Chapter 782: Getting the Marriage Certificate Tomorrow

"Tell me... how did we end up like this?"

Fu Linfang lay on the table, her clothes scattered, beneath her were large-character posters—some finished, some not, some only half-written.

The posters might still have been stained with the lingering warmth of the two of them just moments ago, but the words upon them were cold and bone-chilling.

Fang Lining also sat to the side, naked, hugging his legs, his head buried deep in his chest as if repenting for what he had just done.

Hearing Fu Linfang's question, he turned his head slightly to look at the woman beside him; he couldn't say if this was love.

It didn't seem like it; it felt like madness, like torture, or perhaps what one might call a struggle.

He could not answer Fu Linfang's question, just as he could not face his own actions right now.

The two had been classmates; Fu Linfang was the star of the class, while he was the type accustomed to sitting alone in the back row.

Fang Lining had never dreamed he could be with Huang Shiwen, let alone imagine that one day he would have a fateful entanglement with Fu Linfang.

Fu Linfang felt the gaze of the man beside her—a classmate, a colleague, a man sharing the same fate—and turned slightly, focusing her unfocused eyes, which had been staring at the ceiling light, onto Fang Lining's face.

She blinked her dizzy eyes slightly, and Fang Lining's quiet expression emerged before her, shifting from black and white to color, as if she had returned to the human world.

"If not for you, I might not be able to feel the pulse of life beating."

"If not for you, I might have long ago faded into a world of personal illusion."

"If not for you, I might..."

"Don't say it~"

Fang Lining tucked his head back in again, burying it just like that, like a quail, avoiding the scrutiny of reality.

Fu Linfang watched him for a long while before smiling slightly and saying, "Do you regret it? How lucky, you still have the chance to regret."

As she spoke, she sat up, caught the shirt and undergarments sliding off her body, and began to dress in a leisurely manner.

"I don't regret it, and I don't have the chance to regret it."

Fang Lining's voice was muffled, as if it were bursting from his chest, or perhaps it was a portrait of his own desperate struggle.

After saying this, he raised his head again, looked at Fu Linfang, and said, "Huang Shiwen won't pay attention to me anymore, I can't go back to the office, no one cares about me—do you think I have any room left for regret?"

"That has nothing to do with me."

Fu Linfang said lightly, "I can't even figure out how I ended up in this position today, let alone sort out my relationship with you."

Fang Lining stared at Fu Linfang's back for a moment before sighing and saying, "I'm not blaming you; ending up here is entirely my own doing."

"There isn't much I can do to help you."

Fu Linfang turned around, looked at Fang Lining, and asked, "What do you need me to do for you?"

"No, nothing."

Fang Lining waved his hand, jumped off the table, and grabbed the scattered white paper and black ink from the floor, tossing them randomly onto the table for that third person in the propaganda group—whose name he couldn't remember—to clean up tomorrow morning.

"I've already thought of a way to deal with him."

Fang Lining pulled up his pants and pointed at Fu Linfang, saying, "And that includes a way for both of us to turn danger into safety."

Fu Linfang twitched the corner of her mouth, lowered her eyelids, and turned back to put on her skirt, as if she had no mood or confidence to listen to his ramblings.

But Fang Lining didn't care; as he straightened his clothes, he rambled on, "You know, when I went to the cafeteria for dinner tonight, they said Xu Liyou died."

"Who?"

Fu Linfang was very unfamiliar with the name; she was certain she didn't know this person, but death coming from Fang Lining's mouth was not a simple matter.

Fang Lining fastened the last button of his shirt, looked at Fu Linfang—who had finished tidying her clothes and looked as if she had just woken from a dream—and said, "The representative for the workers' congress, the one who went to the meeting in May to fight for the resettlement housing, the one who later wrote for the factory newspaper."

"I remember now."

Fu Linfang listened to Fang Lining's explanation and recalled the person who had caused such a stir two months ago, but then frowned and said, "But wasn't he from the Red Flag Society...?"

"Yes, a veteran figure of the Red Flag Society."

