After I died, I became the white moonlight of the crazy villain.

"No, no!"

I hurriedly tried to explain, but my anxiety only made things worse. I stood up and knocked over the soup in the ceramic bowl.

Ge Zeyu snorted coldly, hung the things he was holding on the door, and turned away without looking back.

My heart skipped a beat, and I chased after him without even bothering to wipe the stains off my clothes.

By the time I was in my senior year of high school, Ge Zeyu was already close to 1.85 meters tall. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't catch up with him. When I ran outside, I saw him already getting into the Ge family's Maybach, nicknamed "Leopard".

I chased after him for quite a while.

Until the car disappeared into the strange entrance of the villa area, I was exhausted and my legs gave way, causing me to fall straight down.

My knee slammed into the ground, and the pain brought tears to my eyes.

Then, through my teary vision, I seemed to see two lamps.

I heard the sound of a car door opening and closing.

The next second, a shadow fell over my head.

"Jiang Wanying, what are you doing? Who are you trying to fool with this self-inflicted injury act?"

Ge Zeyu's voice was cold, but after he finished speaking, he bent down and picked me up.

Suddenly, a scene flashed through my mind: after I died in my past life, he appeared at the Jiang residence holding me.

My nose suddenly stung with tears.

Song Chenhao was indeed quite capable back then. After overcoming the crisis during his senior year of college, his company suddenly became a rising star in the industry.

Not to mention that later, he also acquired the Jiang family, which he had swindled from me, and at that time his assets had indeed become the richest in Shanghai.

Many of the Jiang family's former close business partners and my friends rushed to curry favor with Song Chenhao.

Even those who had once owed the Jiang family a debt of gratitude avoided me like the plague when they later received my calls for help.

Only Ge Zeyu, who was seriously injured after just completing a military mission and hadn't even received treatment, contacted me immediately.

Even though he found my corpse, he still sent me back to the Jiang family and arrested Song Chenhao and Bian Jiahui to avenge me.

But in my past life, I was blind and delusional. After listening to Song Chenhao's repeated provocations, I actually thought that Ge Zeyu was a good-for-nothing second-generation rich kid who only knew how to do evil by relying on his family background.

Ge Zeyu was carrying me when he suddenly stopped, perhaps because my tears had wet his shirt.

He glanced down at me, then froze. "I didn't bully you, why are you crying!"

Ge Zeyu choked on his words, but his voice clearly betrayed his helplessness.

"I didn't say you bullied me."

"Is that knee pain?"

After asking the question, Ge Zeyu didn't wait for my answer, picked me up and put me in the car, and told the driver to go to the hospital.

Half an hour later, after my wound was bandaged, I limped out of the medical room and saw Ge Zeyu leaning against the wall outside, waiting for me.

He still had that arrogant, roguish look, but when he saw me come out, he still gave me a hand.

I just realized that Ge Zeyu, despite his intimidating appearance, is actually tough on the outside but soft on the inside.

Moreover, although he was a school bully and everyone was a little afraid of him, it seemed that the people he disciplined at school were those who did all sorts of evil and engaged in bullying.

On the way back, I remembered that he had hit Song Chenhao, and I couldn't help but ask him about it.

Why did you reprimand Song Chenhao a few days ago?

Ge Zeyu glanced at me. "You want to know?"

I nodded, and I saw a hint of sarcasm and contempt creep onto his face. "He bought your nanny's maid a bag, an LV, for thirteen thousand."

Others may not know, but my parents have connections with the Ge family, so they naturally know Song Chenhao's identity.

How could a poor high school student who relies on others for financial aid afford an LV bag worth over ten thousand yuan? He doesn't even need to think to know whose money it is.

After he finished speaking, he gave me a disdainful look and said, "Jiang Wanying, you need to go to the hospital to get your brain and eyes checked."

"If I told you that my mind and eyesight are both fine now, would you not transfer schools?"

Ge Zeyu snorted coldly and didn't respond.

I didn't expect him to change his opinion of me overnight. Right now, I just don't want him to transfer schools, like in my past life, to go to the army to do the most dangerous missions to hone himself because of what I said.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes. We agreed on two months! Let's make it a two-month trial period! If you find that I'm mentally sound, please be magnanimous and forget what I said to you before. Don't transfer schools, okay? We've known each other for so many years. Before, I was out of my mind and was deceived by people, and I offended a lot of people. If you just leave like this, won't I be left without anyone to protect me if I get bullied in the future?"

While I was talking to Ge Zeyu, the driver had already arrived at my house.

Seeing that he didn't refuse again, which was considered an admission, I breathed a sigh of relief, thanked Uncle Ge's driver, and returned to the Jiang family.

After I got back, Li Yaqin handed me a name tag, saying she saw it hanging on the door.

I said "oh" and then realized that I had lost my name tag at school. It turned out that I had left it with Ge Zeyu, and he had just brought it to me.

I put the bag away and was about to go upstairs when Li Yaqin seemed to remember something and continued to speak to me.

"Not long after you left, Young Master Song packed a lot of things and left."

Li Yaqin said she left, not that she went out.

I raised an eyebrow in surprise. I went upstairs and took a look, only to find that the laptop I bought for Song Chenhao and some other valuables were gone. The wardrobe was also half empty, and several haute couture clothes were gone, leaving only a few ordinary coats and pants.

It looked exactly like someone who had run away from home.

I was still thinking about when to kick Song Chenhao out of the Jiang family, but before I could even speak, he had already left on his own.

The next morning, Bian Jiahui and I took a car to school together, and we saw that Song Chenhao was already in his seat.

A large group of classmates surrounded him, praising him like a star.

"Song, the school heartthrob, is amazing! He just said it yesterday, and he's already rented the lab today."

The person who praised him the most was our class's arts and culture representative, Xiang Jiao.

My family is in the real estate business. They have some money, but not much. They always see me wearing designer clothes and say behind my back that I'm pretentious. We've never gotten along.

When she saw me come in, she said something sarcastic.

"Unlike some people who say the grapes are sour because they can't reach them! Don't worry, Song, participating in this competition will bring honor to our class and school. If you run out of money later, just let us know. We're all classmates, and we'll definitely support you wholeheartedly!"

I asked him why he suddenly left last night. It turns out he took the money his classmate gave him, rented a lab, and moved in by himself.

I curled my lips into a smile, deciding not to pay them any attention.

As a result, Xiang Jiao saw that I was ignoring her and was getting more and more excited, so she stretched out her leg and blocked my table.

"Jiang Wanying, if I were you, I wouldn't even have the nerve to stay in this classroom. School heartthrob Song lives in the lab so he can focus on his research and bring glory to the class. What rich kid would endure that kind of hardship? Since you're so uncooperative, I think you might as well transfer to another class."

Xiang Jiao's words almost made me laugh. I glanced at Song Chenhao, who was drawing a design on the table with great seriousness, seemingly ignoring what Xiang Jiao said.

I chuckled softly, raised an eyebrow, and asked Xiang Jiao, "He told you he was living in the lab so he could focus on his research and bring honor to the class?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Chenhao stopped writing.