Chapter Forty-One: Truly, Thank You

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The lively young man before him was none other than the person Qin Anyi had frightened away at the school gate that very afternoon. By some strange twist of fate, after suffering a terrible scare at the entrance of Changqing No. 1 High School, he had planned to hit up Fang Hao and Philin for a night of fun, hoping to soothe his wounded pride. Little did he expect that his luck would be so rotten as to run into this harbinger of misfortune yet again.

Tonight, with Fang Hao footing the bill, and considering he was already a regular in the neighborhood scene—earning commissions and discounts for bringing in customers—his spirits had been high. Not long before, Zhao Yang had called, asking where he was and letting him know he wanted to come over and hang out. The thought of Zhao Yang’s alluring girlfriend, Lu Feifei, was enough to send a thrill through him, especially since someone else was paying. He agreed without hesitation.

Lu Feifei was still in high school, but from the way she carried herself, she was anything but naive. This eighteen-year-old senior clearly cared little for propriety, and her uninhibited lifestyle only made her more tantalizing in his eyes.

“No... No! I’ll hit myself right now!” For some reason, facing Qin Anyi’s smiling face filled Da Fei with dread. He shuddered, raised his hand without a second thought, and began to slap himself hard on the cheeks.

Slap after slap echoed in the room—at least a dozen times—until both cheeks were swollen. Only then did he stop, looking at Qin Anyi with trepidation, clearly awaiting his verdict.

“I have no desire to bicker with you. Just remember: some things can be said, some things are best left unsaid. Illness comes from the mouth, but so does disaster,” Qin Anyi remarked, glancing around before continuing, “There’s nothing much of interest here. We won’t disturb you any longer. Carry on with your evening.”

With that, he paid no further heed to the people lounging on the sofa, and strode off with Yang Cheng and the others.

Qin Anyi had not expected things to resolve so easily. He had thought he might need to stir up some trouble first, just to show Yang Cheng what kind of person Zhao Yang truly was—a man who would readily abandon his principles for physical pleasure, someone with a weak will who crumbled in the face of pressure. Such a man could never win a girl’s admiration, for women, to a large extent, are drawn to strength. The weak never capture their hearts.

Who could have guessed that the so-called friend Zhao Yang had invited turned out to be the very same Da Fei who had fled in fear after school? It certainly spared him a lot of trouble.

With Zhao Yang’s disgrace on full display, and his own stance unmistakably declared, Qin Anyi felt everything had gone according to plan. There was no need to linger here.

“Weidong, take Yangyang and Weiwei home. I have something to do—I need to go help Yiran with her homework. I think I’m already late,” Qin Anyi said with a helpless glance at his watch as they left Philin.

Weidong snickered lewdly, “Don’t worry! I’ll make sure both beauties get home safely. You just go ‘tutor’ to your heart’s content. But remember, take care of yourself—your health is your greatest asset!”

Qin Anyi chose to ignore him, simply reached out to tousle Yang Cheng’s hair, and said softly, “Sometimes, missing out on someone can actually be a blessing.”

Yang Cheng smiled sweetly. “I understand. Thank you—truly.”