Qin Yi couldn’t be bothered with any of it. He walked around Chen Jinghui and headed for the exit. But Chen Jinghui seemed dead set on making trouble. No matter whether Qin Yi moved left or right, he immediately shifted to block him.
“…What the hell do you want?” Qin Yi was finally fed up.
“Just treating you to a meal,” Chen Jinghui replied, pausing when he noticed Qin Yi’s darkened expression, then added, “And to talk about Qin Xiaofeng.”
The moment those three words left his mouth, Qin Yi’s expression turned cold.
Sensing it, Chen Jinghui quickly clarified, “Don’t get me wrong. I can’t stand that bastard Qin Xiaofeng either. I’m probably the only person in school besides you who’s praying something awful happens to him.”
That line made Qin Yi’s expression ease slightly.
He took a good look at Chen Jinghui, then turned back, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
“How did you and Qin Xiaofeng end up enemies?” Qin Yi asked.
“More than half a year ago at a banquet, that bastard stirred up some trouble and then pushed all the blame onto me. I ended up getting it from my family afterward. Even though I explained everything, they still bring it up now and then. It’s fucking annoying,” Chen Jinghui said, eyes burning with rage.
He didn’t go into detail, but Qin Yi could guess that whatever Qin Xiaofeng had pinned on him, it wasn’t a minor issue. During the three years he was back with the Qin family, he’d seen firsthand just how manipulative and scheming Qin Xiaofeng was.
And just a few days ago, because of Qin Xiaofeng’s staged “allergy incident,” he’d completely fallen out with the Qin family.
“Wait, aren’t you curious how I know you’re from the Qin family?” Chen Jinghui suddenly changed the subject.
“Not at all,” Qin Yi answered flatly.
From the conversation just now, he had already picked up on the key clue. For someone to be at the same banquet as the Qin family, their background couldn’t be ordinary. Naturally, he’d be familiar with the core members of the Qin family. Plus, with Qin Huizhu constantly coming to school and causing a scene, especially this morning, anyone who knew the Qin family and was paying attention could easily put the pieces together.
“How boring,” Chen Jinghui muttered, realizing Qin Yi had figured it out.
“Honestly though, there’s something I really am curious about,” Chen Jinghui said again. “If your sister hadn’t come to school these past two days, I wouldn’t have even known the Qin family had an heir stashed away. So tell me, where exactly did they hide you for all those years?” This chapter was copied from novelping dot com without permission.
“I’m not a member of the Qin family. Don’t tie me to them,” Qin Yi said, his face showing clear disgust.
Seeing this reaction, Chen Jinghui wasn’t surprised. From how Qin Huizhu had acted at school the past two days, it wasn’t hard to figure out the relationship—or lack thereof—between Qin Yi and the Qin family. And chances were, Qin Xiaofeng played a big part in that.
“Alright, alright, we won’t talk about that,” Chen Jinghui said as he picked up the burger the owner just brought over and took a bite. “So, are you interested in working with me to screw over that bastard Qin Xiaofeng?”
Qin Yi was silent for a moment, then replied, “Not interested.”
Did he hate Qin Xiaofeng?
Absolutely.
Most of the suffering he endured in the Qin family was directly or indirectly because of the person who stole the life that should’ve been his. If the chance came, he’d love nothing more than to see Qin Xiaofeng dead. Even though he knew Qin Xiaofeng would fall seriously ill and die in a few months, if he just died like that, it would be too easy.
But now wasn’t the time. He had a new home, and sisters who truly treated him as family. He couldn’t let his personal grudge drag them into anything dangerous. The Qin family wasn’t to be underestimated—especially his so-called father.
So, if revenge was to come, it would have to wait until he had the power to protect everything he cared about. Right now, the only thing he needed to focus on was fulfilling the promise he made to Sister Rumeng and not disappointing her expectations.
“Really not interested?” Chen Jinghui asked again.
“No.” Qin Yi stood up and walked away.
“Hey, hey!”
Chen Jinghui looked anxious. “Alright, fine, don’t cooperate—but at least finish your burger! I already ordered it and paid. Don’t waste food!” Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
He quickly asked the owner for a bag, stuffed the untouched burger into it, and chased after Qin Yi.
“Come on, don’t be so heartless. Even if we don’t work together, we can still be friends, right? I’m telling you, I get a good vibe from you!”
“Save it. I’ve got nothing worth using,” Qin Yi replied coldly.
He knew full well that if they didn’t share a common target, Chen Jinghui wouldn’t have approached him at all—probably wouldn’t even have looked him in the eye. If he truly wanted to be friends, they’d have been friends sometime in the past year they shared a class.
“No need to say it like that,” Chen Jinghui said, still walking beside him. “I know what you’re thinking, but I really do just want to be friends now. I like people with character—and you’ve got it. No other reason.”
Qin Yi didn’t bother replying. He continued walking toward the school cafeteria without saying a word.
But Chen Jinghui stuck to him like glue, rambling on about friendship and refusing to shut up or go away.
Qin Yi ignored him the entire way, treating him like air.
When he returned to the classroom after lunch, he saw a girl sitting in his seat.
“Qin Yi, you’re back?” she said sweetly, clearly having waited for him for a while.
Qin Yi frowned deeply when he saw her delicate, pretty face.
He recognized this girl.
Zhou Nianwei.
The most popular and universally acknowledged school beauty in all of Yunyin First High School. She was the dream girl for countless male students.
But at the same time, she was also one of the people Qin Yi hated most in his previous life.