Chapter 309: No Understanding, No Right to Speak

The night was soft and serene, a cold breeze brushing against the face and bringing the fragrant scent of camellias from afar; the surface of the artificial lake shimmered, and as tiny raindrops sprinkled down, they stirred up ripples that were barely visible.

Walking aimlessly through the Communication University of China.

Before he knew it, Shen Yan found himself at this familiar artificial lake.

He picked up a small pebble from the ground and, imitating a gesture Hao Anqi once used, wedged the pebble between his thumb and index finger, then applied a slight force with his thumb.

The small pebble was flicked out just like a marble.

It stirred up ripples on the lake's surface.

Much like Shen Yan's state of mind at this moment.

His first love in life had ended just like that; Shen Yan felt a complex mix of emotions, as if a spice rack had been overturned.

Shen Yan did not know how other scumbags felt when breaking up—elated? Relieved? Or a brief moment of reluctance followed by quickly turning to seek a new flame?

In any case, he was quite reluctant to let go of Hao Anqi.

From beginning to end, he never thought having money was anything remarkable, nor did he ever look down on ordinary people; after all, he had once been one of the masses himself.

That Hao Anqi would have such thoughts was something Shen Yan had not anticipated.

He had once imagined that the two of them would end in a breakup, and there was only one reason.

His own scumbag behavior being discovered.

And now... it seemed there was no great difference; since she wanted to leave, what face did he have to ask her to stay?

"I wish you happiness!"

"Little vixen!"

After a long sigh, Shen Yan took a lollipop out of his pocket, tore open the wrapper, and put it in his mouth.

Mmm... sweet!

It seemed the gloom in his heart had been dispelled quite a bit.

Just at this moment, a brisk and melodious ringtone drifted through the air.

It was a call from Wu Yue'er.

"Hello! Hmm... she has a fever? Is it serious? Okay, I'll be there in five minutes."

In front of the residential building entrance.

Wu Yue'er was supporting Chen Shanni as they waited expectantly; when Shen Yan arrived at the scene, he saw that Chen Shanni's originally pretty face was stained with a sickly flush, her lips were pale, and she looked extremely weak.

Shen Yan placed the back of his hand on her forehead—good heavens! It was as hot as a furnace.

Fortunately, she was still somewhat conscious.

Chen Shanni looked at the figure before her with hazy eyes and said weakly, "Sorry, Shen Yan, I've caused you trouble again."

"Don't talk about that, breaking the fever is what's important."

Shen Yan shook his head helplessly; at a time like this, this girl was still worrying about such trivial matters.

After picking her up, Shen Yan drove straight to the nearest clinic.

Upon arriving at the clinic, they measured her temperature; they were shocked by the result.

Her body temperature was as high as 39.8°C.

Next came both an IV drip and medication, hoping to break the fever as quickly as possible.

"Gurgle!"

After all the running around, it wasn't until his stomach protested that Shen Yan realized he hadn't eaten yet; Wu Yue'er told Shen Yan to go eat something outside first, saying she would stay and keep her company.

Hearing this, Chen Shanni's sickly beautiful cheeks offered another apologetic smile: "Sorry, I'm always causing you trouble."

Shen Yan: "..."

He didn't even know what to say; this girl was always worried about troubling others.

Famished, Shen Yan couldn't be bothered to fuss, so he ordered a few small dishes at a Sichuan restaurant next to the clinic, and after downing three bowls of rice, he was full of life again.

When he returned to the clinic, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the sickly flush on Chen Shanni's face had faded by more than half, her furrowed brows had smoothed out, and she looked much more spirited.

"How are you feeling?" Shen Yan asked with concern.

"Much better!"

Chen Shanni revealed a faint smile; her voice was still a bit weak, but it was much better than before.

As if remembering something, she added, "By the way, did you explain things clearly to An Qi? Do you need me to step in and clarify?"

Shen Yan reassured her, "Don't worry, the misunderstanding has been cleared up."

"That's good!" Chen Shanni let out a soft sigh of relief.

She didn't want the two of them to have a rift because of her.

"?" Wu Yue'er was completely out of the loop.

It sounded like Shen Yan and Hao Anqi had had a fight, and the reason lay with Chen Shanni.

This made her all the more curious about what had happened that afternoon.

Chen Shanni returning in the rain, the two of them fighting—what kind of connection could there be between these things?

"Hey, hey, hey! What kind of riddles are you two speaking in? Tell me about it."

However, faced with her question, both of them kept their lips sealed.

They brushed it off in a few words.

Boys Dormitory Room 115.

It was the dead of winter, and the cold, gloomy air drifted around the dormitory like a homeless child; yet, in these circumstances, Zhu Baoping was wearing only a white undershirt, lying on the floor and repeating push-ups over and over again.

Under the bright incandescent light, those solid muscles radiated a healthy sheen.

Tang Song stood by the window, holding a cigarette in one hand and his phone in the other, talking about something.

"By the way, how is that small shop of Luo Qiqi's coming along?"

"Then how much can she earn in a day?"

Hearing this, Zhu Baoping's movements suddenly paused, and he stealthily straightened his body.

His ears pricked up high like a rabbit's.

Once the call ended, Zhu Baoping asked impatiently, "Tang, I heard you say earlier that Luo Qiqi is running a small shop in the girls' dormitory?"

Tang Song nodded, "She just got it set up a couple of days ago; I heard it's quite promising."

"How much can she earn a day?" Zhu Baoping pressed.

When it came to making money, he was more interested than anyone else.

Tang Song wasn't too clear on that; the preparations were just getting started, so he estimated it was only ten or twenty yuan, but if she kept at it, there should be a decent income.

Zhu Baoping was moved by what he heard and couldn't help but suggest, "Tang, how about we cooperate and start a small shop too? We'll put in the money and the effort, and once we make money, we can do whatever we want."

"Sure! Let's put our heads together."

After pondering for a moment, Tang Song decisively agreed.

Although he didn't much like Zhu Baoping's character, the world is bustling for profit; all things come and go for the sake of gain.

Making money is fine, as long as it doesn't go against one's conscience.

Just at this moment, Lin Yang walked into the dormitory with a triumphant stride; he coughed twice, drawing the attention of Tang Song and Zhu Baoping.

Then he said mysteriously, "I just went to the Communication University of China; guess what I saw?"

Tang Song immediately seized the key point in that sentence, "Heh! Lao Lin, you've confessed without being asked this time; you said you had a thing with that Zheng Jiayue, and you still won't admit it."

Lin Yang's old face turned red, and he hurriedly changed the subject, "Are you ever going to stop? Stop dragging in all that irrelevant stuff; the point now is what I saw at the Communication University of China."

"What else could it be? Shen Yan and An Qi, obviously," Zhu Baoping curled his lips.

Aside from that, he couldn't think of anything else at the Communication University of China worth talking about.

Lin Yang slapped his thigh hard, "It was them! Let me tell you, Shen Yan and An Qi seemed to have had a huge fight; An Qi was squatting on the ground crying so miserably, but Shen Yan just walked away without even looking back."

Uh...

The two of them froze, their eyes full of surprise.

Zhu Baoping guessed that Shen Yan had gotten cocky now that he was making money and felt bored, so he was preparing to swap for a new girlfriend.

"Shen Yan isn't that kind of person; don't jump to conclusions without knowing the truth," Tang Song frowned, looking at him with dissatisfaction.

Zhu Baoping spread his hands and said nothing more.