Fang Lining said with eyes full of despair, "It happened this morning. It's very troublesome. The East Wind side is making a huge fuss. You know, he was the earliest worker in our factory, and he had the biggest temper..."

Fu Linfang looked at Fang Lining in shock, her mouth hanging open involuntarily, not knowing what to say.

Fang Lining turned and leaned against the table, ignoring the white paper and black ink crushed by his buttocks. He lowered his head slightly and said melancholically, "His temper was hard, and there are many others whose tempers are just as hard. The situation is very bad."

"Why!"

Fu Linfang asked Fang Lining, her voice even becoming sharp and hoarse, as if she were having a mental breakdown.

Facing her madness, Fang Lining said gloomily, "I can only say we need to prepare ourselves. This isn't something that can be dragged out, and I believe you don't want to see this result either."

Fu Linfang only felt dizzy. She could accept her words being posted on the wall—whether it was revolution or nonsense—but she could not accept these words being endowed with the power of destruction, to destroy...

Her eyes split with rage; she grabbed her hair hard, then tore frantically at the white paper and black ink already written on the table.

Fang Lining couldn't bear her hysteria; he stepped forward, hugged her, pulled her away from the table from behind, and snatched the words she was tearing from her hands.

"It's useless, it's useless. Calm down. This isn't your fault; you were forced into it too. Listen to me, calm down..."

As if comforting himself, Fang Lining half-knelt on the floor, holding Fu Linfang, who had collapsed to the floor crying, in his arms. At this moment, both he and she needed a hug.

Feeling Fu Linfang's sobbing in his arms, Fang Lining couldn't help but tremble. How had he ever thought that he would cause such great harm to others because of himself?

Like Fu Linfang, he had never intended to hurt anyone; he didn't even know how to hurt others.

This was the reason they had caused this disaster today: because they didn't know how to control power, they didn't know how much harm the power in their hands could cause.

"Wuwuwu~ It's my fault, it's my fault~"

Fu Linfang's sobbing came from Fang Lining's arms, muffled but filled with regret.

Fang Lining looked up and let out a long breath, saying, "He has already lost his conscience. There is no way out following him. He never thought about saving anyone, let alone helping anyone. Everyone is a sacrifice for his rise to power."

"Wuwu~ I'm so stupid~"

Fu Linfang lay in Fang Lining's arms, murmuring this sentence over and over. She truly felt her own stupidity and ignorance deeply now.

"What have I done!"

"Yes, we both took the wrong path~"

Fang Lining patted Fu Linfang's back, sighed, and continued, "He is willing to sacrifice anyone, including you and me."

As he spoke, he held Fu Linfang's shoulders, making her face him.

Looking at Fu Linfang's hair scattered across her face, randomly stained with tears, wasn't her expression of sadness and regret the very image of his own heart?

"You and I are both in the game, but we cannot sit and wait for death."

Fang Lining shook his head slightly, expressing his resistance to fate, and looked at Fu Linfang with firm eyes, saying, "You want to go back to the past, don't you?"

"I can't go back."

Fu Linfang cried and shook her head, "I can never go back. I thought about going to find Li Chu; he is the only person who can help me, but..."

"It's useless."

Fang Lining didn't know if he should tell Fu Linfang this cruel news, but it had come to this; he had to make Fu Linfang give up the idea and hope of seeking help from Li Xuewu and fight alongside him.

"The news came today: Li Chu is going out for training for a month, and the Security Section has already been handed over to Deputy Section Chief Xiao Zihong to manage. You won't be able to find him."

"He..."

Fu Linfang was stunned. She really had thought about seeking Li Xuewu's help before, really. She just hadn't had the opportunity, or perhaps the confidence.

This... a month?

In a month's time, she would probably no longer be in this world.

With her hope shattered, her gaze involuntarily turned toward Fang Lining, as if he had just said he thought of a way.

"The news from the factory today is that there might be a major move from above."

Fang Lining looked at Fu Linfang and explained, "The Great Learning activity has entered a stage of comprehensive development, and every unit must establish a specialized organization to lead the activity."

After finishing, he emphasized, "It is comprehensive development, unified leadership."

