Being tortured by her whole family, she no longer pretends to be a real daughter!

"I don't know!" Duan Chenfeng cried and covered his face with his hands. "Dad, I really don't know. I don't know what I did wrong. Please let me go, let me go..."

The whip hit his arms and back hard, leaving a bloody mark every time.

Duan Chenfeng collapsed.

He really didn't know what he had done wrong.

He held his head and tried hard to recall.

Suddenly, something flashed in my mind.

"My boyfriend is very strong-willed. He won't let me break up with him. If I ask for a breakup, he'll get angry."

"He is a very powerful man, and I was forced by him. If he really gets angry, ten members of the Duan family wouldn't be enough to piss him off."

"You said it, don't regret it."

The words Lin Yusheng said that day suddenly popped into his mind.

"I know! Dad, I know!"

Duan Chenfeng cried out eagerly and hoarsely, "It's her! I know who it is, I'll go apologize to her right now! Dad, I was wrong, I'll go apologize to her right now..."

Duan Chenfeng crawled out of the Duan family.

When we returned to the international class, it was lunch time.

A few playboys saw Duan Chenfeng and quickly surrounded him, "Brother Duan, you're back?"

Duan Chenfeng walked straight to his seat and sat down without any reaction.

It's like I've lost my soul.

The others didn't notice Duan Chenfeng's abnormality and continued chatting, "By the way, Brother Duan, I found the contact information for that sophomore girl you liked last time."

"Brother Duan has good taste. That junior girl is so cool, so pure..."

"Brother Duan, let's buy some more of that medicine and invite them to the bar..."

Duan Chenfeng didn't hear what they were saying at all, and murmured, "Apologize... I have to go apologize to Lin Yusheng..."

Duan Chenfeng stood up and ran out of the classroom.

He rushed to the teaching building for regular classes and met Lin Yusheng downstairs.

He was shaking all over, his voice unsteady, "Lin Yusheng, I, I was wrong..."

Lin Yusheng paused, "What did you say?"

"I shouldn't have confessed my feelings to you, and I shouldn't have forced you to talk to your boyfriend on the phone that day." Duan Chenfeng's face was filled with fear as he pleaded, "Lin Yusheng, I really know I was wrong. I beg you to tell your boyfriend to let our family go, okay?"

Lin Yusheng frowned, "Duan Chenfeng, I think I advised you before, but you didn't listen."

"I know, I know...it's all my fault." Duan Chenfeng was so anxious that he cried. There was no trace of his previous arrogance left.

He really didn't know that Lin Yusheng had a boyfriend.

I don't even know that what she said about her overwhelming power is true.

If he had known in advance, he would never have planned the confession, nor would he have caused trouble for Lin Yusheng, let alone provoked her in front of her boyfriend.

"Lin Yusheng, talk to your boyfriend and ask him to let our family go."

Lin Yusheng refused, "I can't help you."

Duan Chenfeng is a bad person by nature. This time it is because she has Lu Jingxiao's support. If she were an ordinary person and was entangled by Duan Chenfeng, her ending would not be good.

Maybe if she went to Lu Jingxiao and said a few soft words, Lu Jingxiao would listen to her and let the Duan family go.

But she didn't want to plead for a scumbag.

Lin Yusheng didn't even look at Duan Chenfeng and just walked away.

Duan Chenfeng completely collapsed.

-

Song Zhilan's head was buzzing on the way back to the Lin family.

How could Lu Zhiyin have such a good relationship with Lin Yusheng?

An international class, an ordinary class, one of the four major families, one of the smaller families, a well-educated and well-mannered daughter of a wealthy family, and a wild girl...

They are clearly two people with no connection at all.

"Madam, why did you take back the gift you gave away?" asked the butler.

Song Zhilan came back to her senses and glanced at the brocade box on the table, which contained the five million apology gift she had prepared in advance.

I wanted to apologize to Miss Lu sincerely.

The result was a misunderstanding.

Song Zhilan pressed her eyebrows and said, "Butler, tell me, am I wrong?"

This was the first time she had such doubts.

The housekeeper was puzzled, "Madam, what are you talking about? What's wrong?"

"Today I went to school, intending to apologize to Miss Lu, but I saw..."

Song Zhilan told everything she saw and heard at school.

The housekeeper was shocked when he heard this. "You said Miss Yu Sheng has an unusual relationship with Miss Lu?"

"Yeah." Song Zhilan nodded.

Moreover, when she came back, she passed by the senior high school bulletin board, which recorded every exam list of the semester, including monthly exams, midterm exams, and all major and minor exams. Lin Yusheng's name was always hanging high on it, and many parents were gathered around to discuss it.

Always first.

Fault crushing again and again.

Although Lin Ruoyao cannot get in touch with Miss Lu, she can become sisters with her.

She can get the results that Lin Ruoyao can't get.

Perhaps, Lin Yusheng is not as incompetent as she thought.

Song Zhilan was feeling upset when suddenly a servant came in and announced, "Madam, Mr. Zhang Junsheng is here."

"Okay, got it." Song Zhilan came back to her senses from her trance, "Please ask him to come in."

Soon, a middle-aged man about thirty-five years old was brought in.

Zhang Junsheng, Lin Ruoyao's calligraphy teacher, is an important member of the Calligraphy Association and a well-known calligrapher.

He wore glasses, was gentle and polite, with a gentle expression, and had the elegant temperament of a calligrapher.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang."

"Hello, Mrs. Lin."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Zhang Junsheng sat down at Song Zhilan's invitation, and Song Zhilan personally poured him a cup of tea.

Zhang Junsheng is already a well-known figure in the calligraphy world. One of his works can be sold at a high price of one million. He comes into contact with some top wealthy families who love calligraphy and painting, especially some powerful people who are particularly particular about calligraphy and painting.

Song Zhilan naturally had to show due respect.

"Mrs. Lin, this is the registration form for the National Calligraphy Competition. I was passing by here today to meet an old friend, so I brought it to Yaoyao."

Lin Ruoyao met Zhang Junsheng by chance when she was thirteen years old. Zhang Junsheng saw that she had a talent for calligraphy, so he accepted her as his last disciple.

Song Zhilan looked at the registration form on the table, surprised and delighted, "Can our Yaoyao really participate in the National Calligraphy Competition?"

Zhang Junsheng nodded. "In the past, the National Calligraphy Competition only invited famous calligraphers, giving young people few opportunities. But starting this year, as long as there is a recommendation from a senior calligrapher and a completed recommendation form, the younger generation can also sign up to participate."

Zhang Junsheng took out another form and said, "This is the recommendation form I wrote for Lin Ruoyao."