Chapter Thirteen: The Overbearing Girl

  Just as the two were chatting happily, a piercing phone rang softly, Du Ziyuan apologetically picked it up to answer, and whispered a few words to the other end, then reluctantly smiled: "I have to go back, my girlfriend woke up and found me, well, leave me your phone number, let's keep in touch when we're free."

  Zhao Heng thought for a moment and nodded his head, reporting a string of numbers.

  "Ding ding ding!"

  Brother is the best in Jiangnan

  Jiangnan Castle

  A warm and gentle woman during the day;

  A woman with a personality that understands the mood of drinking a cup of coffee.

  Du Ziyuan's long fingers pressed the call button, and Zhao Heng's pocket immediately rang out with the tune of "Jiangnan Style". The invincible divine melody echoed in the restaurant, and Zhao Heng's face changed slightly. Lu Meng, this kid, when did he change his ringtone? Du Ziyuan was taken aback at first, then burst out laughing.

  She was clearly surprised that Zhao Heng had set this song as his ringtone, but also felt closer to him because of it. She stood up and waved goodbye: "Zhao Heng, I'm glad to have met you today! You made this meal not so depressing for me, and you dispelled the gloomy colors."

  "Don't make me believe what my father said, that there are no good people in this world."

  Zhao Heng let out an awkward laugh but didn't say anything, and stood up to escort her to the door out of politeness. The two had just reached the entrance of the dining hall when a gentle breeze blew over from not far away, followed by a fashionable girl wearing flat glasses walking up to Du Ziyuan's side, with a hint of anxiety on her face:

  "What's wrong, Ziyuan?"

  "Your uncle said you're in trouble, what's going on?"

  Du Ziyuan smiled lightly and didn't answer directly: "It's just a small matter, let's not mention it!" She didn't want to repeat what had happened earlier, lest her best friend would worry, nor did she want her best friend's brother to ask about it with concern. Compared to those annoying inquiries, it was better to quietly disperse the danger that had just passed.

  The fashionable girl took off her flat glasses and carefully scanned Du Ziyuan's face, relieved to find that she hadn't lost a single hair. Otherwise, it would be troublesome for herself. Then, she caught sight of Zhao Heng beside her and noticed that there was something subtle about the relationship between Du Ziyuan and Zhao Heng. Her eyebrows furrowed: "Ziyuan, who is he?"

  The pretty girl looked slightly surprised: "I've never seen him before!"

  Du Ziyuan smiled faintly: "He is my new friend, Zhao Heng."

  Zhao Heng nodded politely: "Hello!"

  "My name is Ding Lingling, Zhao Heng, it's okay."

  The pretty girl read out Zhao Heng's name in a lukewarm tone, without any intention of keeping her distance or pretending to be enthusiastic. Her sharp eyes could tell at a glance that Zhao Heng's outfit would not exceed 100 yuan. Facing this kind of character, Ding Lingling naturally did not have the desire to make friends with him.

  Of course, there are also low-key rich second-generation heirs, but Ding Lingling doesn't believe that any wealthy young master would deliberately wear tens of dollars worth of clothes on the train to show off. So she perfunctorily nodded and didn't even bother to ask how the two knew each other, just pulled Du Ziyuan along and said:

  "Zi Yan, let's hurry back to our room."

  "It's another transfer station later, with many people getting on and off."

  She glanced around the crowd with disgust, and finally swept over Zhao Heng again: "Let's be honest and stay at Huahai, otherwise Uncle will worry again. After all, there are too many bad people on the train, haven't you seen the news? Every time I take the train, there are fights, thefts, so let's hide."

  She said with a hint of resentment: "If we hadn't abandoned them, it would be better. With their protection, we wouldn't have to be so cautious." Then she grasped Ziyan's arm tightly: "Ziyan, now I just want to safely take you back, otherwise my brother will worry to death."

  "He didn't dare disturb you, so he sent me dozens of messages instead."

  Du Ziyuan's eyebrows slightly furrowed, but she didn't respond. However, Zhao Heng could see a hint of helplessness flash across her face, and then he saw Ziyuan smile faintly at him and open her mouth:

  "Zhang Heng, goodbye, see you at Huahai University."

  "Alright, I'll be in touch then."

  The pretty girl who pulled Du Ziyuan away frowned slightly, turned her head and glanced at Zhao Heng: Is this kid also from Huahai University? How is that possible? A thread of precautionary psychology stopped her in her tracks, and she spoke with a tone full of deep meaning: "Are you a new student at Huahai? The admission scores for Huahai University are very high outside the city."