Fu Linfang frowned slightly, looked at Fang Lining, and said, "That means... there can only be one Great Learning activity organization in the Rolling Mill..."

"Yes, there can only be one."

Fang Lining sat directly on the floor, held Fu Linfang's shoulders, and said, "East Wind, or Red Flag, only one can exist, or they must merge."

"That's impossible."

Fu Linfang shook her head slightly, very firmly, and said, "Red Flag and East Wind have irreconcilable contradictions. From the very beginning, their theories of association were different; one could say they are going in opposite directions. How could they merge?"

"Then there is only one path."

Fang Lining looked at Fu Linfang and said, "Either Red Flag falls, or East Wind dissipates. Who do you think has the better chance of winning?"

Fu Linfang turned to look at Fang Lining, narrowed her eyes, and asked, "You mean...?"

"Yes."

Fang Lining nodded and said firmly, "This time we must choose the right path to take. I'm going all the way to the end; I don't want to be buried with him."

Fu Linfang understood what Fang Lining meant. She sat up, pulled in her legs, looked at Fang Lining, and said, "But if we go to East Wind, what can you do? How can you guarantee East Wind will accept you, will protect you? And how can you confirm that madman won't retaliate against you?"

"Or rather,"

Fu Linfang frowned slightly and asked again, "How can you guarantee that madman won't enter the organization you mentioned?"

"You have already given me the answer to the last question."

Fang Lining watched the shoulders leave his hands, withdrew his hands, hugged his knees, and said with burning eyes, "Red Flag and East Wind can't get along. Do you think Deputy Factory Director Li and Wang Jingzhang can get along?"

"But..."

Fu Linfang hesitated and said, "The factory isn't just the two of them; there are other leaders."

Fang Lining nodded and said, "Of course I don't deny that this organization will have other leaders, but what I can confirm is that where Deputy Factory Director Li is, Wang Jingzhang will not be."

After finishing, he raised his eyebrows and asked rhetorically, "Have you forgotten how Wang Jingzhang treated Factory Director Yang? Can those people in the factory tolerate him?"

Fu Linfang frowned and thought, listening to Fang Lining explain the questions she had asked earlier.

"With your and my abilities, we can still be responsible for propaganda work in East Wind."

Fang Lining looked at Fu Linfang and said, "It's just that neither of us should fantasize about reaching any position. Being able to keep our current jobs and ensure our personal safety is victory."

"As long as you and I go over, our abilities don't need to be tested. East Wind should know our strength; they have no reason to refuse."

Fang Lining spread his hands and said, "As long as East Wind wins and Red Flag falls, as one grows, the other wanes. Wang Jingzhang will be finished. What else do you have to fear?"

"No, he is more terrifying than you imagine."

Fu Linfang hugged her knees, rested her chin on them, and said, "He is a madman."

"I admit, he is a madman."

Fang Lining said fiercely, "Then let's give him a big one, let him be disgraced, and sink into hell forever."

Fu Linfang raised her head to look at Fang Lining opposite her. At this moment, she felt she was no longer the person she used to be, but just like Fang Lining, her heart was filled with hatred and the impulse for revenge bestowed by the devil.

"Stop crying, your crying makes me feel uncomfortable."

Lao Biaozi was dressed very formally today; his top was a popular striped training shirt, a typical item from the Security Brigade store.

His lower body was a pair of flight pants, also produced by the prison, and he was wearing a pair of Warrior canvas shoes on his feet—a proper fashionable young man.

In this outfit, even on anyone else, that charm could be increased tenfold.

I can't say it would make the socialite girls throw themselves at him, but one could certainly see his wealth and "money power."

But worn on Li Wenbiao, you would find that sometimes fashion cannot save a person's innate unique temperament.

It's a bit similar to Mr. Guo wearing big brands—ruining both the person and the brand.

But what you have to admit is that he has the ability to change into a new outfit every day, and he can go a week without repeating.

He lives opposite the school with the most beauties in the East City, in a whole large Sihe Academy, and usually, he either rides a bicycle or drives a small car.

Only when you see these things can you truly understand that famous saying: When God closes a door for you, he will certainly leave you a window.

