After sharing his plan with Su Panyue, Chen Luo had initially worried she might hesitate. But to his surprise, the girl supported him unconditionally.
“Brother Luo, you just do what you want. Leave the rest to me.”
After hanging up, Chen Luo walked to the window, feeling completely refreshed.
Outside, life was awakening. Flowers and grass swayed gently in the breeze, and the tall buildings were bathed in the early spring sunlight. Everything brimmed with vitality—just like his youth.
Youth should burn like a blazing fire, blooming without restraint.
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The next day, Jiang Kewei looked pale and weak, lying limply on her desk.
Song Qingyu sat beside her, explaining, “Weiwei is sick. Keep your voices down.”
“What kind of illness? I can’t say.”
“Oh come on, I really can’t tell you, stop asking.”
Whenever someone asked what Jiang Kewei was suffering from, Song Qingyu would zip her lips. After stirring up everyone’s curiosity, she leaned in close to Jiang Kewei and whispered, “Weiwei, act a little weaker. Chen Luo should be here soon.”
Jiang Kewei relaxed her upper body and slumped against the desk, completely drained.
“Yes, that’s it. Weiwei, just hold on a bit longer.”
But they waited and waited… all the way until class started—and Chen Luo never showed up.
Jiang Kewei lay there until her entire body ached, and even her carefully styled hair was a mess.
Only when the teacher arrived did they learn that Chen Luo had taken leave!
“Damn it! Did he do this on purpose? Why choose this exact day to take leave?” Song Qingyu’s face twisted with frustration.
If Chen Luo didn’t come, who were they putting on this performance for?
“It’s okay, Weiwei. If he doesn’t come today, there’s always tomorrow. He can’t avoid school forever.”
“Mm.” Hearing that Chen Luo had taken leave, Jiang Kewei’s first reaction wasn’t concern—but disappointment that her plan couldn’t be carried out.
But there was always tomorrow. If not tomorrow, then the day after. Chen Luo couldn’t possibly avoid school forever.
However…
The second day, Chen Luo was still on leave.
The third day, he still hadn’t come.
By now, the class was buzzing with discussions.
The top scorer of the high school entrance joint exams had already taken three days off since the start of school—how could his grades not be affected? This chapter was copied from novelping.com without permission.
Even the homeroom teacher found it inappropriate and made a call after class.
“Hello, is this Chen Luo’s father? Chen Luo hasn’t been to school for three days. This could seriously affect his studies. Even though it’s just the first year of high school and the workload isn’t heavy yet, without a solid foundation, how will he handle the college entrance exam? Chen Luo is one of our school’s key students. We really hope he can become this year’s top scorer in the province.”
“I hope you can work with us to supervise Chen Luo’s studies.”
“Teacher Xia, Chen Luo isn’t like ordinary kids. Sometimes, even I don’t know what he’s thinking or planning. I don’t want to interfere. I just want him to do what he wants, freely.”
“As for grades, even if he fails the college entrance exam, it doesn’t matter. I’ve already prepared over ten properties and several million yuan in savings for him. It’s more than enough for him to spend his life doing nothing.”
Teacher Xia suffered the biggest professional setback of her career that day. After hanging up the call, she cried while marking three whole volumes of lesson plans.
She couldn’t compete with a powerful father, so she could only work even harder.
For the first time, she felt genuinely jealous of her own student.
Chen Luo didn’t appear at school for an entire week.
Song Qingyu couldn’t sit still anymore.
“Weiwei, we can’t just keep waiting like this. We have to come up with something else.”
Without Chen Luo around, there were still plenty of other guys willing to throw themselves at Jiang Kewei, but none of them could satisfy her desires the way Chen Luo did.
When buying an expensive new dress, Chen Luo wouldn’t even blink while paying.
Unlike that guy yesterday—fumbling for ages and still unable to pay—making her feel utterly humiliated by the store staff.
Chen Luo was also considerate. He even knew when she was on her period and would thoughtfully bring her brown sugar water.
Not like the guy from a few days ago, who bought her cold water during her period and left her with stomach cramps for days.
Jiang Kewei realized a cruel truth—she didn’t love Chen Luo, but she couldn’t live without him.
So when Song Qingyu came up with a plan, although she knew it wasn’t right, she still agreed half-heartedly.
“We need to make Chen Luo realize that he wronged you, that he hurt you deeply. As long as he feels guilty, he’ll come back to you and treat you even better than before.”
The moment she heard “treat you even better,” Jiang Kewei was moved.
After school, with Song Qingyu’s help, she carried all the gifts Chen Luo had given her downstairs.
From elementary school through middle school, Chen Luo had given her over a hundred gifts.
Song Qingyu handed her a lighter. “Weiwei, burn them.”
“But… I’m a little reluctant.”
MP4s, CDs, music boxes, bunny-eared plushies…
More than thirty beautiful dresses—from small sizes when she was little to the ones she fit in now. One after another, they represented her growth over the past nine years.
There were also many limited-edition CDs and DVDs.
All of these were rare items, hard to find even with money, yet Chen Luo had bought her a pile. You are reading on novelping.com, the official source.
Each one was expensive. Burning them like this really made her heart ache.
“Aiya, what’s there to feel bad about? Just burn them, and then ask Chen Luo to buy them for you again.”
That made sense.
Jiang Kewei calmly set everything on fire.
Flames licked the air, and the blaze grew fiercer. The heat distorted the air around them.
Jiang Kewei stood silently, the firelight painting her flawless face a bright red.
She still naïvely trusted Song Qingyu, completely unaware that with the burning of these gifts, something else had also vanished forever.
That evening, Jiang Kewei posted an update.
In the photo, she stood with her back to the fire and the sunset. Her silhouette was stunning, the atmosphere dramatic.
Caption: Sealing my heart, locking away love.
The moment Chen Luo saw that post, he burst out laughing.
He never thought he’d live to see this kind of cringy caption.
Love?
Who had Jiang Kewei ever loved?
Probably just herself.
And she even burned all the gifts he’d given her over the past nine years…
Well, that’s fine. Those things were expensive. Better to burn them than let someone like Jiang Kewei use them.
Let that fire sever all ties between him and Jiang Kewei.
Still, Jiang Kewei’s goal of gaining sympathy had succeeded.
Back then, when posting personal updates had just become trendy, everyone loved gossiping about who posted what—especially someone like Jiang Kewei, a campus belle whose every move drew attention.
The next day at school, with Song Qingyu’s enthusiastic promotion, the whole class quickly learned one thing: Jiang Kewei was heartbroken because of Chen Luo.
As soon as class ended, everyone swarmed over to offer comfort.
“Weiwei, what happened?”
“Did you and Chen Luo use to date?”
“Were those gifts you burned all from Chen Luo?”
“Isn’t Chen Luo with Su Panyue now? What exactly is your relationship with him?”