Chapter 963: Chapter 963: A Day as a Teacher (32)
Maybe it’s because he grew up with a father like Qiao Hong all these years.
Qiao Lian had long forgotten what fear was.
He could only endure the pain, silently transforming it into his reason for living.
But at that moment, he felt fear.
Like when he was a child, hiding in the dark, watching Qiao Hong whip his mother.
After Qiao Lian finished speaking, he didn’t dare to look at Chuzheng, he just held her tightly.
Would she despise him? Hate him? Still like him?
Qiao Lian didn’t know.
And he didn’t want to know.
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Chuzheng was well aware that Qiao Lian wasn’t a good person. After all, the word “turning dark” was not just a saying.
“From now on, you’re not allowed to do those things again.” Chuzheng patted his back, “Did you hear me?”
“Teacher, don’t you think I’m… very bad?” He also wanted to be clean and become the good student in her eyes, but he wasn’t.
He had long been trapped in the quagmire.
He had struggled before.
Unfortunately, his strength was too small.
No one could give him a hand.
So he might as well take root in that quagmire.
But then…
Just when he planned to do so, she appeared.
She could easily pull him out of that filthy quagmire, and with a single sentence, send him back there again.
For some reason, Qiao Lian was inexplicably nervous, unconsciously gripping Chuzheng’s clothes tightly.
Chuzheng loosened her hold on him a bit, and the young man let go of her in turn, their eyes meeting.
She didn’t speak.
She just kissed him.
Pinned him against the dining table, kissing him for a long time.
He thought he might suffocate and die.
Chuzheng released him, “Hurry up and eat breakfast, you’ll be late for class.”
“Teacher?”
Chuzheng glared at him, “What, do you want me to feed you?”
Qiao Lian shook his head. After a moment, his lips curled slightly into a faint smile. She didn’t hate him.
Having realized this, the taut string in Qiao Lian’s heart relaxed instantly.
He pulled out a chair and sat down to eat breakfast.
Chuzheng sat casually, not eating either, just watching him.
It was Qiao Lian’s first time in a relationship, and he felt embarrassed under Chuzheng’s gaze, quickly finishing his meal and going to change clothes.
Before going to class, he also took the sheets out of the washing machine and hung them to dry.
“Teacher, I’m leaving.”
“Mm.”
Although Qiao Lian lived here, either Chuzheng left first or Qiao Lian left first. They never went out during the day together.
Even though other teachers lived in this building too, Qiao Lian was very careful and had never been discovered.
Qiao Lian picked up his backpack and walked to the door.
A moment later, he returned and bent down to kiss Chuzheng on the cheek, “Teacher, see you at school.”
After saying that, Qiao Lian immediately turned around, changed his shoes, and left.
Chuzheng tapped her fingers lightly on the table, took out her phone, and made a call, “Find some people for me.”
“What does the boss want to do?”
“Would you believe me if I said murder?”
“…”
The other side was silent.
After a while, Chuzheng stood up, the chair scraping loudly against the floor.
“Don’t worry, no murder. It doesn’t take people to get rid of someone.”
“Okay.” The person on the other side finally agreed.
Chuzheng hung up, standing on the balcony looking down.
She happened to see the young man slowly walking out. Sensing something, he looked up in her direction.
From a distance, Chuzheng couldn’t make out his expression, only thought he should be happy now.
Retracting her gaze, Chuzheng glanced at the sheets hanging on the balcony.
She pondered for a moment, then went back inside to change clothes for school.
During class, Qiao Lian was noticeably more attentive.
His eyes often rested on her.
Of course, Chuzheng thought he wasn’t listening to what she was saying at all.
He just wasn’t sleeping in class anymore but focused on looking at her.
Chuzheng didn’t mind, letting him watch.
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“Brother Yu, don’t you think Qiao Lian is acting strange?”
The student in front of Meng Yu turned around and spoke to him.
Qiao Lian used to either sleep in class or doodle, not caring about what the teacher was saying.
Meng Yu, biting a pen, looked toward Qiao Lian’s direction.
He rested his chin on one hand, looking towards the blackboard, his expression unchanged, as if he was just bored looking in that direction.
Meng Yu followed his gaze and saw Chuzheng standing at the podium.
“Listen to the class.” Meng Yu kicked the seat in front of him.
The student scratched his head and turned back to continue listening.
Meng Yu looked at Qiao Lian again; he still maintained that posture.
Chuzheng was no longer at the podium. She had walked down, but Qiao Lian showed no change.
Meng Yu frowned.
“Meng Yu, daydreaming during class?”
Meng Yu’s heart skipped a beat. He looked up to find that Chuzheng had somehow moved beside him, looking at him with a calm expression.
“Explain the meaning of this sentence.”
Meng Yu: “…”
Which sentence?
Where were we just now?!
Meng Yu was punished by copying it twenty times, and after class, he angrily kicked the desk.
“Brother Yu, I feel like the Demon Head is deliberately targeting you.”
Meng Yu shot him a dark look.
As if you needed to say it.
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Midnight.
After finishing a meeting, Qiao Hong listened to a group of people squabbling, his head aching terribly. Remembering that the trouble with Qiao Lian hadn’t been resolved made it hurt even more.
“Did Qiao Lian go back to school?”
“Yes, Chairman Qiao.” The assistant in front answered.
“Make sure to settle it with that girl for me.” Qiao Hong’s face was a bit sullen.
The assistant understood what to do and didn’t ask further, “And Chairman Qiao… do we still need to bring the young master back?”
Qiao Hong thought for a moment, “Not for now.”
He paused, “Is he living with that Ruan Chuzheng now?”
“Yes.”
“Hmph.” Qiao Hong snorted coldly, “This Ruan Chuzheng has some skills, getting that brat so infatuated.”
The assistant cautiously said, “The young master hasn’t experienced much yet.”
Qiao Hong didn’t respond, lost in thought.
The assistant closed his mouth too.
With a squeak—
The car suddenly stopped, causing Qiao Hong to lurch and lose his composure.
Already in a foul mood, Qiao Hong felt even worse. Sitting upright, he looked ahead.
The road they were on was devoid of other cars, with only the streetlights on either side dutifully illuminating it, creating a strangely eerie atmosphere.
And ahead of them, two cars were parked side by side, blocking the way.
The cars were ordinary brands, black.
Outside the cars stood a tall, muscular man, clearly not someone to mess with.
The driver and assistant immediately got out to check.
“What are you doing?”
“Mr. Qiao, our boss requests your presence.” The man said gruffly, addressing Qiao Hong inside the car.
The assistant frowned, glancing around cautiously, “Who is your boss?”
At this hour, blocking the road here.
It didn’t look like they had good intentions.
The assistant discreetly tried to call for help.
But he quickly realized there was no signal; the call wouldn’t go through.
The man on the other side took two steps forward, his demeanor respectful yet firm, “Mr. Qiao will know when he arrives. Please.”
The assistant immediately withdrew to the car, pretending to be calm, “Who are you people? What do you want!”