Chapter 23 Lawsuit Won

Chapter 23: Winning the Lawsuit

He Angxiao's sudden fainting scared Chi Luoxi out of his wits.

Chi Luoxi caught He Angxiao’s body, and they both fell onto the soft living room carpet.

He Angxiao’s head rested limply in the crook of his neck, his breathing weak, his face pale as paper.

Chi Luoxi held He Angxiao, his mind going blank, then an overwhelming wave of panic hit him.

What should he do? What should he do?

What was wrong with He Angxiao? Could it be that he had made him so angry he died? Chi Luoxi was flustered and panicked, patting his face, checking his breath. Oh, he wasn’t dead.

“Honey! Honey, wake up… Don’t scare me… I’m sorry, I won’t skip class anymore, I won’t hide anymore… Wake up…”

Just as Chi Luoxi was at a loss for what to do, He Angxiao’s phone rang.

It was He Angxiao’s assistant, Riley.

Chi Luoxi grabbed the phone and spoke incoherently into it, pleading for help: “Riley! Riley! He Angxiao collapsed, I don’t know… I don’t know what happened, he just… just fell… I can’t wake him up… What should I do?”

Riley on the other end was clearly startled by the sudden situation, but years of professional composure quickly calmed her down: “Mr. Chi, don't panic. First, listen to me. I'm calling 911 right now and I'll tell them Mr. He has a history of overexertion and no known drug allergies. Get Mr. He's ID and papers ready, and wait for the ambulance. I’ll be there immediately!”

Chi Luoxi did as Riley said and gathered all of He Angxiao’s documents.

He kept checking the pulse on the side of He Angxiao’s neck: “Honey, hang in there.”

The medical staff arrived quickly and lifted He Angxiao onto a stretcher. Only then did Chi Luoxi feel like he'd been unfrozen, and he followed them.

At the hospital, they ran more tests.

“The patient experienced excessive emotional fluctuation, combined with severe hypoglycemia, lack of sleep, and overwork. His body activated its self-protective mechanism, causing temporary fainting. In simple terms, he was exhausted, hungry, and stressed.”

The doctor looked at the stunningly beautiful boy, dazed and with eyes swollen like peaches, and softened his voice: “We’ve given him glucose. It's not serious. He'll wake up after he rests. But you need to make sure he doesn't push himself like this again, and keep his emotions steady. Are you family?”

Chi Luoxi nodded.

The doctor didn’t ask further, gave a few instructions on care, and told Chi Luoxi to take good care of He Angxiao before leaving.

Riley also arrived and told Chi Luoxi he'd done a good job.

Chi Luoxi stayed by He Angxiao’s side.

Only a dim wall lamp was on in the ward, its soft light casting a gentle glow on He Angxiao’s sleeping profile, making him look much less intimidating, almost fragile.

He Angxiao seemed to have trouble sleeping; Chi Luoxi had seen lots of his pills at home, but he hadn't been taking them much lately.

He Angxiao slept for five hours and then opened his eyes. At first, his gaze was dazed and confused, staring blankly at the ceiling.

A few seconds later, he slowly turned his head, his gaze fell on the bedside and met Chi Luoxi's eyes.

Chi Luoxi leaned in close to He Angxiao's face, his joy and concern practically overflowing: “Honey, you’re awake. How do you feel? Are you still uncomfortable? The doctor said you're exhausted and need to rest.”

He Angxiao's eyes slowly focused. He lay there without speaking immediately, lifting the hand without the IV to rub his aching forehead, making an effort.

This motion pulled at the needle in his hand, and he winced slightly.

Chi Luoxi immediately asked nervously, “What's wrong, honey? Does the IV hurt? Should I call the nurse?”

He Angxiao shook his head, signaling it was fine. He lowered his hand, his gaze falling back on Chi Luoxi’s face, and took Chi Luoxi’s hand.

He Angxiao's thumb traced circles on the back of Chi Luoxi's hand.

After a long pause, He Angxiao finally spoke, his voice hoarse from sleeping and exhaustion: “…Where did you go?”

Chi Luoxi didn’t dare meet He Angxiao’s eyes. His voice was tiny, thick with guilt and regret: “I just went for a walk. I was afraid you’d scold me. I was wrong. I won’t skip class anymore, I promise. I’ll go to class properly. Don’t be angry anymore, and please don't pass out again. You scared me to death.”

As he spoke, his eyes reddened.

Chi Luoxi was genuinely terrified by He Angxiao’s collapse.

