Disliked by everyone? She is clearly the most beloved one in the rich family!

Zhao Lian was secretly delighted to see that Yu Zhi was not indifferent.

He took two steps forward, striking while the iron was hot, and continued, "He died of advanced cancer. It took less than six months from diagnosis to death."

"Before my father fell ill, my family's business ran into trouble and we were in debt. Later, I borrowed money from everywhere to pay for my father's treatment..."

"so what?"

Yu Zhi turned around and interrupted Zhao Lian, looking impatient: "Are you trying to play the victim to me, Zhao Lian?"

"I didn't!" Zhao Lian explained anxiously, "I just wanted to tell you what happened to me over the past year. Yu Zhi, I've been having a hard time too. I really regret hurting you back then."

"I have no interest in anything about you."

Yu Zhi said indifferently: "You don't have to confess to me. Your regret is meaningless. Hurt is hurt."

"I don't know what your intention was in suddenly telling me your father was dead. Did you want me to uphold the principle of 'the dead are greater' and put aside our grudges with you and your son?"

"Unfortunately, I am a human, not a god. I can't do this. Whether you and your son are dead or alive, I will never forgive you."

Zhao Lian pursed his lips, still unwilling to give up: "I heard that your family also went bankrupt, and your father mortgaged the house and sold the car. Yu Zhi, you should understand the feeling of falling from the clouds as well as I do..."

"I have nothing now. I am no longer the rich young master who used to call the wind and rain. This is retribution from God. I don't blame anyone. I deserve it."

"Yu Zhi, our family has been punished... I regret every day that I didn't help you that day, you know? In fact, I was planning to -"

Snapped!

A crisp and loud slap!

Zhao Lian's head was tilted by Yu Zhi's slap, and his head was buzzing.

A bright red slap mark suddenly appeared on Zhao Lian's face.

"Who do you think you are?"

"Do you know me well?"

"You know nothing about my life, so what gives you the right to say I should understand it just like you? Stop being so self-righteous!"

Yu Zhi looked at Zhao Lian viciously, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

"Back then, I had no evidence, so I had no choice but to sue your father for defamation and libel."

"Your family has never felt guilty towards me. If I hadn't made this public and pressured your father, I wouldn't have received his public apology and compensation before I graduated."

"I worked so hard to get this little bit of justice, and now you tell me your family has been punished? You're really humorous."

"Zhao Lian, remember, your father should have been in jail. This is his retribution!"

Zhao Lian's eyes reddened as he asked, "But my father is dead!"

“Isn’t death worse than imprisonment?”

Yu Zhi said with a smile: "Is it me who gave your father cancer?"

Zhao Lian was stunned: "That's not what I meant. I meant that if the person is dead, then..."

"Since I didn't kill your father, does your father's life or death have anything to do with me?"

Yu Zhileng chuckled, "Zhao Lian, I only have eight words to describe your family."

"Love is better than death."

Zhao Lian felt as if struck by lightning. His body trembled and he stood there, looking at Yu Zhi in surprise.

He seemed to realize how much Yu Zhi hated him.

Yu Zhi opened the dormitory door and left without looking back.

This was the first time Yu Zhi slapped someone.

It was also the first time I said such cruel words to someone.

He was not as calm as he appeared.

Yu Zhi was walking entirely by muscle memory.

I don’t know how long I walked, but when Yu Zhi came to his senses, he was already at the door of the studio in the Red Mansion.

Many of their professional courses are held in this classroom.

This is the road that Yu Zhi walks most often.

He should have gone to the parking lot.

Meng Yingnian sent a driver to pick him up and take him home.

There are two directions: the parking lot and the Red Building. Yu Zhi turned back and walked towards the parking lot.

Passing by the bathroom, Yu Zhi went in and washed his hands.

No matter how hard I washed, I couldn't get rid of the feeling of slapping Zhao Lian.

When he turned on the faucet, Yu Zhi's hands had already turned red from rubbing himself.

After walking out of the Red Building, Yu Zhi shivered as his freshly washed hands were blown by the cold wind.

When they were almost at the parking lot, the phone in Yu Zhi's pocket rang.

He took out his cell phone and saw that it was a WeChat message from Meng Yingnian.

[picture/]

[Changed car, waiting for you in area A]

Yu Zhi clicked on the photo and saw a black Bentley with an ordinary license plate.

Yu Zhi replied with an "ok" and quickened his pace towards the parking lot.

When they arrived at Area A, Yu Zhi was still looking for a car when a horn sounded from the right rear.

Yu Zhi looked in the direction of the voice and saw the Bentley that Meng Yingnian had given him.

Yu Zhi walked towards the Bentley.

In the past, when he took a car, the driver would get out and open the door for him. Today, the driver didn't do that, and Yu Zhi was relieved.

He sat in the back seat and was about to tell the driver that it would be like this from now on and he didn't need to open the door for him.

When I raised my eyes, a familiar face came into view.

Yu Zhi was stunned: "Why are you here?"

