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The ashtray was piled high with cigarette butts, and ashes had fallen onto his pants and the floor. Cheng Zhou looked at him with some disdain, keeping a distance.
"Are you laughing at me?"
Cheng Zhou, dressed in a black coat over a black suit, clearly had just come from the office.
"I was asked to come and beat you up."
Jiang Shiyu merely curled his lips in a half-hearted manner, looking as if he were on the verge of death. "Come on!"
Cheng Zhou considered for a moment before approaching him, grabbing his collar and throwing a punch. Jiang Shiyu didn't make a sound, only smirked lightly. "Haven't you eaten?"
Cheng Zhou's expression darkened as he increased the force of his punch, causing blood to seep from Jiang Shiyu's mouth. He tugged at the corner of his aching lips, which only seemed to stretch wider in pain. He felt the sting clearly; he deserved it.
Seeing that Jiang Shiyu showed no sign of resistance, like a dead fish, Cheng Zhou instantly lost interest in hitting him. He would have preferred if Jiang Shiyu had jumped up and fought back; it would have been better than this—he didn't want to feel like he was bullying someone weaker.
Feeling somewhat guilty, he released Jiang Shiyu's collar and sat down beside him, lighting a cigarette. He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, crossing one leg over the other. After taking a second drag, he said, "Yun liked you a lot when she was younger. I remember she was just a little girl."
It seemed like she was fifteen or maybe fourteen; he couldn't quite recall.
Jiang Shiyu's dull eyes suddenly froze, something indescribable surging within them. He looked at Cheng Zhou, who continued when he finally saw some reaction: "I only know she liked you when she was young because you two had met before—you helped her."
He couldn't remember the details clearly; all he recalled was that Shu Ran had told him about it while he was busy with homework and hadn't really listened to her gossip.
Jiang Shiyu felt an unspoken string within him being plucked, sending ripples of tremors through him that lingered for a long time. He was stunned.
At that time, she could only see you on Friday afternoons because from Monday to Thursday she had to stay at school. On weekends she had classes; only on Fridays did she consistently go to Fuxing Road to see you.
She often asked Shu Ran to bring you things, but they were not love letters. Whenever she saw you with a girlfriend, she would secretly cry.
These were all things Shu Ran told him. He wasn't particularly fond of gossip, but Shu Ran would chatter on about it all day. She wasn't someone who could keep her feelings hidden, so she wanted to share her secrets. And he was a good trash can for her emotions.
She was quite stubborn, yet she liked you so much. Shu Ran also said that loving too deeply would lead to hurt, but she replied, "I just want to be sincere." However, it was her first love, and in her desire to be genuine, she accidentally fell headfirst into it.
Jiang Shiyu, you should be grateful for Yun's stubbornness and sincerity; otherwise, she would have given up on you long ago. Her conditions are no worse than yours. There have been many who liked her since childhood, and plenty who are better than you, like that He.
I also heard Shu Ran say that she is no longer the young girl she used to be and doesn't believe in love anymore. As long as the other person has good character and comes from a respectable family, she would consider marriage.
Well, I think He seems pretty good; after all, he knows her well.
Every word made Jiang Shiyu's heart tremble and filled him with panic. Cheng Zhou took out his phone and snapped a picture; the lens captured his profile—his lip was split, his cheekbones bruised and red, and his eyes had bloodshot veins that indicated he wasn't in good shape.
He sent it to Shu Ran as a report and then stood up.
Jiang Shiyu sat there in a daze, his lips slightly trembling, unaware of the gray ash falling into his palm. All his emotions surged violently into his mind, causing a wave of dizziness. He pressed his forehead with a hand as the veins bulged, and the redness in his eyes deepened.
He didn't even realize it; he thought she had long forgotten him.
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