Chapter 20: Su Han's Revenge

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“Yes, he drowned in his own bathtub,” Yan Yu replied in a calm voice.

Zhou Xiaowan noticed the use of the word “drowned” and couldn’t help but shiver. She slipped directly into Yan Yu’s room.

“Hey, just because I’m living under someone else’s roof doesn’t mean I have to sell my body!” Yan Yu declared with righteous indignation.

“Xu Jin is dead, and you’re still in the mood to joke!” Zhou Xiaowan said timidly. “I don’t dare sleep alone. I’m afraid Qingqing will come looking for me.”

I’m afraid too! Yan Yu thought.

If Zhao Qingqing really showed up now, Yan Yu wouldn’t be able to handle it. How could he not be afraid?

But Yan Yu’s face broke into a mischievous smile. “You’re afraid of her, but not of me?”

Zhou Xiaowan claimed Yan Yu’s bed. “You have lust in your heart but lack the courage!”

Well, this little girl is bold today, daring to look down on me!

Yan Yu didn’t mind if something happened between him and Zhou Xiaowan, but because of Xia Liu, there was always a barrier in his heart. At most, he regarded Zhou Xiaowan as a younger sister.

So, feeling a bit frustrated, Yan Yu gathered his pillow and quilt, lay down on the sofa in the bedroom, and said, “I suspect you’re deliberately trying to get close to me, planning to take advantage of me while I’m asleep. Otherwise, why don’t you sleep with Aunt Liu?”

“I don’t want my mother to worry…” Zhou Xiaowan sighed. “Yan Yu, have you contacted Master Cao yet?”

“Call me Brother Yu.”

“Brother Yu…” Zhou Xiaowan gritted her teeth.

“Master Cao said, to stop Zhao Qingqing from killing again, the only way is to bring the murderer who caused her death to justice. Only then can her resentment be dispelled,” Yan Yu explained.

“But Qingqing clearly committed suicide.”

“The person who drove her to suicide is the murderer—He Qing, Xu Jin, Li Kang, they’re all guilty.”

Zhou Xiaowan was startled. “How do you know Qingqing’s suicide is related to them?”

“Tell me, before Zhao Qingqing died, what was the deal with the Apple phone that appeared in her drawer? Do you know?”

“Everyone says…”

“I know, everyone says Zhao Qingqing seduced Li Kang and sold her body for a luxury phone. But as her best friend, don’t you know her character?” Yan Yu asked quietly.

Zhou Xiaowan’s breath hitched, and she lowered her head, clutching it with her hands. “I can’t believe it… Li Kang was born into a wealthy family, he’s sunny, generous, well-mannered—he couldn’t possibly do anything to hurt Qingqing.”

Yan Yu smiled, but there was a coldness to it.

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Sadly, the person who understood Zhao Qingqing best in this world wasn’t her friend Zhou Xiaowan.

It was Yan Yu, the one who had witnessed all of Zhao Qingqing’s suffering.

Only he truly comprehended her pain, her despair when He Qing rejected her.

Heaven can be measured, earth can be weighed, but the human heart is unfathomable.

“I’m going to sleep,” Yan Yu said. The more he thought about it, the heavier his chest felt, so he simply stopped talking and closed his eyes.

Zhou Xiaowan curled up under the quilt, holding the wooden comb she had given Zhao Qingqing. Thoughts surged like waves, and fat tears rolled down her cheeks…

…

…

When Yan Yu woke the next morning, Zhou Xiaowan had quietly returned to her own room. After washing up, the two met downstairs and felt awkward.

Xia Liu thoughtfully prepared a hearty breakfast and noticed Zhou Xiaowan’s swollen eyes. “Xiaowan, what’s wrong with your eyes?”

“I… I stayed up late studying last night. My eyes are a bit puffy,” Zhou Xiaowan replied, head bowed.

“Sigh, the pressure on young people these days is really too much,” Xia Liu sighed.

Zhou Lide was reading the newspaper on the sofa. He remarked coldly, “Young people today have nothing to complain about. They don’t worry about food or clothing, just listening to lectures and writing a few words. We used to not know where our next meal was coming from. That’s real pressure!”

Yan Yu finished breakfast quickly and headed to school with Zhou Xiaowan in Zhou Lide’s car.

As soon as they got out, Zhou Xiaowan shoved a stack of homework into Yan Yu’s hands. “Here’s your homework.”

“Heh, thanks.”

“I have plans tonight, so go home by yourself,” Zhou Xiaowan said as she hurried into the campus, leaving Yan Yu scratching his nose. He felt her behavior was a bit odd.

Just then, Zhang Dagen sidled up and whispered, “Young Master Yu, yesterday Miss Su told Principal Deng about you.”

“And then?” Yan Yu asked.

“Heh, Principal Deng covered for you, of course,” Zhang Dagen replied. “But you’d better be careful. Miss Su isn’t easy to deal with. They say she’s got connections everywhere; that’s why Class 2 is so obedient…”

“I got it.” Yan Yu nodded and walked into the school.

Passing by the Peach Blossom Dormitory Building 2, Yan Yu couldn’t help but glance at the fourth floor, remembering the drowned ghost who tried to seduce him last night.

That ghost was no ordinary spirit and seemed intent on harm. Yan Yu decided that once Zhao Qingqing’s matter was resolved, he’d confront that drowned ghost as well.

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Entering the classroom, Yan Yu saw Xu Jin’s seat empty. Li Kang, who seemed to have heard the news, sat looking extremely distressed.

As Yan Yu entered, Li Kang shot him a fierce glare.

Yang Xuefei was at her desk, looking in the mirror.

“Good morning, Feifei,” Yan Yu greeted her.

Ever since Yan Yu had beaten up Fatty and Hao Zhuang in the classroom yesterday, the boys in the class hadn’t seemed so hostile toward him.

“It’s not a very good morning,” Yang Xuefei smiled. “Yan Yu, how are your English grades?”

Yan Yu was taken aback. He had studied astronomy and geography at the monastery, even advanced mathematics, but English… he’d always failed.

It wasn’t that Yan Yu was stupid, but his master Lin Xuan disliked anything foreign. So Yan Yu grew up with a resistance to English, never bothering to learn it.

“Why are you asking?” Yan Yu wondered.

Just then, Su Han entered the classroom with a stack of papers and announced, “We’re using morning reading class for an English test. It’s an easy one—we covered it last week. Anyone who scores less than 140 will have to stand outside for a whole day!”

Thud!

Yan Yu, who hadn’t even settled in his seat, slipped straight under the desk. He crawled out trembling, only to see Su Han looking at him with undisguised glee.

Oh my god, this is Su Han’s revenge!

When the test papers were handed out, Yan Yu glanced at them and felt his head swell. He recognized each letter individually, but together they made no sense at all.

Yan Yu quietly glanced at Yang Xuefei, hoping for help, but she promptly covered her paper and smiled at him.

“Feifei, we’re desk mates—don’t be so heartless,” Yan Yu whispered.

“It’s not me being heartless. Miss Su said anyone who helps you cheat has to stand outside with you for a whole day.”

“This is a blatant trap!” Yan Yu complained.

Yang Xuefei nodded. “Before you came, Miss Su gave us a heads-up. The test is hard, but we did it last week, and everyone has the answers. Everyone can score 140—except you.”

“…”

Yan Yu cried out in his heart, remembering his master’s words: “The most troublesome are scoundrels and women!”