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

Shen Chen stared at her silently: "Are you still going? It's on the second floor."

"..." Xu Su was stunned for a few moments, then got up from the ground, broke free from Shen Chen's hand, and ran upstairs.

There were two burly men guarding the main gate. When they saw Xu Su rushing in without thinking, they reached out to grab her, but were stopped by the men brought by Shen Chen.

Even though it was only one floor away, Xu Su's legs were weak from climbing.

She dared not think about it, dared not think about it…

If Zhou Mochen really dares!

When she reached the doorway guarded by four burly men, they seemed to recognize her, but hesitated for a moment and did not stop her.

Xu Su took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

The dark room reeked of blood. Zhou Mochen held a gun, pointing it directly at Xi Zirong, whose life was uncertain in the corner. Xu Su's pupils suddenly dilated, and she stumbled over to grab his hand to stop him.

"You're here so fast?" Zhou Mochen held Xu Su's waist and pulled her into his arms. He wasn't surprised by her sudden appearance. He turned his head to look at Shen Chen following behind her and chuckled softly, "Perfect, let's take care of it all at once."

He turned the gun to Shen Chen's thigh and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

With another 'bang', Shen Chen was forced to kneel on one knee before he could even react.

He braced himself on the ground with his hands, without uttering a sound.

Zhou Mochen gritted his teeth and sneered: "I've seen people who are courting death, but I've never seen anyone like you who keeps going out of your way to die. Why can't you just be a playboy? Why do you have to keep thinking about people you shouldn't be thinking about?"

He slightly raised the muzzle of his gun, this time aiming it at Shen Chen's arm.

"Zhou Mochen!" Xu Su's eardrums throbbed from the gunshot. She grabbed his arm and shouted, "What's wrong with you? What did you do to Xi Zirong?"

She struggled desperately to see Xi Zirong, but Zhou Mochen held her tightly around the waist and stopped her.

Xu Su struggled with great force, making it difficult for Zhou Mochen to hold the gun steady with his already injured right hand. Fearing that the gun might go off accidentally and hurt her, he simply lowered the muzzle.

He tucked the gun back into his waistband, hugged Xu Su tightly, looked at her tear-streaked face, and smiled, "Don't cry for other men, it will upset me."

Xu Su stared blankly at his icy face, her lips trembling: "What exactly did you do to him!"

From the moment they entered until now, Xi Zirong hasn't moved an inch, even with the loud gunfire.

Zhou Mochen's expression was cold and stern as he curled his lips in a mocking smile: "What did I do to him? I should have done this a long time ago. Back in your senior year of high school, I should have gotten rid of him without anyone noticing and thrown him into the sea to feed the sharks!"

If you were to ask Zhou Mochen what he regrets most, it would be not getting rid of Xi Zirong, this major threat, sooner, and tolerating him jumping around for so long.

Tolerating his repeated interference in his most cherished relationship was his bottom line!

Xu Su froze for a few seconds, then suddenly began to struggle frantically.

"Let me go!"

Xu Su used both hands and feet, kicking and biting, and actually managed to push him away a bit.

Her tears had dried, and she broke down, shouting, "If Xi Zirong really dies, then I won't live either! Zhou Mochen, you can just wait to collect our corpses!"

"Really?" Hearing her words, Zhou Mochen's expression didn't change: "They really are a pair of star-crossed lovers, going to commit suicide together?"

"You love him so much, you'd even die for him?" He sneered, seemingly unable to understand, and asked, "Then why are you with me? Why do you keep comforting me? Why do you give me hope? Why do you sleep with me?"

"We were so sweet together, you lied to me, didn't you?" Zhou Mochen's face was ashen as he viciously grabbed her neck. "You want to dabble in two men's beds for thrills, don't you? Does humiliating me, hurting me, destroying me give you more pleasure?"

"You clearly love him, yet you can lie beneath me. Xu Su, tell me, what's it like to have sex with a man you don't like?"

"No wonder you were so disgusted by the feeling of me sleeping with you. What did you get out of it? You tricked me so badly, what did you gain? Do you know that playing with my feelings comes at a price!"

Xu Su's neck was being choked, her face turning red, and she couldn't utter a single word, but her eyes still held hatred. She hated the madman in front of her.

He killed Xi Zirong!

He actually dared to kill Xi Zirong!

Zhou Mochen felt a sharp pain in his heart as she stared at him with hatred in her eyes. He wished he could die with her, and he tightened his grip on her hand.

Shen Chen, who hadn't moved since being shot, raised his head, stumbled to his feet, and lunged forward to stop him, saying, "If you want to strangle her, then use a little more force."

Reminded by him, Zhou Mochen seemed to snap out of his daze and hurriedly released his grip on Xu Su's neck.

The wound on his hand had already reopened, and the blood stained the bandage and Xu Su's neck.

She collapsed to the ground, coughed a few times while clutching her neck, and as soon as she caught her breath, she didn't care about anything else and immediately crawled towards Xi Zirong on all fours.

Zhou Mochen stared intently as Xu Su crawled toward another man, his dark eyes swirling with intense emotion, and he subtly moved his wrist.

“Xu Su, I’m warning you,” he pulled out his pistol again, his voice chillingly cold, “if you take another step toward him, I’ll take his life.”

Xu Su was stunned, then turned around abruptly: "He's not dead?"

Zhou Mochen closed his eyes, forced to accept the cruel fact that the girl's heart and soul were completely devoted to another man.

He gave a bitter smile: "Come here and say you love me, Xu Su. Say you love me, and I'll tell you whether he's dead or not."

Xu Su didn't have the strength to stand up, but she crawled towards Zhou Mochen without hesitation, repeatedly saying, "I love you... Zhou Mochen, I love you! Tell me, where did you hurt him?"

She said "I love you" to him many times, and it always sounded beautiful.

This time, however, it was utterly devastating.

The love she begged for, every word representing her love for Xi Zirong, made Zhou Mochen's hands tremble so much he could barely hold the gun, and the agony in his heart almost brought him to tears.

Zhou Mochen desperately controlled his breathing, slowly squatted down, looked Xu Su in the eye, and asked, unwilling to give up, "Tell me, do you love him or me?"

"I love you, I love you!" Xu Su grabbed his arm and cried, "But you can't kill him, Zhou Mochen. I'm sorry, we're all sorry. If he dies, I really can't live with a clear conscience!"

"Is that so?" he asked coolly, it was unclear whether he was referring to the first or the second sentence.

"If he doesn't die, you'll never be able to live a good life with me. I can't tolerate this. You don't have to love me, but you can't love anyone else, Su Su. You can't love anyone else, you know? I'm really in pain."

He was in so much pain that he almost thought he was going to die. Zhou Mochen's voice was hoarse, and with red eyes, he touched the pinch marks on Xu Su's neck: "Does it hurt? I hurt you again. I'm sorry, it won't happen again. So many of our arguments were because of him. If he were dead, there would be no more arguments."

Tears finally fell from his eyes. He tenderly kissed Xu Su's forehead, then abruptly stood up and raised his gun.