Since the overseas trip did not happen, Wang Hao and the others gradually lost interest in bringing up Fu Hanye.
The school counselor called several times, urging Fu Hanye to return to school for classes. Otherwise, if he failed to earn enough credits this semester, he would have to repeat the year.
Fu Hanye did not care much about credits. In any case, for the sake of appearances, Fu Jingnian would find a way to ensure he graduated on time.
That afternoon, a guest came to the Fu Family residence, claiming to be Fu Hanye’s classmate and asking him to go back to school.
Uncle Zhou served hot black tea and cookies, asking the guest to wait.
It had been rainy for two consecutive days, and Fu Hanye did not feel like going anywhere. He stayed at home, passing time by playing games.
When Uncle Zhou said a classmate had come looking for him, he lazily replied: “Tell her I’m not home.”
Uncle Zhou: …
Uncle Zhou said: “But I already told her you are at home.”
Fu Hanye let out a short laugh. “Is she some Emperor? Just because she wants to see me, I have to meet her?”
Uncle Zhou was helpless. Since Fu Hanye insisted on not meeting her, he had no choice but to say some polite words to send the guest away.
Unexpectedly, when he returned to the living room, he saw He Sheng chatting with the visitor.
Since she could not see clearly, He Sheng’s daily life was very boring. Unlike the Original Owner, whose spirit had been severely traumatized and could stay alone quietly like a mushroom, He Sheng could not endure such stillness.
She could not use her phone, nor could she watch television. Every day, she simply walked around the villa to accumulate steps.
It passed the time and also counted as exercise.
When she wandered into the living room, He Sheng noticed a long-haired girl sitting on the sofa.
No need to guess—she must be a guest.
The maids of the Fu Family all tied their hair up and would not sit so openly on the living room sofa. Only guests would do that.
He Sheng had originally planned to leave. She would not have guests of her own, so this was most likely a visitor for the Fu Family.
But the other party called out to her.
“Hello, may I ask if you are Fu Hanye’s younger sister?” The girl stood up, somewhat reserved. “I’m Fu Hanye’s classmate, Shen Yao.”
He Sheng paused mid-step.
Shen Yao?
The female lead?
They had actually met just like this?
He Sheng felt a sense of unreal illusion.
In the original story, the Original Owner had never even met Shen Yao once.
Yet on the fourth day after transmigrating into the book, she had already had this historic encounter with the female lead.
He Sheng turned around and solemnly shook hands with Shen Yao.
—Hello, female lead. Please take care of me.
Shen Yao was very pleased to receive He Sheng’s response, her smile becoming even brighter.
However, she quickly noticed that He Sheng was different from ordinary people. Her eyes were covered with a ribbon, and she could not speak.
He Sheng found paper and a pen on the coffee table and wrote carefully: I am the older sister, not the younger one.
Even being older by one year still counted—she refused to become the younger sister.
“Is that so? You just look very young.“ Shen Yao said, her gaze unconsciously carrying a trace of pity.
If it had been a congenital disability, she would not be able to write. Fu Hanye’s sister wrote very fluently, so she must have once been a healthy person. It was just unknown what she had gone through to become like this.
He Sheng curved her lips into a smile. Anyone would be happy to be praised for looking young.
He Sheng continued writing: You can call me He Sheng.
“Your name sounds very nice.”
He Sheng: Thank you.
The two chatted casually for a while before Shen Yao brought up the purpose of her visit.
“Fu Hanye has missed classes for quite a few days. The teacher called him, but he still won’t attend. Recently, there’s a group assignment, and he’s been placed in my group. I couldn’t reach him, so I had no choice but to come here and ask.”
Shen Yao was someone who took her studies very seriously. Her family background was average, so she valued education greatly.
She could not control whether Fu Hanye earned enough credits, but she hoped he would not drag the group down.
For this assignment, the teacher required them to carry out an entrepreneurial practice. Simply put, they had one month to run a small business.
Setting up a street stall or opening a shop were both acceptable. Groups consisted of four people.
If it were an ordinary group assignment, Shen Yao would not have bothered coming to find Fu Hanye—at most, it would just be adding another name.
But this time was different. Entrepreneurial practice required time, effort, and money.
Shen Yao and the other two group members were unwilling to let Fu Hanye contribute nothing yet still receive credit for the course. If he would not show up, at least he could contribute financially, right?
Wasn’t he a third-generation rich heir? He should be willing to pay some money in exchange for having his name included.
He Sheng listened attentively and wrote on the paper: He’s bad.
Shen Yao said seriously: “He Sheng, if possible, you should try to persuade him more. We’re already in our third year. Fu Hanye can’t keep wasting time like this. You’re his sister—he should listen to what you say.”
He Sheng forced a polite smile.
Fu Hanye would listen to her?
What a joke.
“Uncle Zhou, has the threshold of my house become so low? Any random cat or dog can just walk in now.” A voice came from the staircase. Shen Yao and He Sheng both turned their heads. Fu Hanye descended the stairs slowly, his sharp gaze piercing toward Shen Yao through his hair.
He was a natural clothes hanger. Even simple gray-and-white loungewear looked high-end on him. Combined with his excellent physique, he resembled a strolling black panther.
Only, the black panther did not seem to be in a good mood.
Shen Yao bit her lip lightly, suppressing the anger from being insulted. Her tone turned somewhat stern. “Fu Hanye, please respond to messages when you see them. Entrepreneurial practice is an important course this semester. You may not care about credits, but we do!”
Fu Hanye looked down at her, narrowing his eyes. “Why are you shouting here? So noisy.”
At this time, as a mere third-year student, Fu Hanye had not yet become as ruthless as he would later be, but his lack of respect for others was exactly the same.
He Sheng quietly pricked up her ears, enjoying the drama at close range. This scene was thrilling and real—far more engaging than those cheaply made idol dramas.
Moreover, the book had never described their student days in detail. It had only briefly mentioned that Shen Yao and Fu Hanye were in the same class during university.
At that time, Fu Hanye was arrogant and dismissive. He did not recognize any of his classmates, let alone Shen Yao, who only wanted to study diligently and lived a simple life—he had never paid her any attention.
Their story truly began only after graduation, when they met again. By then, Shen Yao had already become a rising popular actress, known in the industry as the pinnacle of the “delicate beauty” type.
Shen Yao repeatedly reminded herself not to argue with Fu Hanye. He was just a spoiled rich kid—she should not expect him to speak like a decent person.
“I’ve said all I need to say. Do whatever you want.”
She considered it meddling in others’ business. She would go back and apply to the teacher to remove Fu Hanye from the group. The three of them could complete the assignment on their own.
Shen Yao left in a huff. Fu Hanye did not care at all. He bent down and picked up the paper on the table.
“I am the older sister, not the younger one. He’s bad?” Fu Hanye waved the paper. “A little mute daring to spread rumors—who gave you the courage?”
He Sheng straightened her chest righteously. How was she spreading rumors? Every word was true, not a single lie.
Fu Hanye crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash before taking his car keys and heading out.
【Host, your remaining life will run out by ten tomorrow morning. Aren’t you worried Fu Hanye won’t come back all night?】
He Sheng pursed her lips and silently recited: “Shut up.”
There was no need to keep reminding her of such bad news. She treasured her little life very much, okay!