A flicker of impatience flashed in Jiang Yi’s eyes, yet his face still wore that perfectly measured smile, his voice as gentle as water: “There are too many people here, some things aren’t convenient to discuss.”
Of course they weren’t convenient.
Sang Yu sneered coldly. She hadn’t answered the calls from the Shen family or Jiang Yi last night—they must be getting anxious.
The only reason they were looking for her now was surely about Shen Yanyan’s blood transfusion.
Sang Yu nodded, as if believing Jiang Yi’s words, and obediently followed him out of the classroom.
The other students watched the two figures depart, and once they were gone, the murmurs grew unrestrained.
“Holy shit! Sang Yu and Jiang Yi! There’s something going on between them!”
“Never would’ve thought it.”
“I actually think they look pretty good together.”
Sang Yu didn’t know what her classmates were saying behind her. She followed Jiang Yi to the end of the corridor where they were alone. The gentle refinement Jiang Yi had displayed earlier vanished, replaced by a face full of anxiety and a tone laced with accusation.
“Where were you last night? Do you have any idea Yan Yan almost had an emergency?”
Before Sang Yu could respond, Jiang Yi continued:
“You need to know your limits when being willful! I don’t care how you usually mess around or act spoiled, but when it comes to matters of life and death, is this something you can just casually be stubborn about?”
Sang Yu let out a soft laugh, light yet strikingly abrupt, cutting off Jiang Yi’s torrent of accusations. He looked at her in disbelief, as if he hadn’t expected her to laugh.
Seeing his expression, the mockery in Sang Yu’s eyes grew even more pronounced.
Look at him, so natural, so taken for granted.
Because Shen Yanyan needed it, and because her blood could help Shen Yanyan, whether it was the Shen family or Jiang Yi—no one ever asked if it hurt her, or if she was willing.
And if she occasionally failed to meet their expectations, all she got was endless blame. How ridiculous.
“So, did Shen Yanyan die?”
Sang Yu tilted her head as she spoke, her tone flat. Her exquisitely delicate face wore an expression of soft, vulnerable innocence, but the words she uttered were so calm and startling.
At the very least, Jiang Yi was incredulous at that moment.
How could the well-behaved Sang Yu say such a thing? Recovering from his shock, Jiang Yi frowned, his tone unconsciously sharpening.
“What are you saying? She’s your sister! How can you curse her to die? Where is your conscience?”She’s surnamed Shen, I’m surnamed Sang,” Sang Yu’s voice was naturally soft, even carrying a hint of coquettishness when she acted spoiled with Huo Yan, but now, directed at Jiang Yi, it was filled with nothing but coldness. “I have no relation to the Shen family. Not in the past, not now, and not in the future.”
“I don’t owe Shen Yanyan anything, and you’re no longer my fiancé. Don’t come looking for me anymore.”
Not wanting to waste time arguing with Jiang Yi, Sang Yu tossed out these two sentences and prepared to leave.
Jiang Yi’s expression could no longer be described as just surprised.
What had Sang Yu just said?
That she didn’t owe Shen Yanyan anything? That she had no ties to the Shen family?
That he wasn’t her fiancé anymore? What kind of joke was this!
Even now, Jiang Yi believed Sang Yu was just throwing a tantrum. Though he felt annoyed and was taken aback by her change, when he saw her turn to leave, he instinctively grabbed her wrist.
Sang Yu couldn’t break free and glared at Jiang Yi, frowning. “Let go!”
“What nonsense are you spouting now? Stop being willful, okay? Yan Yan needs you right now.”
Sang Yu cursed inwardly. Was Jiang Yi truly incapable of understanding human speech, or what?
The commotion between the two had drawn many classmates to lean out of the windows and watch. When Jiang Yi grabbed Sang Yu’s hand, he felt a chilling gaze fixed on it.
Following the sensation, he glanced over and noticed someone sitting by the back door of Sang Yu’s classroom. He hadn’t noticed when the person arrived.
One leg was stretched out casually, the other propped up. The person twirled a pen in their hand, their expression indifferent. Though their eyes seemed to drift casually in Jiang Yi’s direction, there was an unmistakable hint of menace in them.
Jiang Yi was still wary of Huo Yan.
Huo Yan was like a madman—you never knew what he cared about, or whether the smile on his lips one moment might turn into him grabbing a stool and hurling it at your head the next.
In the end, Jiang Yi released Sang Yu. Without a moment’s hesitation, she turned and went back to the classroom. Only after she had left did Jiang Yi feel the chilling sensation fade. Frowning, he stared at the spot where Huo Yan had been.
Was it just a coincidence?
Sang Yu returned to her seat. From Huo Yan’s angle, he could see the redness at the corners of her eyes, as if she had been crying. Paired with her fair, delicate face, she looked utterly pitiful.
Huo Yan casually picked up a tissue and handed it to Sang Yu. She stared at the hand in front of her—the tissue pinched between his index and middle finger, his entire demeanor radiating nonchalance, as if the gesture meant nothing at all.
Sang Yu shot him a glare and refused to take it, turning away to avoid looking at him.
Huo Yan chuckled inwardly. Who would have thought—this little girl had quite the temper.