Lao Biaozi's looks and figure are that door, closed tight, but God, that heartless old bastard, opened a window for him that is bigger than a damn door.

The world is just too damn unfair.

What's even more unfair is that right at the gate of this kid's residence, there was a beautiful girl crying.

If it weren't for the fact that they were sitting right at the gate, in broad daylight, and that short, fat guy was using a coaxing tone, wouldn't this be a perfect background for a hero saving a beauty? Just waiting for some young hero to step in.

The school gate is actually very lively, the alley isn't very wide, and there were no classes at the school, so many people were coming and going, and many were watching this side.

Some young men glared indignantly and spat, sighing that the world had changed, with a fresh flower stuck in cow dung.

Those who knew the situation were sharing their dating experience that "a good woman fears a persistent man," telling the story of how a shameless, thick-skinned, bottomless fat guy waited at their school gate every day to "bump into" the school beauty.

They also saw it and recognized that the one sitting on the doorstone of the Sihe Academy opposite, covering her face and crying, was Mai Qinglan, the school beauty of their sophomore opera performance class.

And the reason this student Mai was so "famous" was also because her father and mother were professors at the school and were also Qin Qin Jingju performance artists.

Of course, it wasn't rare to be called an artist in this era, especially in the Pear Garden trade; this was mainstream art in the contemporary era.

Songs and movies were not mainstream art in this era; songs were more of an art form for spreading folk tunes and for propaganda purposes.

Movies were even less so; how many years had this thing been developing? The dissemination of movies had high operating costs and was used more for propaganda and universal art.

Drama was different—elegant, unique, and importantly, it had high artistic value for appreciation, specifically reflected in the ticket price. In the past, Mr. Mei's venue sold tickets in terms of silver dollars.

You might find it rare to see a Qin Qin Jingju performance artist in later generations, but in this era, you could find a handful of them.

You have inheritance, you have fame, you have superb skills, you can lead a troupe to become a star and sell art—who can't?

Just looking at the capital, who among those who can be professors doesn't have some ability? People who came out of that era, those without two tricks up their sleeves, had no chance to change careers and would mostly starve to death.

Mai Qinglan's parents were such people. In the old era, they followed the troupe, became famous, had money, and had donated money to the organization and supported justice.

But this could not change the fact that they were teachers, were a backward class, were artists, and had a wealthy family background.

So they had original sin, which was indefensible and irresistible.

This was what Mai Qinglan told Li Wenbiao, and this was also what Li Wenbiao told Li Xuewu.

Mai Qinglan's parents had been dragged away twice already. Both mentally and physically, they had been left with deep scars. She heard that they were going to be raided again next week, so she panicked.

What could a girl still in school do? She had no choice but to beg everyone she could beg, even asking Li Wenbiao, that ugly monster she used to look down upon.

If it were in the past, if Li Wenbiao dared to get within half a meter of her, she would definitely ask: "Which little cookie are you again?"

Although this ugly monster dressed well, had a car, and lived in a large house, her family wasn't a small household either. The money her father and mother earned from singing opera was enough for her to live without worry.

But isn't it strange? Life seemed to be going against her, and it seemed to be torturing her.

She, who used to have money at home and influence at school, was now in trouble. Those students of her father and mother who used to come to her house to flatter them didn't come anymore; if they did come, it was to cause trouble.

But it was this ugly monster who still came to see her every morning. If she gave him a look, he would be overjoyed and beaming.

When she was lost and helpless, it was also this ugly monster who cautiously approached her, saying comforting words.

I don't know if she was completely disappointed or driven to a dead end, but Mai Qinglan looked at this ugly monster squarely for the first time and asked him if he liked her.

This ugly monster almost scared his own chin onto the floor, waving his hands repeatedly to say no, as if he were very afraid of offending her.

But Mai Qinglan knew, if the other party didn't like her, then were the months of "coincidental encounters" at the school gate just her own wishful thinking?

She had confidence in her own looks and also held a glimmer of hope for this ugly monster's identity.

No one in the school could save her family. Those who used to flatter her and pursue her were all avoiding her, feeling that she was a jinx and an unclean person.