He hadn't expected He Angxiao would be so angry at him that he'd faint.

He Angxiao just looked at Chi Luoxi silently for a moment: “Alright, I'm hungry. Keep me company while I eat.”

Chi Luoxi nodded, got the food Riley had sent, scooped up a spoonful of soup, carefully blew on it to cool it, and then held it to He Angxiao's lips.

After eating, He Angxiao seemed to regain some strength. He told Chi Luoxi to put everything away and patted the empty space next to him.

The VIP ward bed was wide enough for two people.

“Come up here,” He Angxiao said. “Lie down with me for a bit.”

Chi Luoxi obediently took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, and lay down beside He Angxiao.

He turned on his side, facing He Angxiao, reached out to wrap his arms around He Angxiao’s waist, and pressed his face against his chest, feeling the fabric of the hospital gown.

He Angxiao was no longer hooked up to the IV. He wrapped his arms around Chi Luoxi and pulled him closer.

The two of them lay in the hospital bed, embracing each other.

Chi Luoxi leaned against He Angxiao’s chest, his earlier panic and lingering fear fading. He whispered, “Honey, you sleep. I’ll sing you to sleep.”

He softly hummed a simple melody that repeated a few notes.

He Angxiao closed his eyes, listening to the off-key yet tender humming: “…Where did you learn that?”

Chi Luoxi was embarrassed: “I saw it on TV. They do that to put kids to sleep.”

He Angxiao didn’t say anything more, just tightened his arms around him.

Chi Luoxi hummed earnestly. At first, he kept his eyes open, watching He Angxiao’s closed eyes and profile, checking if he'd fallen asleep.

Gradually, his humming grew softer, more muffled, and his eyelids grew heavier.

The one who wanted to put someone else to sleep ended up falling asleep himself.

The hand around He Angxiao’s waist loosened, going limp, his face pressed against He Angxiao’s chest, sleeping defenselessly.

He Angxiao wasn't asleep. After Chi Luoxi's breathing evened out, he slowly opened his eyes. In the dim light of the ward, he saw Chi Luoxi's sleeping face so close to his own.

Chi Luoxi’s complexion was good, a healthy, rosy glow, his cheeks soft and full. Not obvious at first glance, but if you pinched them, you'd know how good they felt—warm and smooth, showing he hadn't suffered while he was gone.

He slept so deeply, so peacefully, curled up in He Angxiao’s arms, as if this were the safest and warmest place in the world.

He Angxiao looked at him

Clearly, it was Chi Luoxi who had absolutely nothing and had to depend on He Angxiao to survive.

But at this moment, He Angxiao looked at Chi Luoxi in his arms, sleeping soundly, with a rosy complexion, as if he owned the entire world.

The one who had nothing seemed to be He Angxiao instead.

Chi Luoxi possessed pure joy, straightforward emotions, pure dependence and trust.

And He Angxiao possessed wealth, status, enviable abilities and appearance, yet his heart, like a barren wasteland, had never truly been filled.

The failed marriage of his parents left him with a complete distrust of relationships, the cutthroat business world accustomed him to scheming and putting interests first, and his long-term solitude robbed him of the ability and courage to build close connections with people.

He was like a king guarding a magnificent yet cold castle, piled high with gold and jewels, but empty of people.

And Chi Luoxi was like a little animal that had stumbled in by chance, barreling through the meticulously maintained cold order of He Angxiao, leaving a trail of messy marks.

Clearly, He Angxiao was the giver, the one in control, but looking at Chi Luoxi, so peaceful and content at this moment, He Angxiao realized for the first time that he was the one who was truly barren.

A full day and night.

Where could someone like Chi Luoxi go? With no connections in Jiangzhou and no basic survival skills, even a walk would lead nowhere—and how could he possibly avoid the surveillance cameras everywhere?

He Angxiao used his connections to check the surveillance footage of several main roads nearby, but none showed Chi Luoxi leaving.

He seemed to have vanished into thin air, disappearing from the enclosed space of that apartment, and then, at some point, reappearing in the living room just as mysteriously, staring at him in panic as He Angxiao fainted.

Chi Luoxi had come to this vast and unfamiliar city alone, hoping to find a hometown acquaintance who was supposedly working there.

But he couldn’t find that townsman, and he was tricked by the Chunhui group. That townsman lost contact with him too. In this city, the only person Chi Luoxi could rely on was He Angxiao.