Meng Yingnian came closer, and Yu Zhi smelled the scent of cedar and labdanum.

Meng Yingnian helped Yu Zhi fasten his seatbelt and replied, "There's nothing else to do at the company, so I left work early."

There was a click.

Meng Yingnian pressed the buckle, raised his eyes and smiled at Yu Zhi: "I'm anxious and want to see you sooner."

Yu Zhi pursed his lips, but before he could say anything, Meng Yingnian noticed his red hands and his tone suddenly became tense.

"What happened to the hand?"

Meng Yingnian picked up Yu Zhi's red, shampooed hand and examined it carefully, frowning slightly. "Is it cold? Does it hurt?"

Yu Zhi felt a slight lump in his throat when he saw how nervous Meng Yingnian was about him.

Meng Yingnian held Yu Zhi's hand with both hands, trying to warm Yu Zhi's cold hand with his body temperature.

He told the driver in a serious tone: "Go to the hospital."

The driver just agreed, and Yu Zhi came to his senses and said hurriedly: "No, my hand is fine, let's go home."

Meng Yingnian said distressedly: "It's so red and you still say it's okay."

Yu Zhi forced a smile at Meng Yingnian: "It's really okay, I washed my hands and rubbed them, it will be gone in a while."

The driver asked Meng Yingnian awkwardly for his opinion: "Mr. Meng, this..."

Meng Yingnian did not express his opinion immediately, but stared at Yu Zhi's hand, as if considering it.

Yu Zhifan held Meng Yingnian's hand and said softly, "Let's go home. I want to go home."

Meng Yingnian felt inexplicably sad.

Then he said to the driver: "Let's not go to the hospital, let's go home."

Driver: "Okay, Mr. Meng."

On the way home, Yu Zhi, contrary to his usual behavior, kept holding Meng Yingnian's hand.

Meng Yingnian felt that Yu Zhi was more dependent on him than usual, but also quieter than usual.

Yu Zhi stared at the car window with lifeless eyes, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Yu Zhi seemed very close to him, but in fact he was very far away from him.

Meng Yingnian gently squeezed Yu Zhi's hand and tried to ask, "Did something happen at school?"

Yu Zhi turned around and looked at Meng Yingnian.

He subconsciously wanted to answer "nothing", but when the words came to his lips, he felt that he shouldn't do so.

Meng Yingnian was really worried about him.

Yu Zhi thought for a moment and replied, “Something happened.”

After a pause, Yu Zhi added: "I don't know what to say now, can we talk about it when we get home?"

Meng Yingnian was a little surprised.

He thought Yu Zhi would answer him that it was nothing.

Meng Yingnian smiled and said, "Of course, you can talk anytime you want."

"Zhizhi, I'm very happy that you are willing to talk to me."

With the driver around, Yu Zhi felt even more embarrassed to hear Meng Yingnian say such things.

He lowered his eyebrows and said, "...It's so corny, don't say such things."

Meng Yingnian knew that Yu Zhi was thin-skinned, so he said, "Okay, let's talk about it when we get home."

Yu Zhi realized Meng Yingnian had misunderstood and muttered, "Don't tell me even when we get home."

"Zhizhi is so cruel."

"Humph."

Seeing that Meng Yingnian was about to get annoying again, Yu Zhi quickly changed the subject: "By the way, why did you change your car today?"

Meng Yingnian always uses the Rolls-Royce with the consecutive license plates for his daily travel.

There are obviously many other cars in the garage, but I rarely see him use them.

During a casual chat one time, Yu Zhi asked Meng Yingnian why.

Meng Yingnian said that the car was a birthday present given to him by his brother a year before the car accident.

Yu Zhi understood after hearing it.

Meng Yingnian is a sentimental person, and the friendship between brothers must be particularly deep.

Although Meng Yingnian rarely mentioned his deceased brother.

Meng Yingnian suddenly changed his car today, and Yu Zhi felt quite surprised.

Yu Zhi thought there was some special reason, but unexpectedly, Meng Yingnian said, "I took you back to school on Wednesday, but you wouldn't let the driver drive into the school and even got off at an intersection early, saying that the license plate was too conspicuous and you were afraid your classmates would see it and cause misunderstandings."

"The purpose of the pick-up and drop-off service is to make it convenient for you. If you are asked to make do with it, then that is putting the cart before the horse."

"From now on, I'll pick you up in a car with a regular license plate, so you don't have to get off at an intersection earlier and walk a little further."

Yu Zhi was stunned: "But that car belongs to your brother..."

Meng Yingnian smiled and said, "There's no conflict. I just don't need to pick you up anymore. It's not like I won't use it anymore."

"Besides, if my brother were still alive, he wouldn't want the gift he gave me to cause unnecessary trouble to my lover."

The warmth gradually dispelled the depression in Yu Zhi's heart.

He smiled naturally.

"Your brother must be a very good person too."

Meng Yingnian: "Yes."

"There's no better person in the world."