Locking away my heart and love! Going back to 2000 to be a top student again.

After attending Rao Lu's college entrance celebration banquet, Xu Su followed Zhou Mochen onto a plane to Beijing the next day.

Besides Rao Lu, many students in the rocket class actually did well on the exam. Those whose families were in Changshi and had good financial conditions basically held a celebration banquet for their children's college admission.

Within two days of receiving the scores, Xu Su received several invitations.

But she didn't have time to go, so she had to decline all the offers.

As the top student in the province, Xi Zirong naturally held a graduation banquet. When he sent the invitation, Xu Su had already set foot in the capital.

Originally, she planned to wait until Huang Feng and Qian Jia had said goodbye to their respective classmates before the three of them went to the capital together.

But ever since Xu Su filled out her college application, Zhou Mochen has been urging her on and on, as if he couldn't stand being in Changshi for even a day longer.

Xu Su couldn't persuade him otherwise, assuming it was an urgent matter at his company, and was coaxed into boarding the plane in a hurry. Before she could even realize that she had arrived in Beijing, she was already there.

Young Master Shen personally came to pick them up at the airport, this time in a relatively low-key Cayenne.

Xu Su was pulled into the back seat by Zhou Mochen. As soon as she turned on her phone, she saw a message from Xi Zirong on QQ. She paused for a moment, then quickly replied, truthfully stating that she was no longer in Changshi and could not go there before locking the screen.

She typed very fast, and Zhou Mochen assumed she was texting Huang Feng and the others, so he didn't pay attention and chatted with Shen Chen in the front row.

Shen Chen glanced at Xu Su in the rearview mirror, a slight smile playing on his lips: "I've been waiting for you to come to the capital. How about I arrange a welcome dinner for you tonight?"

Xu Su put away her phone, looked up when she heard this, and asked, "How are we going to welcome them?"

"What?" Shen Chen raised an eyebrow slightly. "Do you have any requests? Just tell me what kind of program you want. Now that you're in the capital, I have to treat you well."

"Don't listen to his nonsense." Zhou Mochen squeezed Xu Su's hand and explained with a smile, "A few friends want to meet you. Now that you're back, I'll take you to meet them."

Zhou Mochen's friend...

Xu Su blinked and nodded in agreement.

Several faces flashed through my mind.

Those whom Zhou Mochen calls friends are all brothers he's known since childhood, and their family backgrounds are naturally not bad.

Xu Su had certainly met him in her previous life. As soon as she arrived in the capital, Zhou Mochen introduced her to his circle of friends, and she met him quite a few times.

But she didn't even give Zhou Mochen a good look back then, let alone those brothers who could be called 'bad friends' in her eyes.

Especially after Shen Chen messed with Shi Lin, she took her anger out on Zhou Mochen, thinking that they were all birds of a feather, either not saying a word or, if they did speak, they would say something sarcastic to make him feel better.

She no longer thinks that way. She believes Zhou Mochen should be singled out, while the others in that circle are indeed birds of a feather with Shen Chen.

In her past life, no matter what kind of situation it was or who was present, Xu Su never gave Zhou Mochen a smile whenever he took her out.

Those who were more familiar with Zhou Mochen knew, to varying degrees, that he valued Xu Su highly.

Therefore, even though she always had a stern face and looked down on them, no one dared to touch Young Master Zhou's sore spot or offend the girl he cherished.

However, there weren't many people in that circle who could be considered truly familiar with Young Master Zhou; most were people who wanted to climb up the social ladder but remained on the fringes.

Xu Su is beautiful, and many people gossip about her behind her back. In the eyes of those young masters who don't treat girls like human beings, her aloof appearance is novel once or twice, but after a while, even if she is as beautiful as an angel, they just find her really disappointing.

It's one thing for the young master of the top business district to give them the cold shoulder, but who does she think she is, daring to look down on people like that...

Gradually, more and more people started gossiping behind people's backs, and there were always a few who couldn't keep their mouths shut.

Until one day, Xu Su was mocked by a drunken rich kid who said that she was acting all high and mighty because she was selling herself, and that she didn't know her place...

Xu Su only remembered this sentence; she couldn't quite recall what else the person said after that.

At the time, she didn't really react; in fact, she even thought what the person said made a lot of sense.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Mochen exploded first. He smashed two bottles and, still not satisfied, started punching him mercilessly until the spoiled brat had several broken ribs and was beaten like a dead dog, too weak to even beg for mercy.

The people standing around were all too frightened to speak, and none of them dared to intervene.

Finally, Xu Su called out to him, and she asked in confusion, "What others said is right, why is he angry..."

Whether it was voluntary or not, the fact is that she took his money, slept with him, yet remained aloof and arrogant, unable to recognize her own place.

His reluctant demeanor would make anyone think, "He's out selling himself, yet he's acting all high and mighty..."

However, in reality, Xu Su had already come to hate herself to the extreme at that time, and she thought of herself as even worse than the person had described.

Hearing someone say that to her suddenly, besides feeling the humiliation of having her self-esteem trampled on, she actually quite agreed with what the person said due to her self-loathing.

Isn't she a prostitute?

It's hard to understand now, but Xu Su was a little depressed at the time, and that's how contradictory and conflicted she was.

She not only loathed Zhou Mochen and the Xu family, but she also loathed herself.

When Zhou Mochen heard her words that day, his expression was no better than that of the person he had beaten and who was lying on the ground, panting heavily.

His deathly pale face was a vivid memory for Xu Su.

At that time, she only thought Zhou Mochen was ridiculous. He did something inhumane, giving her 200,000 yuan to sell herself and keeping her by his side without hesitation. What kind of decent girlfriend would be like this?

Since you've already done this, why not treat it like you're keeping a lover? Set a time and let me know when it's time to end things, but Zhou Mochen just won't do that.

He held Xu Su in high esteem, cherishing her carefully. Not only was he unwilling to belittle her, but he also wouldn't allow others to mistreat her, and even she herself couldn't say anything bad about herself.

What's the difference between this and plucking all the feathers off a pheasant, then pointing at it and telling others it's a phoenix, and trying to convince the pheasant that it is a phoenix?

Should we let her deceive herself?

That's just plain crazy.

After that incident, Zhou Mochen stopped forcing Xu Su to integrate into his circle, even after their marriage.

Wherever she goes, no one dares to criticize her. Even if they just ignore you, it's considered polite to them to scold you.

The past was too painful to recall, and Xu Su felt extremely uncomfortable. She couldn't help but think of the zombie-like man in her dream again.

In fact, in recent months, she has rarely thought about her past life, and she doesn't dare to think about that person. Every time she thinks about it, her heart aches. Her subconscious desire to avoid harm and seek benefit makes her refuse to think about it.

Unexpectedly, just after arriving in the capital, all those memories etched into my blood surged up.