Such a person, almost completely isolated from the outside world, with a social circle near zero, someone who might even get lost going out alone—how did he dare to leave that house without a phone, wallet, or even a decent jacket?

Logically, it made no sense at all.

Chi Luoxi was lying.

He Angxiao looked at Chi Luoxi in his arms, his gaze slowly darkened, turning inscrutable and hard to read.

He reached out and grasped Chi Luoxi’s fair wrist, which was lying outside the blanket. Chi Luoxi’s bones were very slender; He Angxiao could easily encircle the entire wrist with one hand, even with room to spare.

He Angxiao’s thumb stroked the faint bluish veins on the inside of Chi Luoxi’s wrist.

A dark thought surfaced uncontrollably: if a chain were fastened here and locked, it would probably look good, wouldn’t it?

Use a thin but sturdy chain, delicately designed so it wouldn’t chafe the skin, but impossible to remove.

Lock it onto this slender wrist or ankle, and simply tie the other end to He Angxiao’s wrist.

That way, Chi Luoxi would never be able to run away again.

He wouldn’t need to go out, wouldn’t need social interaction, wouldn’t have to deal with any random people, and wouldn’t need to attend any damn training courses.

Chi Luoxi’s range of activity would be confined to the apartment, and his only task every day would be to wait for He Angxiao to come home from work.

He wouldn’t need freedom, wouldn’t need friends, wouldn’t need any person or thing other than He Angxiao.

His world would contain only He Angxiao, and could only contain him.

This thought carried a morbid allure, making He Angxiao’s heart skip a beat, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the wrist.

Chi Luoxi felt discomfort in his sleep, letting out a vague murmur and gently struggling.

He Angxiao immediately loosened his hold, but the dark thought took root in his mind, impossible to shake off.

Sometimes he felt he was really sick in the head, like a contradictory, fragmented person.

On one hand, rationally, He Angxiao knew that Chi Luoxi couldn’t always depend on him to survive. What if one day He Angxiao grew tired or annoyed, or, as He Angxiao himself had predicted, when this transactional relationship ended? In Chi Luoxi’s current innocent, helpless state, leaving him would mean unimaginable suffering and hardship.

So He Angxiao had thought about sending Chi Luoxi to engage with society, even a distorted one, hoping he could become a little more socialized, understand a bit more about how the world works, and grow some protective fluff before his wings were fully fledged.

But on the other hand, deep down, He Angxiao was deeply addicted to Chi Luoxi’s complete dependence and adoration at this moment—those eyes reflecting only his shadow, calling only him “husband,” that warm, soft body seeking warmth and shelter only in his arms.

He enjoyed this feeling of being needed and looked up to.

He Angxiao even had the dark hope that Chi Luoxi would forever remain this naive and innocent, with only him in his heart and eyes, never looking at the outside world, never understanding complex human affairs—existing only by relying on him, and withering without him.

During that day and night when Chi Luoxi disappeared, He Angxiao searched everywhere, giving orders, but no one knew that his fingertips had been trembling uncontrollably the whole time.

He couldn’t stop thinking, what if Chi Luoxi never came back? What if he could never be found again?

He had given Chi Luoxi seemingly great freedom—didn’t restrict him from going out, didn’t interfere with his spending. He thought he was being tolerant and gentlemanly enough, having woven only a very soft net, unlike others.

But now He Angxiao realized that this net was full of holes.

Chi Luoxi seemed able to break free anytime he wanted.

The freedom he gave was too loose to truly bind Chi Luoxi.

Chi Luoxi had his own little temper, his own little secrets, and even a world completely unknown to He Angxiao—a thought that filled He Angxiao with anxiety.

As those dark thoughts surged, He Angxiao would think again: why make things so complicated?

Why pretend to be a gentleman and maintain that ridiculous sense of decency and respect? What he truly wanted was to possess Chi Luoxi completely, to have every part of him, inside and out, soul and body, branded with He Angxiao's mark, all belonging to him, and only him.

Gentleman or not, beast or not.

He Angxiao oscillated between these two extremes, pulled in opposite directions, unable to find a stable foothold that would let him feel secure.

Hypocritical, powerless, self-loathing.

He Angxiao clearly had the ability and means to achieve total possession easily. Chi Luoxi knew nothing, simple as a blank slate, almost completely defenseless against him. With just a little trick and some effort, not even requiring much skill, he could make Chi Luoxi rely on him completely, unable to leave him.

Every time this thought became clear, whenever He Angxiao looked into Chi Luoxi’s eyes, guilt would arise.

He couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He Angxiao struggled in this vortex of contradictions, with no trace of sleepiness, until Chi Luoxi stirred in his arms and woke up.

Chi Luoxi found He Angxiao looking at him with open eyes, one hand still holding his wrist.

Chi Luoxi nuzzled him and apologized sincerely: “Honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you angry.”

Seeing that the first thing Chi Luoxi did upon waking was apologize, the dark thoughts and conflicting emotions churning inside He Angxiao subsided a bit.

He let go of Chi Luoxi’s wrist and instead caressed his cheek. He Angxiao did not continue to press about his disappearance, nor did he get angry. Instead, he conceded: “It’s okay. I just suddenly felt unwell. If you don’t like going, you don’t have to go.”

He Angxiao’s sudden reasonableness and easy concession caught Chi Luoxi off guard.

Chi Luoxi wondered if He Angxiao was still angry, or if he was being sarcastic.

Seeing that He Angxiao really didn’t seem angry, Chi Luoxi finally said, sounding hurt: “That place sucks. That guy named Yu Wu and the others, they said really nasty things, always making fun of me, and they deliberately broke my notebook and spilled coffee on it.”

“It was so annoying. I didn’t want to go.”

Listening to him, He Angxiao realized that Chi Luoxi had been hiding at home and skipping class because he was being bullied there.

“…Why didn’t you tell me?”

Chi Luoxi replied, “Honey, you’re so busy with work and come home late every day. I didn’t want to trouble you.”

He Angxiao was taken aback by his words.

He wanted Chi Luoxi to be both strong and independent, yet also completely dependent. He pushed him out of his comfort zone, but couldn’t stand to see him suffer the slightest grievance outside.

He Angxiao leaned down and gently kissed Chi Luoxi’s smooth forehead, then kissed the corner of his eye, following the bridge of his nose, and finally, kissed his lips.

“Such a good boy,” He Angxiao’s voice was low and hoarse, carrying a tenderness Chi Luoxi had never heard before. “I’ll never yell at you again, okay?”

Caught off guard by this sudden tenderness and kisses, Chi Luoxi’s ears turned red, and his heartbeat unconsciously quickened. He blinked and nodded dazedly.

He Angxiao’s tone grew even softer: “From now on, no matter what grievances you suffer or what upsets you, you must tell me. Don’t keep it bottled up anymore, and definitely don’t just run off like this time without saying anything. I’ll worry, you know?”

Chi Luoxi looked at him: “Mm, I know. Honey, I’ll tell you everything from now on.”

Seeing him so obedient and trusting, He Angxiao tightened his arms, pulling Chi Luoxi closer, resting his chin on his head, taking a deep breath, and slowly letting it out.

Tell him everything? Probably not.

Chi Luoxi was indeed a bit unaccustomed to He Angxiao’s sudden change.

He was used to He Angxiao’s sternness, occasional indulgence, and frequent inexplicable behavior.

This unusually gentle He Angxiao made him feel a little uneasy. He obediently nestled in He Angxiao’s arms and confirmed again: “Honey, are you really not angry anymore? I really don’t have to go to that class anymore?”

“Mm, I’m not angry. You don’t have to go. That class was useless anyway. From now on, whatever you want to learn or do, tell me, and I’ll arrange something else for you.”

Chi Luoxi let out an “Oh” and said nothing more.

A couple of days after He Angxiao was discharged from the hospital and was still recuperating at home, Yu Wu’s WeChat contact, which Chi Luoxi had barely messaged—except for the previous mocking and threatening messages—suddenly popped up with a new notification.

A long apology voice message.

Chi Luoxi hesitated for a moment, then tapped to open it.

Yu Wu’s voice came through the speaker, completely different from his usual arrogant, domineering tone, filled with humility and fear.

“Xiao Chi, are you there? It’s me, Yu Wu. I… I want to apologize to you. Really, I’m so, so sorry. It was my fault before. I was jealous of you, seeing how good-looking you are and… and having a boyfriend like Mr. He who dotes on you. I felt unbalanced and always wanted to pick on you, say those nasty things, and… and deliberately broke your notebook. I’m just a petty person. Don’t lower yourself to my level. That notebook, I’ll buy you a new one. And I won’t show up in front of you anymore. I’m really sorry. I hope… you can forgive me this time. And… I hope Mr. He will… let me off…”

The voice message ended there.

Chi Luoxi could roughly guess who was behind this complete change of attitude.

