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Time was running out, and I hurried to class, ignoring them.
After two days at school, Meng Jinzhi called to say my parents had returned, and he was coming to pick me up.
As I went downstairs, Fu Yan blocked my way at the door.
His studio was in a critical development phase, and the restaurant still needed part-time help in the kitchen, so he should have been quite busy.
In the past, I would do everything I could to stick to him, chasing after him.
"Is there something you need?"
Fu Yan looked at me, an inexplicable emotion swirling in his eyes.
"You always wanted me to accompany you to the amusement park. I have time this afternoon."
He was clearing his schedule for me.
I scoffed, "Move aside, I'm going home."
He refused to budge, gazing deeply at me. "Meng Xi, I finally have some free time; don't sulk with me."
"Sulk?"
I found it ridiculous.
"Fu Yan, know your place. To put it nicely, you're my boyfriend; to put it bluntly, you're just a paid companion. If I want to see you, you should make time for me immediately. When I don't have time for you, keep your dignity as a man and don't bother me, got it?"
Ignoring Fu Yan's awkward expression, I bypassed him and walked outside the school gate.
Meng Jinzhi helped me open the car door and handed me the paper bag that was in front of him.
"I passed by the dessert shop that the young lady likes on my way here and bought you some bread you enjoy."
I took out a piece of Toast and turned to look at him. "Passed by?"
That shop is quite far from the route between my home and school.
"Um, yes, I passed by."
From my angle, I could see his beautiful profile, with slightly high brow bones and long, thick eyelashes. His lips were pressed together, making his jawline tense, while his ears, hidden under some stray hair, were turning red.
Meng Jinzhi pretended to be calm as he started the car.
I took a bite of the Toast and suddenly blurted out, "Your ears are red."
I successfully saw that redness spread from his ears to his neck.
"When Madam returns, she brought a gift for the young lady."
He changed the subject awkwardly while driving.
"Aunt Liu specifically went to the market to pick out fresh Black Tiger Shrimp and said she would make your favorite Braised Black Tiger Prawns..."
I curled up in the car seat with half a bag of Toast, listening to him talk about the trivialities of life.
The warm light outside the window streamed in, and I unknowingly fell asleep.
I dreamed again of the original story.
The family business went bankrupt, my father jumped from a high building, and my mother stopped breathing on the hospital bed.
Meng Jinzhi took me to a rundown rental house in Urban Village, but we were still discovered by debt collectors.
In front of me, they smashed his spine inch by inch with a Steel Pipe.
He was covered in blood, yet he desperately blocked those people, looking at me with increasingly dimming eyes.
"Run, Miss, run fast..."
In my dream, I ran helplessly, unable to find even a slightly formal job, and ended up having to sell drinks at a nightclub.
Those who once flattered me came to the bar to mock me coldly, ordering drinks and forcing me to down them.
Then there was Fu Yan, the new rich heir, appearing with his glamorous fiancée Su Yue.
In my dream, I wanted to escape so badly, but something held me back.
There were also strange voices ringing in my ears.
"Although the female lead is pitiful, we can't blame Fu Yan. A man's pride has been humiliated, and just when he finally opened his heart, she broke up with him like that..."
"If the female lead doesn't experience the pain that the male lead went through back then, she will never realize her mistake."
"Meng Xi is so ungrateful. She's currently broke and heavily in debt, yet Fu Yan is still willing to accept her. Isn't that because he loves her?"
I widened my eyes in terror, looking around to find the source of these voices.
But I found nothing.
"Miss."
"Miss..."
"Xi!"
A familiar voice reached my ears, like a beam of light suddenly illuminating the darkness.
I abruptly opened my eyes and saw Meng Jinzhi's anxious and worried face in front of me.
He was very close, his warm breath brushing against me.
It was the living Meng Jinzhi.
Everything in the dream had not yet happened.
I stared blankly at Meng Jinzhi in front of me, my vision gradually blurring as tears rolled down my cheeks.
He seemed a bit flustered, pulling out a tissue to wipe my face but hesitating to actually touch me, ultimately freezing in place, unsure of what to do.
I held his hand, feeling the warmth in his palm, finally returning from the dream to reality.
"Meng Jinzhi, please don't die."
He lowered his eyes to look at me, the hand I was holding slowly curling its fingertips.
"As long as I have the young lady's orders, I won't die."
After dinner at home, I called my dad to the study.
"What's wrong, Xi? Is it that boyfriend of yours needing your help again?"
He looked at me with a loving expression, but there was a hint of dissatisfaction towards Fu Yan in his eyes.
I could see it clearly and couldn't help but feel even more guilty.
"...It has nothing to do with him."
I bit my lip and said softly, "Dad, have you and Mom recently found any investment projects you're interested in?"
The original text does not provide detailed information about my family's bankruptcy.
It only mentions that my parents' investment in a certain project failed, leading to a broken capital chain and a series of chain reactions.
My dad was taken aback for a moment and then chuckled, "Why suddenly care about the family business?"
Despite saying that, he still opened the computer and showed me their recent investment cooperation plan without reservation.
At first glance, I didn't notice anything unusual.
Until I found a familiar name among the partners of a certain project.
— Lu Zhou.
If I remember correctly, in the original text, this person was Fu Yan's best friend five years later and the first to recognize the potential of his company, willing to invest in it.
Does that mean...
My family's bankruptcy, my parents' and Meng Jinzhi's deaths, and all the tragic events in my life are actually related to Fu Yan?
...
My heart suddenly raced, as if I could hear the sound of blood rushing through my veins.
I took deep breaths repeatedly, trying to keep my tone calm: "Why did you choose this project?"
My dad glanced at me and said, "It's that kid with the last name Lu who came to us first. Your mom and I looked over the proposal and thought it was decent, so we put it on the shortlist. The contract hasn't been signed yet."
It felt like some clues in my mind were gradually becoming clearer.
I stared at the name Lu Zhou for a long time before finally speaking again.
"Can I come along the next time you meet him?"
My dad agreed.
Just as I was about to leave the study, he seemed to remember something.
"You mentioned last time that I should pay more attention to that Fu Yan's studio."
"A couple of days ago, there was a small order that Secretary Zheng reported. I had him pass it on to Fu Yan's studio."
He ruffled my hair and said, "Don't say that Dad didn't take care of your little boyfriend."
A wave of bitterness washed over me. I sniffed and looked up at my dad. "You don't have to help him anymore."
A hint of surprise flashed in my dad's eyes.
"What happened? Did you have a fight with that kid named Fu?"
I shook my head and hugged my dad's arm. "It's nothing. I just don't like him anymore."
For the next few days, I had no classes, so I simply stayed at home.
It was then that I learned my mom had arranged for Meng Jinzhi to join the family company.
"With Jinzhi's education and abilities, it wouldn't be a problem to assign him a management position, but he insists on starting from the bottom," she said.
My mom smiled at me while holding her forehead, "This kid is just humble."
Meng Jinzhi, while tidying up the cushions on the sofa that I had made a mess of, smiled and said, "It is my honor to have your appreciation, but I cannot let others think that you are not clear about public and private matters."
He bent down to place the neatly arranged cushions back in their original positions.
The fabric of his white shirt stretched taut vertically, clearly outlining his slim waist between the creases, and below were two long, straight legs wrapped in suit pants.
"Xi."
It wasn't until my mom called me from the side that I realized I had once again been lost in thought while staring at Meng Jinzhi.
She took a sip of tea and looked at me thoughtfully, "How long has it been since you went shopping? Let Jinzhi accompany you for a trip."
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