Chapter 6: A Tragic Life

"Tsk tsk, Zhao Ziqian, what a bold spirit you have!" Ziqian, Ziqian—where is there any modesty in this guy? The name doesn't fit at all. He is a complete moron, a crude moron at that!

"What is wrong with my name, huh? Tell me, what is wrong with it?" He clutched his crotch, gasping in pain from time to time; one could tell just how brutal that kick had been.

"Good, good, it’s just too good!" It was so good that he was crouched there, unable to even straighten his back. Haha, how delightful! He quickly took out his phone to snap some photos as a souvenir to enjoy later. He started clicking away, shouting, "You moron, change your pose! Yes, that’s it, perfect! Give me another one."

Did he look like he was posing? He was in agony, agony—don't you get it? Taking advantage of the situation to take pictures? This was beyond the pale. Zhao Ziqian was livid: "You stinking fox, you mark my words! Sooner or later, I will finish you!"

"Ooh, I'm so scared!" He tucked his phone away, patting his chest with a feigned, shivering expression, though the amusement in his eyes was impossible to hide. "Oh my, I'm so scared, so scared! Please, come and finish me off, I beg you!"

Unable to move, Zhao Ziqian could only glare at the insufferably arrogant guy, grinding his teeth until they creaked. Sparks of fury flew from his eyes; he wanted to skin him alive and devour him whole, repeating over and over, "You stinking fox, you just wait! You wait!"

"You, the moron, sit at the bow of the boat, while I, your brother, walk along the shore, waiting ever so slowly for you to come~" Zhu Yansheng hummed a tune that was barely recognizable, twisting it into a ridiculous song. He was arrogant, arrogant to the extreme.

Helpless and severely wounded, all he could do was endure the humiliation and try to kill the other with his gaze. As the brothers’ quarrel erupted over that single kick, the culprit walked leisurely toward the main gate. However, when he was less than three meters away, he stopped abruptly, quickly veered into a side path, and headed toward the school's side gate.

"Well? Did you find her?" At the school’s main gate, two men in black suits and sunglasses whispered to each other.

"I haven't seen her. The school gate is about to close. Did she not come to school today?" the tall man asked the shorter one beside him.

The shorter man frowned, his beady eyes darting around. "Don't wait any longer. Let's go."

"But—" The tall man clearly took orders from him, though he seemed reluctant.

"Stop talking nonsense. Waiting any longer is useless. I'll explain it to the master." The shorter man looked displeased, glared at him, and headed toward the car.

Little did they know that a slender figure was quietly slipping away from the side gate nearby. Chu Yitong had suddenly changed her mind and left through the side gate, driven by an inexplicable intuition, just like the night before.

After coming out, she didn't go anywhere. She sent a message to Uncle Hai and then stood on the sidewalk opposite, watching the traffic go by with an indifferent expression.

"Huh?" After finally regaining his ability to move, Zhao Ziqian scrambled into the car. He needed to go to the hospital to check on his "precious" asset; he couldn't let his future happiness be compromised. As they passed the school gate, he spotted her on the roadside and couldn't help but let out a sound of confusion.

Zhu Yansheng glanced at him, drawling in a devil-may-care tone, "You moron, look at that dumbfounded expression of yours. What is it? Did you see a beauty, or were you thinking about your 'happiness'?" He followed his gaze, suddenly froze, and whispered, "Chu Yitong!"