  This sentence clearly shows that she doesn't quite believe Zhao Heng is a new student at Huahai, in the eyes of this beautiful girl, Zhao Heng looks more like a young migrant worker from the south, after all his clothes are really too shabby, a middle-class kid wouldn't dress so simply. So before Zhao Heng could respond, she suddenly stretched out her hand and opened her mouth without hesitation:

  "Let me take a look at the notice."

  This move is quite rude!

  Just as Zhao Heng's eyes narrowed and he was about to turn around and leave, Du Ziyuan's face had already turned cold. He spoke in a low voice: "Lingling, this is my friend who just helped me out. Although you are my best sister, I won't allow you to insult him like that. Please apologize to him, or else I'll turn against you."

  "Zi Yan, I'm sorry."

  Ding Lingling suppressed the mocking expression on her face, and with a smile, she grasped her best friend's hand and replied: "Don't be angry! I was entrusted by your uncle to take care of you, so it's my duty to help you distinguish between true and false friends. In this day and age, even those who are willing to lend a helping hand have their own motivations - who knows if he's just pretending to get close to you?"

  She didn't wait for Du Ziyuan to say anything, and instead took a step forward and asked Zhao Heng: "Let me see your admission notice and ID card. If you are really a new student at Huahai University, I will apologize for my previous remarks. Otherwise, don't blame me for misunderstanding you. After all, the threshold for outsiders to enter Huada is too high."

  She stretched out her hand with an air of superiority: "Hand it over."

  Her slender fingers, painted with nail polish, fluttered in front of Zhao Heng.

  Looking into her eyes filled with disdain and contempt, Zhao Heng's face flashed a hint of amusement. He didn't bother to respond to her arrogant attitude, because that would only make her think she was right. So he just smiled at Du Ziyuan and said: "Ziyuan, I'm leaving! Nice meeting you today, have a pleasant journey."

  Du Ziyuan nodded slightly: "Alright! Zhao Heng, I'm sorry."

  Zhao Heng lightly waved his hand to show he didn't care, and then walked past Ding Lingling, who was still fuming. Before he had taken a few steps, he heard her preemptively speak to Du Ziyuan: "Ziyuan, did you see that? He doesn't dare face me head-on! He's guilty and afraid, someone who won't even take out his ID, what a ghost!"

  She snorted heavily: "Playing tricks in front of me, childish!"

  Du Ziyuan didn't respond, silently protesting her anger.

  Zhao Heng left without even turning his head, not because he had a good temper and could tolerate it, but because facing a rude and unreasonable woman, he really didn't want to lower himself to fight back or clear his name. In other words, if it weren't for Du Ziyuan's sake, he wouldn't have even looked at Ding Lingling, just like when a dog bites a person, the person doesn't necessarily bite the dog back.

  Indifference is the greatest contempt for a domineering woman.

  Ding Lingling looked at his back and quietly raised her middle finger.

  Time slipped away in the darkness, and after another five hours of train travel, the train slowly pulled into the station. It was just as the sun was rising, and the clear sign of Hua Hai Station and the electronic voice of the conductor echoing inside the carriage told everyone that they had arrived at their final destination. People began to pour out of the train in a flurry of activity.

  The crowd surged forward, Zhao Heng furrowed his brow as he watched the people around him rush to get off the bus. He didn't follow them, but instead chose to sit in his seat and wait. As the passengers slowly thinned out, the carriage was soon left with only Zhao Heng. Just as he was about to stand up, he saw Du Ziyuan and others passing by outside the window.

  Beautiful figure, very attractive to people's eyes.

  However, Du Ziyuan was no longer alone. In addition to the fashionable but impolite beautiful girl, there were two more men with respectful expressions by her side. Judging from their physique and gait, they were probably retired soldiers from Huaguo. Zhao Heng couldn't help but smile slightly: Who would have thought that she was a rich young lady? I misjudged her.

  But he didn't have any regrets about missing out on the opportunity to struggle for a dozen years, nor did he think about how to take advantage of Du Ziyuan's kindness in the future. To Zhao Heng, Du Ziyuan was just a passerby in life, and if you looked deeper, she was a friend with some beautiful memories, but nothing more than that.

  Perhaps Du Ziyuan has already forgotten him, after all, a thousand golden misses have too many talented men.

  Zhao Heng stepped out of the carriage and gazed at the two words "Hua Hai", sighing: "Hua Hai, I'm here!"

  Xu Wenqiang once defeated Huahai Beach, shocking the country of Hua. Zhao Heng also wants to rise from here!

  Different from others, Huahai is just his springboard.