It must be He Angxiao.

Chi Luoxi didn’t feel any feeling of revenge fulfilled in his heart. Instead, he felt a strange, indescribable sensation.

He didn’t like Yu Wu and hated what he had done, but seeing the other person grovel out of fear of He Angxiao, like a dog begging for mercy, he felt that maybe it wasn’t necessary to go that far.

Still, getting a new laptop and not having to go to that annoying training class anymore, or see Yu Wu and his friends, made him pretty happy.

Chi Luoxi thought for a moment and then politely replied: I accept your apology.

Chi Luoxi was delighted to be free. Not having to go to that headache-inducing gold-digging class anymore felt like a godsend.

Before long, a few people came to the house, saying they got a maintenance request about the network and came to check the lines.

He Angxiao said to Chi Luoxi, who was watching curiously, “The home network hasn’t been great lately. Let them check it. You keep doing your thing, don’t worry about it.”

Chi Luoxi said “Oh” and didn’t think much of it. Holding a throw pillow, he watched the workers use instruments to carefully inspect the lines and ports in the living room, study, and even the bedroom and balcony.

He completely forgot about this little thing, quickly shifting his attention back to the TV screen.

Another two days passed, and He Angxiao handed him a brand-new phone. It was the same brand as his old one, but a newer model.

He Angxiao said, “Your old one is outdated and is laggy in games. I’ve already transferred everything over.”

Chi Luoxi took the new phone. Everything from before had been seamlessly migrated.

But his old phone wasn’t laggy either.

Still, He Angxiao was used to giving him things, so Chi Luoxi didn’t find it strange.

Life seemed to go back to its usual routine.

Until the lawyer Hao Fan called to inform him that the case with Chunhui was going to court.

On the day of the trial, He Angxiao didn’t go.

He had his assistant, Riley, accompany Chi Luoxi.

The courtroom was small, with a solemn atmosphere.

Chi Luoxi sat in the plaintiff’s seat, feeling a bit tense and nervous.

Hao Fan gave Chi Luoxi a reassuring look, signaling him not to be nervous.

On Chunhui’s side, Manager Yang appeared.

Manager Yang’s expression was grim. In court, she clearly didn’t have the domineering attitude she had at Chunhui.

The trial began. Hao Fan, the plaintiff’s lawyer, began his opening statement.

He didn’t dwell too much on the details of the contract—though those details were also problematic—but instead focused on Chi Luoxi as a person and the circumstances under which he signed the contract.

He was just eighteen, a young man from a remote mountainous area, who lost his parents early, lived with his grandfather, and after his grandfather passed away, had to come alone to a strange big city to make a living.

He deliberately emphasized Chi Luoxi’s loneliness, helplessness, and lack of education.

“…Such a child, with nothing but the basic desire to survive in the city, because he was naive, uninformed, and ignorant of the law, and more importantly, because of the other party’s deliberate inducement and deception, signed a contract—called a work agreement—without understanding its contents or the situation he would face. A contract filled with grossly unequal rights and obligations, fraud, and coercion.”

Hao Fan turned to the defendant’s seat and looked at Manager Yang: “This contract was not an equal agreement but a one-sided plundering, the ruthless exploitation of a helpless, isolated teenager, a blatant trampling on basic human conscience and fairness!”

Manager Yang across the aisle turned pale and flushed. She couldn’t help but interrupt, blustering: “He signed it himself! Black and white—his own free will! We didn’t force him!”

Hao Fan picked up a copy of the Chunhui contract and another document he grabbed at random.

He walked over to Chi Luoxi and handed both documents to him: “Chi Luoxi, can you understand what is written in these two documents? Especially the one you signed at Chunhui—when you signed it, did anyone explain the contents to you clause by clause? Do you know what the breach of contract terms actually mean? Do you know what the scope of work includes?”

Chi Luoxi shook his head.

"I can't understand it."

Hao Fan turned to the judge, his tone even more earnest: "Your Honor, as my client has stated, he simply cannot understand the content of the contract. For a person who hasn't even graduated from high school and has lived in an isolated environment for a long time, faced with such a professional and complex contract, without receiving any reasonable explanation or notification, the legal validity of his voluntary signing—whether his true intent was expressed—I believe the answer is self-evident."

"This is entirely a case of one party exploiting the other's ignorance, hardship, and weak position to induce, or even implicitly coerce, them into signing an unfair contract. Such contracts should be deemed voidable or invalid."

Hao Fan turned the rest of the trial into a one-man show.

