Chapter 270: Chapter 270: 270: Don't Leave After School (31)

Fatty’s voice was low, “Your sister-in-law, she didn’t pass.”

Chuzheng looked at Fatty expressionlessly, “What did you say?”

“Your sister-in-law… didn’t pass.”

Yao Fei didn’t pass?!

Zhu Zian not passing was believable.

But Yao Fei not passing was what the hell?

Yao Fei’s grades were among the top ten in the senior year, how could she possibly not pass?

——But Yao Fei just didn’t pass.

Those scores weren’t what she was meant to achieve.

Under Zhu Zian’s persistent questioning, Yao Fei finally admitted that she purposely scored that way.

That’s why Chuzheng saw the scene before her.

Yao Fei wanted to accompany Zhu Zian to retake the year, considering she was young when she started school, redoing a year wouldn’t make her different from other students.

Zhu Zian must have felt he was holding Yao Fei back, so he was very angry.

Of course, not at Yao Fei.

If Zhu Zian was still angry at someone else after all she had done, then he wouldn’t be human.

Chuzheng slowly took a sip of her drink, “Since it’s a done deal, talking more is useless, accept reality and study hard.”

Zhu Zian drank sullenly.

He couldn’t refute Chuzheng since she was right.

Nothing he did now would change the situation.

The dinner was not very pleasant, even Fatty ate timidly.

In the end, Zhu Zian took Yao Fei home, and what they talked about, the others did not know.

When Chuzheng got back, she went online to check the end-of-term exam results.

She discovered that Yu Yue had surged to first place, with full marks in several subjects.

Chuzheng thoughtfully turned off her phone, she glanced at the time, Jih Cheng had not returned yet.

Forget it.

The Good Person Card had matured, knowing what he was doing.

Chuzheng washed up and went to bed.

Jih Cheng spent this summer so busy that he was hardly seen, and Chuzheng was the kind of person who could ignore problems right in front of her, as long as they didn’t cross her line, she could pretend not to see them.

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“Xiaocheng, you’re on duty today.”

“Yeah.” Jih Cheng nodded.

“Then we’re leaving.”

Dressed in the café waiter’s uniform, Jih Cheng leaned against the bar, watching his colleagues leave.

At this time, there weren’t many customers, so not as many people were needed.

Jih Cheng organized his things and pulled out his phone to take a look.

After thinking about it, he clicked on Chuzheng’s WeChat.

Jih Cheng: What are you doing?

Chuzheng: Something up?

Jih Cheng: No, just wondering what you’re doing.

Once Jih Cheng sent this message, there was no further response.

Jih Cheng seemed used to it, his finger scrolled up, most of the messages were from him, and she hardly ever replied.

He thought for a moment, and sent another message.

Jih Cheng: Are you at my place?

Chuzheng: No

Jih Cheng had given her the keys to his house, sometimes he came back and she was there, and sometimes not.

Just as Jih Cheng finished typing and was about to send it, a woman’s voice spoke up.

“Chengcheng.”

Jih Cheng’s fingers stiffened, he stuffed the phone back into his pocket and looked up, his exquisitely beautiful face was expressionless, “How did you find this place?”

“Chengcheng, I’m your mother, don’t talk to me like that.”

In consideration of being in the shop, Jih Cheng suppressed his voice, “You know you’re my mom? Have you fulfilled your responsibilities as a mother?”

“Chengcheng.” The woman wore a face full of grievance, “I told you to go back and apologize to the Jih family, you don’t listen to your mom, otherwise why would you be like this now?”

The Jih Family…

What’s so great about the Jih Family?

She herself had crawled into Father Jih’s bed for wealth and glory back then, and now she still wanted to monetize him.

Jih Cheng had a fire burning in the bottom of his heart, couldn’t be bothered to talk to her, “I’m still working, please leave.”

“Chengcheng…”

Jih Cheng hung his head, not wanting to hear her speak.

Yet the woman grew more insistent, “Chengcheng, do you have money?”

“No.”

The woman wouldn’t leave without getting the money, and her voice grew louder and louder.

Jih Cheng worried about getting a complaint and losing his job, so he eventually gave her the money.

As soon as the woman got the money, she left, but not without reminding him to go back to the Jih family before she went.

After seeing the last guest out, Jih Cheng locked up and left.

He stood outside the store, slightly tilted his head back, letting the cold moonlight fragments spill into his eyes, hazy and quiet.

Jih Cheng wrapped his arms around himself and stood in silence for a while.

Finally, he took out his phone and opened the screen.

He deleted the message he had typed out, one letter at a time.

He put the phone back in his pocket and walked back with his head down.

The house was eerily quiet; she wasn’t there.

Jih Cheng breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, but then he found the silence in the house extraordinarily unsettling, making him very uncomfortable.

He had lived this way before.

Why can’t he do it now?

The woman knew where he worked and came over every now and then to ask for money; Jih Cheng didn’t have that much money to give her.

Driven to despair, he could only change jobs.

But the woman was like a ghost spirit, finding him no matter where he went, and Jih Cheng knew she was pressuring him to return to the Jih family.

“Jih Cheng, there’s a little sister looking for you,”

a pretty girl said, winking at him.

Jih Cheng, hearing someone was looking for him, subconsciously thought it was his mother, but then he realized that was wrong since she mentioned a little sister.

Jih Cheng went out suspiciously.

The girl was standing by the entrance, holding a little pink box, casually surveying the surroundings.

Jih Cheng’s heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively hid behind something.

How did she get here?

How did she know he was inside?

Several questions surfaced in Jih Cheng’s mind.

Taking a deep breath, Jih Cheng walked around from the back.

“Chuzheng,” he called out softly.

Chuzheng looked back, turning to face him: “Hm?”

“You… what are you doing here?”

“Just passing by and saw you here,” Chuzheng said calmly, her tone flat, sometimes making Jih Cheng wonder what she really felt for him…

“Oh.” Jih Cheng felt a tinge of disappointment: “Chuzheng, I… I have something to tell you. Let’s go outside.”

Jih Cheng took Chuzheng to a quieter, more secluded spot.

The two stood facing each other. Jih Cheng hung his head slightly but was silent for a long moment.

“What is it?”

Chuzheng was getting a bit impatient.

Speak if you have something to say; why hesitate?

The cicadas were noisy, and the air was hot.

But at that moment, Jih Cheng only felt his hands and feet turn icy cold, his palms sweaty.

He took a deep breath, “Please don’t come looking for me anymore.”

“Let’s end things here,”

“You and I are not from the same world, I can’t give you anything.”

“So…”

“Goodbye.”

After saying that, Jih Cheng turned and walked away.

He didn’t dare to look at Chuzheng; he was afraid he wouldn’t see anything in her expression.

There was no sound from behind him.

Jih Cheng hurried back to the store. He quickly stood in a corner, pressing against the cold wall, feeling like he was in a freezer.

She hadn’t followed him…

Of course.

She never cared about him; why would she follow?

They had ended up together inexplicably, it had never really started, it was always just him assuming.

Jih Cheng pressed his finger to where his heart was, feeling as if it were being squeezed tightly, causing him such discomfort that he couldn’t breathe.

“Jih Cheng, are you okay?”

Jih Cheng shook his head with his gaze lowered, his voice hoarse: “No, I’m fine.”

“Hey, if you’re not feeling well, you can take off,”

“No need, I’ll just rest for a bit and I’ll be fine.”

“Then go sit in the break room; I’ll cover for you,”

“Thanks.”

The young man’s voice carried a faint sob, and the tousled hair hid his reddening eyes.