Zicheng gave him, worth over 400,000 yuan, didn't even have a name to it and was only fit to stay in his refrigerator.
This was the first time Ning Zicheng had seen his wine cabinet, and she was once again surprised by Chu Sinian's love for wine. "You said I love collecting like a crow, but I think you're like a rat hoarding food."
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