So Mai Qinglan had no choice. She told the ugly monster that as long as he could save her parents, she would be willing to be his partner.

She thought it would be another disappointment and regret, but this ugly monster nodded and agreed, saying he would try his best to help, but didn't want her repayment.

What was this?

Mai Qinglan had learned opera since she was a child. She had learned the high-brow and the grand in opera, but she understood ingratitude and the heartlessness of a prostitute even more thoroughly.

It seemed that this fat guy's approach had existed since ancient times. In youth, who could refuse their own reward?

Did she really meet a peerless good man?

But God is too unfair. It really is just like in opera. Could it be that all the good-looking men in this world are bad guys?

And yet, the one who doesn't ask her to give herself to him and is worth entrusting is an ugly monster!

Today is Sunday. If the problem with her parents isn't solved, her father and mother might really be in trouble next week.

And the fat guy who was the only one who promised to help her had been waiting for her early. When asked about her parents, he said the person would arrive in a while, but she was anxious. Sitting on the doorstone, thinking about her family and her own affairs, she began to shed tears.

Listening to the fat guy's comfort, Mai Qinglan raised her head and asked with teary eyes, "Is the person you found reliable?"

"Reliable, absolutely reliable."

Li Wenbiao hesitated, taking the handkerchief in his hand to wipe her tears, but was afraid of offending the beauty, not knowing whether to reach out.

Mai Qinglan glanced at the fat guy, reached out to snatch the handkerchief, and wiped her tears herself, saying, "Tell me, what kind of connection did you find? The ones in the school definitely won't work; I've begged them all."

"It's not from the school. How would I know anyone in your school?"

Li Wenbiao said awkwardly, "If I knew your leaders, wouldn't I have known you long ago..."

He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, forced back by Mai Qinglan's gaze, but he still twitched the corner of his mouth and promised, "Don't worry, what I promised you, I can definitely do."

"What I promised you, I can also do."

As if fighting with the other party, or as if mocking the other party for staring at these things for fear that she would renege on her debt, Mai Qinglan replied.

She glanced at the school gate; she could certainly see the gazes of those classmates, but she had no energy to care about this now. What she cared about was the safety of her parents.

Seeing no signs of anyone coming from either side of the alley, she turned to look at the fat guy and asked, "Can't you tell the truth? Who exactly did you find?"

After finishing, as if remembering something, she pointed at the fat guy and said, "If you dare to lie to me and delay my father and mother's affairs, I won't be done with you!"

"Hiss~ Can you calm down? What time is it now~"

Li Wenbiao gestured to the courtyard and said, "We agreed on nine o'clock. Why don't we go inside and wait? What's the point of always staying here~"

"I'm not going."

Mai Qinglan glanced at the courtyard, feeling that this fat guy wasn't a good person either, and glared at him, saying, "If you want me to enter the door, you have to fulfill the requirements I mentioned first!"

"What do you take me for~"

Li Wenbiao was also helpless, waving his hands and saying, "Fine, fine, fine, we'll just squat at the gate and wait. I don't care if you want to let others watch the fun."

Mai Qinglan ignored the fat guy's provocation and sat on the stone doorstone, waiting with the fat guy while thinking about whether there were any other ways.

Although she had only been in contact with this fat guy for a few days, she had known him for a long time. Just based on his persistence in "coincidentally encountering" her every morning, she knew she couldn't ask anything out of him.

But if you asked her to give up on the fat guy and find other ways, she had no choice. If she could think of a way, she wouldn't be struggling with this fat guy.

Time reached nine o'clock, and the sun was shining through the gate hall onto the threshold, but no one had arrived yet.

Facing Mai Qinglan's suspicious gaze, Li Wenbiao was sweating on his forehead.

"I'll go out and take a look. You stay here, don't walk around!"

Signaling to Mai Qinglan and suppressing the other party's anxiety, Li Wenbiao swayed to the middle of the alley and looked at the intersection.

But the only people coming and going at the alley entrance were students and neighbors out for a stroll on their day off; he didn't see Brother Wu's small car.

"Fatty! You..."

