Redemption from the Abyss: The School Beauty Insists on Pulling Me Out of the Mire

The online frenzy continues, with the trending topic's popularity snowballing.

But in room 1602, the scorching hot computer finally shut down.

The noise was shut out through the screen, leaving only the faint hum of the air conditioner in the room.

Xie Wang leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath. The tension that had been building up all day finally eased. He turned his head and saw Su Qinghe looking at him sideways.

Their eyes met in the air.

Looking at the young man who had just stirred up the entire capital with his own strength, and seeing the lingering sorrow in his eyes, Su Qinghe's heart softened completely.

She suddenly reached out and gently poked Xie Wang's shallow dimples, which only appeared when he smiled:

"Thank you, that's impressive."

"They've completely ripped open the sky for the Tianlong Group."

Xie Wang caught her mischievous fingers, kissed them, and his peach blossom eyes filled with subtle smiles:

"That's right, don't you even know whose boyfriend he is?"

The two looked at each other, and then, unable to contain themselves, they both burst out laughing.

As he laughed, Su Qinghe leaned closer and pressed his forehead against Su Qinghe's.

"Thank you for your vain."

"Um?"

"Thank you."

"fool."

Xie Wang turned his head and, on this tranquil ruin that belonged to them, in the heart of the impending storm, gently and devoutly kissed her lips.

This kiss was simply the embracing and relief of two young hearts after a desperate comeback.

Tonight, I can finally get a good night's sleep.

……

[The following day, 9:30 AM]

The stock market opens.

For Tianlong Group, today is a Black Friday, but for the two people in room 1602, it's a green celebration.

Wow.

Xie Wang, holding a glass of milk and looking at the stock trading app on his phone, whistled:

"The stock opened at its daily limit down; Mr. Gu will probably need to take nitroglycerin pills today."

-10.00%

This means that in just one morning, Gu Tianlong's net worth evaporated by billions.

The television news is broadcasting an emergency interruption:

"...Affected by the 'money laundering scandal' exposed online last night, the stock prices of Tianlong Group and its affiliated companies have all collapsed. The Securities and Futures Commission and the Economic Crime Investigation Division entered Tianlong Building early this morning to investigate the relevant financial situation..."

In the footage, the once-arrogant Tianlong Building was surrounded by reporters. Several security guards were struggling to maintain order, while the usually haughty executives were now covering their heads with their clothes and hurriedly getting into their cars like rats crossing the street.

Su Qinghe took a bite of toast, looked at the news, and said calmly:

"Looks like he'll be busy with this."

"Hmm." Xie Wang turned off the TV and peeled an egg for her in a good mood. "Cutting losses, dealing with inspections, appeasing shareholders, filling the funding gap... at least for the next period of time, he definitely won't have the time to cause us any trouble."

……

The next three days were the most relaxing and precious time of the entire summer vacation.

Just as Xie Wang had predicted, Gu Tianlong, overwhelmed with problems, had no choice but to withdraw all his attention from Su Qinghe and his group in order to protect his business empire.

The black-clad bodyguards that Uncle Chung arranged downstairs were even a bit "unemployed" and bored. Every day, besides taking turns on guard duty, they would play cards under the shade of the trees.

In room 1602, the pace of life shifted back to that of a campus drama.

"Xie Wang, have you really finished your summer homework?"

"I'm done! I'm done! Teacher Su, you've checked it for the eighth time!"

"The solution to this derivative problem is too brief; you'll lose points for the steps in the college entrance exam."

"...Okay, I'll finish it."

The cicadas outside the window were still chirping noisily, but the atmosphere inside the room was filled with a sense of tranquility.

Together they organized the senior year review materials, and together they ironed the few clean and neatly washed No. 1 High School uniforms and hung them in the most conspicuous place in the wardrobe.

The tension of about to head to a new battlefield gradually replaced the previous sense of crisis.

……

[August 31, Evening]

Tomorrow is September 1st.

The official start of the school year.

Su Qinghe stuffed the last few reference books into his backpack and zipped it up.

She turned around and looked at Xie Wang standing on the balcony.

The boy, dressed in a simple white T-shirt, leaned against the railing, gazing at the brightly lit night view of Jiangcheng in the distance. The evening breeze ruffled the wisps of hair on his forehead, revealing a pair of clear and resolute eyes.

So much happened during those short two months of summer vacation.

They are like two vines growing wildly in the wind and rain, from initial unfamiliarity to now being inseparable.

"What are you looking at?" Su Qinghe walked over and stood beside him.

"Let's visit Jiangcheng No.1 High School."

Xie Wang pointed to the outline of the campus disappearing into the night in the distance:

"Starting tomorrow, that will be our new battlefield."

He turned his head and looked at Su Qinghe.

Under the moonlight, the girl's eyebrows and eyes remained aloof, but there was warmth in her eyes.

"Su Qinghe".

"Um?"

"You're in your final year of high school." Xie Wang held out his hand, palm up, and offered it to her. "Are you ready?"

Su Qinghe looked at that slender, well-defined hand.

There was a small band-aid on her palm, a badge left to protect her.

She smiled.

Her bright and exuberant smile reflected the fearlessness of an eighteen-year-old.

She reached out and slapped his palm hard, then intertwined her fingers:

"Always be prepared."

"See you at our school, Xie Wang."

See you at school.

The storm has temporarily subsided, but the ships have already set sail.

Their golden age has only just begun.