Chapter 7: Encountering the Murderer and Executioner Again

Chapter 7: Running Into the Murderer and the Executioner Again

After Fu Yan spoke, he didn't look at the young man again. He bent down, got into the car, and as he sat, the door closed.

Perhaps offended by the kid's audacious request, or perhaps, after refusing the kid, a trace of irritation stirred inside him.

The car started and slowly drove off. As the car started moving, Fu Yan couldn't help turning his head to look at Du Yang through the window.

From Fu Yan's perspective, he saw Du Yang lower his head, then suddenly lift it to look at the sky.

It seemed a tear slid down his pale cheek. He didn't have time to look closely before Du Yang was out of sight.

Such a crybaby?

Just one sentence and he started crying.

Fu Yan closed his eyes wearily, leaning back in the rear seat to rest.

Looking up and blinking could hold the tears back.

Du Yang raised a hand to wipe the lingering tears from his cheek, watching the black Maybach disappear into the distance.

Du Yang, get a grip.

You just met Fu Yan for the first time; he's naturally aloof. Don't give up just because of one comment from him.

After all, even when he got into the private elevator, he didn't kick you out.

In your past life, he was so kind. Just give him a little more time.

You have to keep going for Grandma's sake.

In this life, you can't let Grandma get hurt again.

Du Yang tightened his grip on his backpack straps, turned, and walked toward the subway station into the biting wind.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the gate of A University was brightly lit, with few students coming or going.

Du Yang got off the subway and walked along the sidewalk with his head down. When he reached the school gate, he looked up at the bold, imposing full name of the university carved on the entrance sign.

In his past life, that bastard He Lin had tricked him into focusing all his energy on livestreaming, striving to be worthy of him, learning a bunch of useless stuff, and eventually dropping his studies.

By the time he died, he had failed so many courses that he got expelled.

In this life, he would study hard.

Du Yang looked away and was about to head into campus when he spotted two familiar figures coming out from inside in the distance.

As they got closer, Du Yang recognized them: one was Lu Yu, who had set him on fire in his past life, and the other was He Lin, the executioner who had deceived him from the start and ruined everything for him.

"Du Yang, I'm He Lin. The first time I saw you, I fell for you."

"Du Yang, be my boyfriend."

"Du Yang, studying is useless. You still have to make money after graduation. You're so poor; focus on livestreaming. Sweet-talk the big tippers and the money will roll in."

"Du Yang, you don't know anything. My parents will look down on you for being shabby. Go learn some manners..."

...

"Du Yang, I never really liked you. The one I like is Xiao Yu!"

"I got close to you just to help Xiao Yu. He hates you..."

"What couple in a relationship has never even kissed once? You're too stupid to notice."

...

His mind was flooded with He Lin's past mockery and belittling words. Du Yang stood at the gate, gripping his backpack straps tightly, trying to control the nausea in his stomach.

He Lin was getting closer, seemingly spotting him too. The voice in his mind turned sharp, his ears started ringing, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

On a winter night at nine, there were few people coming or going through the school gate.

He Lin noticed Du Yang standing there, staring straight at him.

He immediately recognized him as Du Yang, the newly crowned campus heartthrob of A University. His face was truly stunning; even in shabby, plain clothes, his charm was hard to hide.

But the look in his eyes as he stared seemed full of hatred?

He was sure they had never even met before.

Du Yang seemed not only to hate him but to be sickened by him.

Because as they passed each other, Du Yang suddenly turned away, bent over, and threw up.

He Lin hesitated inside, but his body had already stepped forward to steady the swaying Du Yang.

"Hey man, you okay?" He Lin held Du Yang's arm with one hand while patting his back with the other.

"Get away from me!"

Du Yang shook He Lin off as if he'd seen a ghost, stumbling backward two steps and forcing himself to stay upright.

After throwing up, the ringing in his ears and the noise stopped. Du Yang panted heavily, staring hard at He Lin to keep him from coming any closer.

He Lin looked at Du Yang helplessly, feeling a pang of discomfort. It seemed Du Yang really did hate him.

Lu Yu, standing nearby, stepped forward and took He Lin's arm, shooting Du Yang a jealous, disdainful glance.

"Brother Lin, he's so rude. Just leave him alone. Don't bother with him."

He Lin pressed his lips together, saying nothing, his gaze still fixed on Du Yang.

"So shabbily dressed and so rude. Just like they say—a person's manners reflect their upbringing. His parents are probably rude poor people just like him."

Lu Yu didn't bother hiding his disgust. Du Yang was dressed shabbily but still looked so good.

Now even He Lin, at first sight, was showing him so much concern. He really hated Du Yang.

Poor and pretentious, relying only on a pretty face.

He just didn't like this person, plain and simple.

"Xiao Yu, that's enough." He Lin frowned and cut him off, finding his words very unpleasant.

"Brother Lin, I just can't stand him being rude to you..." Lu Yu let go of He Lin's arm, putting on an aggrieved act.

"Xiao Yu, don't get upset. I know you're doing this for me..."

Du Yang felt sick to his stomach again.

He turned and walked away, not wanting to look at this sickening pair for another second, as they were all over each other in front of him.

So these two bastards were already together this early?

Not surprising—the He and Lu families were both wealthy families in Haicheng, so it was normal for them to know each other.

He was such an idiot. It was so obvious so many times, and he still didn't catch on.

He could only blame himself for being slow and too desperate for affection.

The slightest kindness from He Lin, and he clung to it like a lifeline.

But he remembered that in his past life, Lu Yu had always liked Fu Yan, pining after him with no luck.

So it looked like He Lin was just another simp for Lu Yu.

If simps had levels, He Lin would be at the top.

He let Lu Yu string him along and frame him.

"Du Yang, do you want me to walk you back to the dorm?"

Du Yang sneered and quickened his pace, completely ignoring He Lin's voice calling after him.

"Lin-ge, you seem really concerned about that Du Yang," Lu Yu said, jealousy dripping in his voice, feeling even more annoyed to see He Lin still staring after Du Yang.

He Lin tore his gaze away and smiled at Lu Yu. "I'm not concerned about Du Yang. He's a classmate—I'd ask anyone the same thing."

Lu Yu's smile returned. "Lin-ge, you're still so sweet and caring."

"Let's go. The driver's already waiting outside," He Lin said, pointing to the driver by the school gate.

Lu Yu looked excitedly at the ridiculously flashy Pagani parked at the entrance.

He Lin had specially asked his driver to come pick Lu Yu up and take him back to the apartment.

Even though Lu Yu and his mother were part of the Lu family, his grandmother had never allowed him to buy luxury sports cars.

The sedan the old woman bought him was only worth a little over two million yuan—bought for his coming-of-age ceremony, the only car that truly belonged to him.

The Lu family was so wealthy, but because he wasn't his grandmother's biological grandson, he was treated differently.

Lu Yu happily got into the passenger seat, tilting his head with a sweet smile and waving goodbye to He Lin.

After sending Lu Yu off, He Lin turned around and headed back into the school, pulling out his phone. On the school forum, he found a trending post about Du Yang.

He found Du Yang's dorm address in the replies, put away his phone, and walked toward Du Yang's dorm, feeling expectant.

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