Seeing the fat guy's anxious expression, Mai Qinglan knew no one had come and jumped up in a hurry.

But before her words could be shouted, she saw a look of joy on the fat guy's anxious face.

"Beep~ Beep~"

A burst of car horns dispersed the pedestrians in the alley, and the car stopped at the gate of the large mansion.

A young man stood up directly from the driver's seat, pointed at the fat guy in the middle of the road, and laughed and scolded, "Where did this dead fat guy come from? Don't you want to live? If you want to frame someone, pick a good place to die!"

Li Wenbiao twitched the corner of his mouth, ignored the bastard, walked around the front of the car to the passenger side, looked at Li Xuewu getting out of the car, and said with a dry laugh, "Brother Wu, you've arrived."

"Isn't it nine o'clock?"

Li Xuewu raised his hand to look at his watch, raised his eyebrows, and gestured to Lao Biaozi.

Li Wenbiao didn't look at the watch, but pointed at Gu Yan, who was sizing up Mai Qinglan after parking the car, and asked, "Why did he come?"

Before Li Xuewu could answer, Gu Yan walked over with a smile, patted Lao Biaozi on the shoulder, and said, "I didn't expect the saying 'a hero has no good wife, a lazy man marries a beautiful one' to be true!"

"Go, go, go~ Why are you joining in the fun!"

Lao Biaozi impatiently shook off the hand of Brother Wu's annoying brother-in-law, his eyes involuntarily looking at Mai Qinglan standing at the gate.

Mai Qinglan was also stunned for a moment. She had thought this fat guy had some ability, but she hadn't expected him to have such friends.

It's just that could these friends handle her parents' problems?

It wasn't that she doubted the background of these two people—after all, being able to drive a Jeep meant they weren't ordinary people—but to say that these two young people came to handle her parents' affairs, was it a bit unreliable?

If this fat guy had found someone in their forties, or even thirties, she would have had some confidence. But looking at the one who jumped out of the driver's seat, he was a reckless one, though he did look like he had some background.

And what kind of person got out of the passenger seat?

Scarred face, toad sunglasses, white shirt, black trousers, black leather shoes on his feet, and that three-seven parted hair that could make a mosquito do the splits—what kind of hooligan boss is this?

In the old days, the young masters of wealthy and powerful families in the capital looked like this, and they had to be young masters from the military, otherwise they couldn't have this fierce figure and temperament.

To be honest, Mai Qinglan wasn't crying now, entirely because she was scared by this scarred man in front of her.

"Do business first, I have to go to target practice later."

Li Xuewu pointed to the girl standing on the steps at the gate and asked Lao Biaozi, "Is it her?"

"Ah?! I'll introduce you."

Lao Biaozi didn't continue the staring contest with Gu Yan, took Li Xuewu to the gate, and introduced him to Mai Qinglan, "This is my brother, you call him Brother Wu."

After finishing, seeing Mai Qinglan's suspicious look, with no intention of saying hello, he hurriedly introduced her to Li Xuewu, "This is my... a friend of mine, named Mai Qinglan, the one I told you about..."

Li Xuewu nodded, but his eyebrows raised. He took off his toad sunglasses, gestured to the girl standing on the steps looking at him, and asked Lao Biaozi, "Didn't you say you were handling affairs for your partner~"

After finishing, he amusedly sized up the girl with red eyes; she did have a pitiful temperament.

"Brother Wu, listen to me explain..."

Lao Biaozi saw Brother Wu say this, and blinked his eyes, pulling Li Xuewu to explain.

But Li Xuewu didn't respond to him, instead lowering his eyelids and saying, "We brothers have to say the ugly words first. Handling affairs for your own brother is fine, but if you're playing that 'deep love and lingering regret' routine, I don't want to bother with you."

"Brother Wu~"

Lao Biaozi just wanted to explain again, but saw Mai Qinglan reach out and pull him, standing in front of Li Xuewu herself.

"He is deep in love, and I will certainly not let him have lingering regrets."

Mai Qinglan looked at Li Xuewu seriously and said, "As long as my parents are safe, today is Sunday, getting the marriage certificate tomorrow is fine."