Lawyers are natural performers.

He cited classical references and legal precedents, analyzing clause by clause, laying out the loopholes and unfair provisions in Chunhui's contract before the court.

On Manager Yang's side, the lawyer repeatedly emphasized that the contract was signed voluntarily and that there was a signature as proof, which seemed feeble and unconvincing.

In the end, after deliberation, the judge rendered a verdict right then.

The court upheld the plaintiff Chi Luoxi's claims, ruling that the contract signed between Chunhui and Chi Luoxi was voidable due to fraud and gross unfairness.

It ordered Chunhui to refund the training fees, deposits, and other amounts that had been deducted under various pretexts, and to pay Chi Luoxi the labor compensation he should have received during his employment at Chunhui, meeting the minimum wage standard.

As for claims for emotional distress damages, they were not supported due to insufficient evidence, but the core demands—invalidating the contract and refunding the money—were fully granted.

The lawsuit was won!

Walking out of the courtroom, Chi Luoxi was still a bit dazed.

He saw the relaxed smiles on Hao Fan's and Riley's faces and heard Hao Fan say to him, "Xiao Chi, we won."

A joy of vindication and delayed realization slowly welled up inside him.

He had won!

Chi Luoxi's admiration for Hao Fan instantly reached a new height.

Having knowledge and understanding of the law was truly powerful. It could protect oneself and beat the bad guys.

But within this admiration, there was also a slight twinge of unease. Lawyer Hao, in court, had described him as practically illiterate to highlight his ignorance and vulnerability.

Chi Luoxi felt a bit uncomfortable.

He used to not think that being illiterate or uneducated was a big deal—back in the mountains, everyone was pretty much the same.

But coming to the city, experiencing Chunhui's deception, and seeing how Hao Fan had helped him win the lawsuit, he now felt that being illiterate was really not good.

People cheat you. People look down on you.

Knowledge can truly create wealth, protect you, and earn the respect of others.

When he got home, He Angxiao was already back. Seeing Chi Luoxi come in, he asked, "How did it go?"

"We won!" Chi Luoxi's eyes sparkled. He ran over to He Angxiao, his tone exuberant. "Honey, we won! Lawyer Hao was amazing! He left Manager Yang at a loss for words! The judge ruled that Chunhui must pay me back!"

He Angxiao: "Good to hear you won."

Chi Luoxi leaned against him, still excitedly chattering about the trial details—how awesome Hao Fan had been, how awful Manager Yang's expression was.

As he talked, he suddenly remembered something. He sat up straight in He Angxiao's embrace, turned around to face him, and his expression became serious.

"Honey," Chi Luoxi called out, looking at He Angxiao, "I want to go to school too!"

He Angxiao was taken aback by this sudden declaration and asked, "School? What school?"

"I mean, get an education. I didn't even graduate from high school. I still want to get my diploma, go to college, learn a lot, be like Lawyer Hao! I want to become awesome too!"

He Angxiao, seeing his determined and motivated look, readily agreed: "Sure. If you want to learn something, we can arrange it."

Chi Luoxi's eyes grew even brighter: "Really? Can I go to school?"

Almost without thinking, He Angxiao vetoed that idea: "You're not cut out for group life."

He looked at Chi Luoxi's face, which had instantly fallen a bit, and softened his tone: "With so many people, you're too naive—easily taken advantage of, just like in the training class, with that Yu Wu and others. Study at home. A private tutor, one-on-one, will teach you. No one will disturb you or dare to bully you. Isn't that better?"

Chi Luoxi listened to him, blinked, and recalled being isolated, mocked, and having his notebook vandalized by Yu Wu at the training class.

He thought what He Angxiao said made some sense. He really wasn't good at dealing with people. He trusted easily and got bullied easily.

If he went to school, what if he met someone like Yu Wu again?

"Kind-hearted radishes" get bullied everywhere.

"...Fine, I'll study at home."

He Angxiao, seeing him obediently give in, pulled him into his arms and rested his chin on his head. "Studying at home is the same. Whatever you want to learn, I'll support you. I'll hire the best teachers. It'll be much better than going to school. And even if you don't learn well, those teachers won't call you stupid."

That last sentence completely hit Chi Luoxi's soft spot.

Chi Luoxi: "...I'm not that stupid, am I? It's just that I learn slowly."

He Angxiao: "...As you say."

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Author's note: CEO He, this shady bastard, hehehe.

Little Luobei: I'm not that stupid, am I?