Chapter 695 Tragic Background
Wen Zhiyi asked warily, "What does that mean?"
Wan Qingzhou looked her up and down and said, "You don't seem to have anything valuable on you, except for your face, which is barely presentable. How about I take a loss and you offer yourself to me?"
Wen Zhiyi: "?"
She smiled, then gave him a single word: "Get lost."
Wan Qingzhou looked innocent and pointed to her neck: "Fine, if you really don't want to, you can give me the thing hanging around your neck."
Wen Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, then quickly tightened her collar, looking cautious: "I can't give you this!"
Wan Qingzhou exclaimed "Whoa!" and said meaningfully, "You're so stingy, you're unwilling to part with even a penny!"
Wen Zhiyi's eyes darted around: "This jade isn't worth much. How about this, give me a contact address, and I'll send you some money later as a thank you for saving my life."
Wan Qingzhou calmly replied, "Sorry, I don't have an address."
"What?" Wen Zhiyi didn't understand.
"I'm just a beggar, where would I find a place to live?" Wan Qingzhou deliberately played the victim to gain the sympathy of the person in front of him.
“Back then, I was young and ignorant, and I offended the leader who led us to beg for food, so I have been hunted down ever since. Now I have no fixed abode and I have been running away and begging for food. I go wherever there are rich people.”
"If you insist on me specifying a place, then it'll be the dilapidated temple in the east of the city. I'm staying there recently, but that temple is going to be demolished soon, so even if you send it to me, I might not receive it. Sigh, my life is so miserable."
After saying this, he shed two tears.
Wen Zhiyi was stunned.
Although she knew there were many beggars in the world, she never imagined that the person in front of her was one of them.
After all, his attire looked...
Wan Qingzhou seemed to see through her thoughts and immediately replied, "Oh, you found this dress. No wonder there are so many rich people in Kyoto. They just throw away such nice clothes like that."
Wen Zhiyi looked at his face again.
Wan Qingzhou feigned anger: "What, can't beggars wash their faces? You're so young, yet you already have so many stereotypes!"
"Stop labeling people! Who's making stereotypes?!" Wen Zhiyi continued scrutinizingly, "Where are your parents? Why aren't they taking care of you?"
Surely he wasn't born into a life of begging?
"Who knows?" Wan Qingzhou scoffed. "He's probably having a good time somewhere. After all, he made a lot of money selling me to human traffickers."
"Human traffickers?!"
“Yes, otherwise how do you think I became a beggar?” Wan Qingzhou deliberately sighed with feigned melancholy: “If I hadn’t escaped the den of thieves, my kidneys would probably be cut off by now. Alas, some people are born in Rome, while others never even see Rome in their entire lives. Different people, different fates.”
Wen Zhiyi: "..."
For some reason, she was suddenly at a loss.
Perhaps it was because she felt like someone born in Rome who didn't know the hardships of life, or perhaps it was because she didn't expect the person in front of her to be so pitiful, even though she had previously been at odds with him.
Sigh, now that I think about it, although this person was a bit sharp-tongued and lacked morality, it wasn't really his fault. After all, he lived such a miserable life, and probably no one taught him anything.
Unconsciously, Wen Zhiyi's gaze towards him revealed a hint of sympathy.
Wan Qingzhou felt uneasy under her gaze and was momentarily unsure of what the other person was thinking. She wondered if she had overacted.
Although it was just an act, what he said was actually true, because he had always lived this kind of life. If he hadn't met his adoptive father and Tang Zhi, he might still be begging somewhere.
Although his "performance" was a bit exaggerated, some of what he said was true, so it shouldn't be completely unconvincing, right?
Just as he was feeling uneasy, Wen Zhiyi suddenly grabbed his arm: "Let's go!"
Seeing that she was about to pull her away, Wan Qingzhou was a little confused: "Wait, where are we going?"
Wen Zhiyi glanced at him and said, "Didn't you want me to repay you? Although I don't have much money on me, I can still take you to buy some clothes and have a meal!"
As she spoke, she pulled him down the mountain: "Anyway, I'm hungry, so let's have dinner together!"
"No, aren't you still practicing?" Although Wan Qingzhou's goal was to get closer to her, he never expected that this girl would say something so unpredictable.
Wen Zhiyi didn't care about any of that and pulled him along, saying, "Top students always hand in their papers early, now's the perfect time to go down the mountain! Wait for me later, don't go ahead of me!"
...
After they descended the mountain.
Wen Zhiyi asked Wan Qingzhou to wait for her at a bend at the foot of the mountain, while she went to the statistics office to hand in the medicinal herbs. Without even checking how many credits she had earned, she turned around and ran off.
What's more important than shopping and eating than academic credits?
Upon reaching the agreed-upon corner, and seeing Wan Qingzhou approaching, she quickly waved and quickened her pace. However, a panting figure caught up with her from behind: "Zhi... Zhiyi!"
Wen Zhiyi was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and saw who it was, immediately feeling a headache coming on: "Why did you follow me here?"
The person in front of her was none other than her classmate from the Imperial Academy—Yan Heli.
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