"Pfft~ Cough cough~"

Gu Yan, who was leaning on the car drinking water from a canteen, was choked by the girl's "bold words." Facing the gazes of the three, he waved his hand and smiled, telling them to continue.

Li Wenbiao hated this bastard to death. He naturally knew this kid when Brother Wu got married, and he had also met this kid at Brother Wu's house later.

He didn't do serious work, but he was excellent at chatting. He played wildly at the club, and the bills were all charged to Brother Wu's name—a pure prodigal son.

Li Xuewu didn't bother with them, raised his eyebrows to size up the girl, nodded, and said, "Fine, then we'll get the marriage certificate tomorrow."

"Brother Wu~"

Lao Biaozi now wanted to die. One Gu Yan was enough to make a scene, why was Brother Wu starting to be unreliable now too?

What's this about getting married? If he gets married so early with his conditions, wouldn't it be a waste? How many young girls' hearts would be broken~

Mai Qinglan heard Li Xuewu say this, raised her eyebrows, and was about to speak, but Li Xuewu waved his hand and asked, "I have other things to do, make it short."

After finishing, without giving Mai Qinglan a chance to ask, he asked directly, "Your parents are both professors, right?"

"Yes!"

Mai Qinglan nodded to confirm. She was about to explain, but was interrupted by Li Xuewu again: "You understand the current situation. Can you accept that they cannot continue to work at the school?"

This was something Mai Qinglan hadn't thought about. She was focused on solving the danger of her parents' identity, but hadn't thought about whether they could still work after the problem was solved.

Li Xuewu gave her time to think, took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, and threw the rest to Gu Yan in the car.

Mai Qinglan frowned and said, "The school principal is gone, and the teachers are all gone. What work is there to do?"

After finishing, she raised her head to look at Li Xuewu and asked, "Do you mean that once the problem is solved, my father and mother can't stay at the school, right?"

"It's not you asking me, but me asking you."

Li Xuewu didn't answer her question, pointed at her with the hand holding the cigarette, and said, "Tell me clearly, if they can't work here anymore, can you accept it?"

Mai Qinglan frowned and looked at Li Xuewu. After thinking for a while, she nodded under the fat guy's gaze and said, "I can accept it."

She actually wanted to ask, could the problem be solved and they could still continue to work here?

But the reality was, not only did this scarred man not want to answer her question, but there were no classes to teach at the school. Everyone was stranded at the school, and she didn't know when this revolution would end.

Survival is paramount.

She had heard that many teachers at the school had already met with trouble; some were dealt with, and some couldn't bear the humiliation. Anyway, it was very scary.

Her father and mother were not strong-willed. After these two times, they couldn't bear it anymore. If it happened again, they would probably be ruined.

She only now understood the choice the man in front of her gave her: work or life.

Li Xuewu took a puff of his cigarette, nodded, and continued to ask, "Will their problems affect you personally?"

"Me? Yes!"

Mai Qinglan's brain was spinning, trying hard to keep up with this man's thinking. She said very clearly, "I have already been criticized and isolated because of my parents' identity. If..."

Before she could finish, Li Xuewu had already nodded, indicating he understood what she was going to say next. No need to say more.

"One last question."

Li Xuewu took a hard puff of his cigarette, blew out the smoke, and asked, "Are you sure you're going to get the marriage certificate with this fat guy tomorrow, right?"

Mai Qinglan was stunned. Was this very relevant to handling her parents' problem? Or was he afraid she would regret it and renege on the debt?

No!

It wasn't the first question, but the second. Her parents' problems had already affected her, and the solution to her parents' problem was definitely not conventional. It would definitely implicate her, which meant she had to get out of the school.

What does that mean?

That is, drop out, or hide, and wait for the wind to pass. This person was asking about this meaning. Getting married to the fat guy is just the meaning of hiding from the wind.

She is a student. Because of her identity, the organization that manages her is the school, and the people in the school.

But what if she gets married?

The person who manages her is the neighborhood office. Only after she starts working will she return to the embrace of the organization. So, it is to actively break away from this danger.

