Chapter 269: Chapter 269: Don’t Leave After School (30)
“Heh, I cursed wrong? Your own deeds and I’m not allowed to speak of them? ‘If you don’t want others to know, don’t do it yourself.'” The girl sneered with disdain, “Apologize to me!”
“Or what?”
“Or you’re dead!”
“Oh.” Chuzheng kicked the girl back with indifference once again.
The people nearby didn’t even dare to breathe heavily.
If it were someone else, they would have come across as arrogant.
But the sense the girl in front of them gave was entirely different.
It was a sense of casualness that reached the ultimate level of indifference.
It was as if what she kicked wasn’t a person, just a trash can standing by the side of the road. She wasn’t happy, so she just kicked it.
Chuzheng took two steps forward, looking down at the girl lying in the bushes from above: “Still want me to apologize to you?”
Though she asked a question, no one present felt it was actually a question.
“You…” The girl’s face turned ashen as she pointed at Chuzheng, shaking with rage.
Chuzheng ignored the girl’s anger and slowly left under the fearful, astonished, and peculiar gazes of the onlooking students.
“Awesome…”
No one knew who managed to squeeze out those two words.
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Mother Xu was very persistent, blocking her at the school entrance every day. Later, Father Xu joined in, causing a huge uproar.
The school called Chuzheng for a talk, and Chuzheng offered to donate a building. The school leaders had nothing more to say, but still asked her to resolve the situation quickly, since it wasn’t good for the school’s image after all.
“This can’t go on like this.”
“Hmm, noisy.”
“…” Jih Cheng’s mouth twitched slightly with concern, “We still need to find a solution to this. It can’t continue like this every day.”
She didn’t care about the school’s rumors, but he did, and people were saying increasingly outrageous things.
Chuzheng thought for a moment: “Give them money.”
“Are you really going to give it to them?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Chuzheng said expressionlessly, “Having money doesn’t mean they’ll have a good life.”
Sometimes money isn’t such a good thing.
“But if you give it to them this time, they’ll cling to you in the future,” Jih Cheng disagreed, “You can’t give them the money.”
Jih Cheng knew all too well that those kinds of people were just like vampires.
Once they received a benefit, they’d be endless, until they bled you dry.
“Give enough in one go.”
“What do you mean?”
“Sever ties.”
Jih Cheng: “…”
Jih Cheng pressed his lips together, asking, “Doesn’t that make you sad?”
“Sad about what?”
“They are your parents, after all…” Yet they treat you like this, doesn’t it make you sad?
Just like Father Jih… sometimes when he thinks about it, it still hurts.
If Father Jih hadn’t misbehaved, would he even exist?
And what right did Father Jih have to place the blame on him?
Did he wish to be born as an illegitimate child?
He never had the right to choose in the first place.
“Not sad.” Chuzheng shook her head, her eyes still and quiet as she gazed towards the horizon, and then she repeated solemnly, “I’m not sad.”
Jih Cheng had an indescribable feeling.
It just felt like a heavy pressure in his chest.
He gently embraced Chuzheng.
Chuzheng rubbed his head, Jih Cheng’s hair wasn’t very soft, and Chuzheng found it uninteresting, so she pushed him away: “Let’s go back.”
Jih Cheng opened his mouth, asking, “Go back where?”
She had recently been sleeping over at his place a lot.
Jih Cheng was at an age full of vigor, and every time she stirred him up just right, she, however, would sleep as if nothing had happened.