"Don't waste your energy, I'm beyond saving."
Chen Yunyun hugged her arms tightly, her strength waning.
"This was never my body to begin with, and since I forcibly changed my fate, it's only right that I pay the price."
She gave a wry smile; she had no regrets about what she had done.
Rong Yan ignored him.
A few minutes later, a blood-red pill fell into the porcelain bottle.
He forcibly shoved the pill into Chen Yunyun's mouth. At that moment, his face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.
"If I say I can save them, then I can."
[Host, the spiritual power of the two Heart-Protecting Scales is enough to prolong your life.]
The system's voice sounded somewhat helpless, "[It can only extend lifespan by a maximum of five to ten years.]"
If the heart-protecting scales are damaged, the Zhulong clan will also suffer corresponding backlash.
Chen Yunyun's vision blurred.
Through my tear-blurred and distorted vision, the man's figure appeared thin and frail.
Rong Yan, Rong Yan.
She silently repeated those two words, as if trying to etch them into the depths of her soul.
——
September 1975
"Miss Jingtian, it's six o'clock." Aunt Ming, the nanny, knocked on Xu Jingtian's door.
Upon hearing a clear, cold female voice from inside, Aunt Ming went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
She has been working at this place for five years, previously taking care of a young master.
At such a young age, he skipped grades one after another. While it takes others six years to go from junior high to high school graduation, he completed it in three years.
That young master had a very strange temper and personality; he was taciturn and always stayed in his room.
But countless girls are attracted to him.
Many girls from the school lingered around hoping to bump into him, but he remained unmoved and indifferent.
Only when the mistress comes to town will the young master act like a normal boy, talkative and cheerful.
Aside from young master Jingrun, Miss Jingtian is also unlike any ordinary little girl.
The study on the second floor, in the corner, was piled high with books related to finance, trade, and economics.
As soon as school was over, Miss Jing Tian would go straight to her study and not come out until late at night.
Aunt Ming glanced at the books while cleaning and found that they were all in foreign languages, which she, having only attended a literacy class, could not understand at all.
The most mysterious person in this family is undoubtedly the mother of young master Jingrun and young lady Jingtian.
That's a truly amazing and formidable person.
A divorced woman raising three children led two production teams to run factories and make money.
The raw material plant even became a provincial model unit and was commended in a large red newspaper.
Her man seemed to be a businessman from Hong Kong; he traveled in cars, wore suits and pocket watches, and was very wealthy.
Aunt Ming has worked at this place for five years, all thanks to her tight-lipped nature.
She knows what to say and what not to say.
When neighbors came to ask her about her family, she refused to say anything.
"Aunt Ming, my brother is coming back tonight, and my mom should arrive around noon. Please buy some more groceries."
Xu Jingtian carried a schoolbag, her jet-black hair braided and hanging down in front of her chest.
When Chen Yunyun and her brother were mentioned, her eyes lit up, and she became radiant and eye-catching.
"Okay," Aunt Ming replied.
He Guoqiang was transferred from the commune to work in the province two years ago, and He Yue was also admitted to a high school in the province.
It just so happens that Xu Jingtian and He Yueneng go to school together and are in the same grade.
Even more coincidentally, He Yue and Xiao Fubao Xu Miaohan are in the same class.
Little Fu Bao skipped a grade.
Because she is cute and smart, her teachers and classmates all like her very much.
But He Yue was never really interested in her. She told Xu Jingtian, "I don't know why, but I just can't bring myself to like her."
"There are a few girls in the class who don't like her and always provoke her."
"She didn't complain, she's too good-natured."
Xu Jingtian remembered Chen Yunyun's advice, "Just stay away from her in the future."
He Yue pouted, "I don't have time to care about her, I'm too busy studying every day."
"By the way, I heard they got a new math teacher. Is he handsome?"
Last week, the new teacher taught Xu Jingtian's class. Xu Jingtian held her books and recalled what the teacher looked like.
He was polite and well-mannered, wore glasses, and was somewhat rigid in class.
Whether it was Xu Jingtian's imagination or not, she felt that the new teacher was paying too much attention to her.
However, after school at noon, the new teacher, Ms. Fang, called Xu Jingtian to her office.
Her premonition was further confirmed.
The other teachers had already left, and the office was empty.
Before entering, a girl came out of the office, her face full of shy joy.
Xu Jingtian vaguely remembered that the girl was Li Xiaoyun from the next class.
She knocked on the door. "Teacher Fang, did you want to see me?"
The man beckoned, "Come in."
He adjusted his glasses with one hand and tapped the chair next to the table with the other, gesturing for Xu Jingtian to sit next to him.
"Sweetie, your teacher has looked at your usual grades, and your math is still quite good."
"So, the teacher is going to ask you to take the lead in the class and help some students who are struggling with their studies."
Xu Jingtian had no objection to this.
In fact, Xu Jingtian has been doing what Fang Jin mentioned all along.
"Teacher, is there anything else?"
She glanced down at her watch; her mother should already be home by now.
Through his thick glasses, Fang Jin's gaze lingered on the girl's fair wrist.
That watch is quite expensive.
A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, but his smile was gentle and reserved. "Jing Tian is such a sensible girl. I like you very much."
How could a girl of this age possibly handle such blunt words?
Fang Jin moved even closer, the scent of soap spores emanating from his clothes becoming intense.
He could clearly see the fine downy hair on the girl's face and her calm expression.
Before he could even ask any questions, Xu Jingtian pushed back her chair, stood up straight, and said, "Teacher Fang, I've made dinner at home, so I'm going home now."
Under Fang Jin's gaze, Xu Jingtian strode out of the office, a hint of impatience in her eyes.
This kind of teacher must be the kind of hypocrite Mom used to talk about, right?
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