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n“Director Chu is a good man, what happened in the past doesn’t count. With him around in the future, you don’t have to worry anymore.” Director Liu chuckled.

nShui Anluo calmly laughed along appropriately.

nBack at the university, Feng Feng was not quite at leisure as they were.

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nFeng Feng stared at the woman who was hugging the toilet bowl as she vomited continuously. He crossed his arms and stood next to Qiao Yaruan as he watched her puke her guts out.

n‘Serves you right!’

nFeng Feng thought secretly. However, he still reached out to pat her on the back as she retched in pain.

n“Little Soft Tooth?” Feng Feng stared at the woman who was sprawled on the toilet bowl, frowning. “Little Soft Tooth?” Feng Feng saw no reaction from her and immediately helped her up from the toilet. “You…”

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nBefore Feng Feng could finish his sentence, he looked down and saw Qiao Yaruan’s tear-stained face.

nHe felt as though something had gripped onto him tightly in the dark recesses of his heart. It was a suffocating feeling.

nHe had met her for the first time at the hospital too. Her smile was as bright as the sun and almost seemed to blind him. He then began to frequently appear in front of her. No matter how fed up or sulky she was, she had never cried in front of him.

nShe had cried when Shui Anluo was involved in the accident but that was usually only at night so he could not see it clearly.

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nHe had heard her mournful sobs recently but he had never seen her cry. Now that he saw it, it hurt him to the point of suffocation.

nShe was no longer wailing and no longer sobbing softly. Instead, she was crying silently. Her entire being was like a lifeless doll.

n“Qiao Yaruan, are you crying?” Feng Feng knelt down. This was the only thing he could mutter after half a day.

nQiao Yaruan leaned against the toilet bowl as her tears streamed down, splashing and creating ripples.

nFeng Feng opened his mouth slightly. He had placed his hands on her knees when he crouched down but he now retracted them. A short while later, he suddenly got up. Was it not his wish for her to be in pain? Why does he have to care about her?

nThat was right, there was no need for him to be so concerned about her!

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nFeng Feng turned around and began to walk out.

n“Blergh…” Qiao Yaruan hugged the toilet bowl and puked again.

nFeng Feng paused and cursed softly. He turned around to pick up a cup and poured some water. He knelt down and gave her the water.

nQiao Yaruan silently looked up at him. “Silver Screen King Feng, why do you think humans need to live?”

n“You’ve gone crazy.” Feng Feng said and helped her to her feet.

n“Actually, I should have died long ago. I should have died when I was fourteen,” Qiao Yaruan said with a smile.

n“Stop being crazy.” Feng Feng carried her back to her room and threw her on the bed.

nQiao Yaruan suddenly got up again. She needed to vomit but had no time to run to the bathroom so she vomited on Feng Feng.

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nFeng Feng could not avoid it in time and felt a warm sensation on his lower abdomen. He looked down and a shiver of absolute disgust rose from his chest. He wanted to step back but she unexpectedly threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

n“I didn’t mean it, I really didn’t mean it.” Qiao Yaruan hugged him around the waist, seemingly unaware of how disgusting she was.

nFeng Feng contained his feelings of disgust and pulled her up by her neck. He then brought her to the bathroom again. “Qiao Yaruan, I’ll kill you when you’re sober.”

nQiao Yaruan was dragged inside and she stumbled.

nFeng Feng tore her clothes open and threw them into the rubbish bin on the floor. He then turned on the faucet and rudely pressed her head into the water, washing the filth from her face as he unbuckled his belt. He could not stand this disgusting feeling and could only order his assistant to send some clothes over.

n“Argh…”

nSomeone screamed at the door, causing Feng Feng to frown as he turned around.

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