Mai Qinglan hesitated, her mouth opening and closing, unable to say the decision to leave school.

Li Xuewu lowered his eyelids and continued to smoke, not caring about waiting for her for a while.

Lao Biaozi stood to the side, a bit anxious, pulled Mai Qinglan, and said, "Don't have any concerns. How can emotional matters be a joke? I really never thought about getting married to you. I'm helping you not for..."

Mai Qinglan ignored the fat guy who was chattering and explaining, but looked at the scarred man and the driver watching the fun in the car. She knew she only had this one chance to choose.

The scarred man's words were concise and direct, as if he were someone who could get things done. She didn't know the other party's identity, but she knew her parents' lives had to be saved today. Her university, like her parents' work, had no need to be considered for the time being.

So, Mai Qinglan turned to look at the fat guy who was still explaining that feelings shouldn't be rushed, and interrupted, "Fatty, tell me seriously, will you be good to me?"

"Ah?!"

Li Wenbiao was stunned, looking at Mai Qinglan blankly, not knowing why she asked this. Wasn't he good enough to any pretty girl!

"I..."

Before he could speak, Gu Yan, who was sitting in the car, laughed and started a scene, "Yo, Fatty, you have this blessing~"

"Shut up~"

Li Wenbiao glared at the other party, then looked at Mai Qinglan and said, "You know me, I... what culture do I have? I haven't even been to university, I..."

Mentioning his education, he was really a bit inferior. Looking at Mai Qinglan, he stammered, "I only finished primary school, middle school... I middle school... I don't look good either..."

Li Xuewu and Gu Yan tried hard to hold back their laughter, listening to their big brother's true confession. At this moment, Lao Biaozi seemed very sincere, and his face was red.

Mai Qinglan, however, carefully sized up this fat guy, sizing him up hard, trying hard to imagine her future emotional life.

Li Wenbiao said inferiorly, "I have no culture, no looks, no good family background. I'm just a manager of a recycling station. Besides having this house, having a car, and having some money, I'm nothing. I know I'm not worthy of you..."

Mai Qinglan was a bit stunned. She didn't know how to answer this fat guy's words.

A down-and-out loser "bumping into" a man, only to turn out to be a domineering CEO?

What kind of damn dog-blood small theater style is this!

Li Xuewu also found that this girl was speechless. He lowered his head and patted his big brother's shoulder, whispering a reminder, "Remember, don't talk like this in the future, be careful of being beaten to death by others!"

Ignoring Li Wenbiao's surprise, he asked Mai Qinglan, "Are your parents at home?"

Li Xuewu often asked other girls this in the past, very smoothly.

"At home."

Mai Qinglan glanced at the fat guy who hadn't answered her yet and explained, "But people from the school work committee are watching them, it counts as house arrest."

Li Xuewu nodded, raised his hand to gesture to the Jeep at the gate, and said, "Get in the car, lead the way, go to your house."

"But, there are many of them over there."

Although Mai Qinglan could feel Li Xuewu's fierce temperament, she always felt that there were only two people—no, counting the fat guy, only three people.

This wasn't a question of three people against a few people. She was going to solve her parents' organizational identity problem, not to go and grab people savagely.

Li Xuewu just nodded and had already stepped into the car, ignoring her words.

Watching the fat guy close the gate of the mansion and gesture for her to get in the car, that confident look made her sigh, and she could only follow and get in the car.

The Jeep was driven very smoothly by Gu Yan. He turned the steering wheel and turned onto the alley road, without ignoring the curious students on the opposite side at all.

These little brats also twitched their mouths when they saw such a cow-like Jeep, and went back.

In this era, everyone is cow-like. Little brats also know who can be bullied and who cannot. If you don't know the background of someone driving a Jeep, don't make trouble randomly.

Mai Qinglan sat in the back seat of the Jeep, holding the front seat hard. She was really afraid of being thrown out, and this fat guy would inherit her family's inheritance.

Fortunately, this unreliable driver in front still had some skill. After a series of twists and turns, one second before she was about to get motion sickness, the car finally stopped at the gate of their house. ===== CHAPTER 783 =====