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Chapter 273: Chapter 273: Don’t Leave After School (34)
 

“Ah…”

The woman screamed in terror as the knife’s cold glint neared her eyes.

The cold glint suddenly stopped.

The boy’s wrist was seized, and then his whole body was pulled backward and embraced.

“It’s okay, don’t be afraid.”

The woman, scared to incontinence, stared blankly at the two hugging each other.

That “It’s okay, don’t be afraid” was clearly not meant for her.

But she didn’t die…

She didn’t die…

Chuzheng caressed the boy’s back, like soothing a small animal.

The boy was trembling all over, as if terrified out of his mind.

“Baby… baby.”

His eyes welled up with heat, too scared to move. His hand holding the knife was wet and warm, and a thick liquid dripped down from his hand.

The smell of fresh blood permeated the night.

Chuzheng gently stroked his back, her voice betraying no hint of distress: “It’s okay.”

How could it be okay…

The exquisitely beautiful boy, his face drained of color, seemed soulless.

Jih Cheng’s voice trembled, “Baby, don’t move, I’ll call 120.”

Jih Cheng fumbled in his pocket a few times, couldn’t find his phone, and after a long while realized that he didn’t have his phone on him.

Chuzheng pushed him away slightly.

She pressed her hand against the wound—the knife hadn’t stabbed too deep. Chuzheng directly pulled the knife out.

Jih Cheng turned pale with fright and covered her wound with his hands.

“I won’t die.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

He didn’t know the person pulling him was Chuzheng, and that’s why he ended up injuring her.

“It’s okay.” Chuzheng raised her hand to wipe his face: “Stop crying, what does it look like?”

A boy crying like that.

She was the one who got hurt.

Even if it hurt, it was her pain.

Why was he crying?

Being weak was one thing, but crying too!

Thinking he could do whatever he wanted just because he was good-looking!

Chuzheng thought such a small injury would heal easily, but Jih Cheng insisted on taking her to the doctor.

–

“The wound is not deep, it’s nothing serious. Just make sure it doesn’t get wet in the following days, and…”

The doctor finished instructing and left with the nurse.

Jih Cheng, his head hung low, stood beside the hospital bed, blood still lingering on his hands and body.

“Go wash up.” Chuzheng reminded him.

Jih Cheng looked at the blood on his hands and turned to go to the washroom.

After cleaning up, the boy stood beside her, silent.

Chuzheng pulled him, and the boy fell sitting on the edge of the bed, gaze lowered, as if he dared not look at her.

“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault…”

“Enough, you’ve said it several times.” Chuzheng pinched his hand, pulling him closer to her side; Jih Cheng didn’t dare to resist and obediently moved closer.

Chuzheng tilted his chin and kissed him.

“You lied to me.”

Jih Cheng suddenly heard her say this.

His heart skipped a beat, filled with nervous unrest.

“I… I’m sorry,” Jih Cheng stammered.

In order to keep her from noticing, he had left his phone elsewhere, then sent her a message saying he was held up with something and would be back late.

Jih Cheng knew she wouldn’t call him on her own initiative.

That way she wouldn’t find out what he had been up to meanwhile.

“Why did you want to kill her?”

Why did he want to kill her?

There were too many reasons to kill her; that woman had only brought him misfortune, ever since he was young…

He didn’t want to lose the person he liked because of her.

So he wished she would disappear.

“I don’t want to lose you,” Jih Cheng said in a hushed voice.

“What does she have to do with this?” When did her matters start directly involving others?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“…”

Jih Cheng’s heart writhed in agony, and finally, he confessed.

As long as that woman was alive, he would never have peace.

“Are those words you said before also because of this?”

The boy nodded slightly.

At that time, he just wanted to leave her, not wanting to bring trouble upon her.

But he never expected that she would lock herself away…

Since it was like this, then he had no choice but to make the choice he did today.

Chuzheng ground her teeth.

In the end, all she could do was to hug the youth with stifled frustration.

–

Chuzheng didn’t complain about Jih Cheng. While in the hospital recovering for a few days, Jih Cheng took meticulous care of her, not even taking off his clothes.

He tried to create the impression that ‘I’m well-behaved, I’m obedient.’

But can someone who plans a murder be obedient?

So after returning, Jih Cheng was locked in the dark room once again.

Chuzheng arranged to meet with Mother Jih.

Mother Jih was terrified by Jih Cheng; she had been having nightmares for the past several days and looked considerably haggard.

“Is Chengcheng… Is Chengcheng okay?”

Mother Jih, looking at the young, indifferent girl opposite her, couldn’t help but speak out of breath.

That day, if she hadn’t appeared suddenly, she might have really met King Yama.

Chuzheng’s voice was emotionless, “Whether he’s okay or not, don’t you have any clue?”

“He… He wanted to kill me, I…”

Chuzheng interrupted her, “I can give you a sum of money, but you have to leave and never show your face to Jih Cheng again.”

Mother Jih: “…”

This scene doesn’t seem quite right, does it?

She is Jih Cheng’s mother!

“How much can you give me?” Mother Jih asked cautiously.

“How much do you want?”

Mother Jih extended five fingers.

Chuzheng glanced at her and transferred the money to one of Mother Jih’s bank accounts.

Mother Jih’s phone soon received a notification.

The transaction alert startled Mother Jih.

One zero, two zeros… seven zeros… fifty million!

She had intended only to ask for five million.

Yet she had transferred fifty million to her!

Was this young girl so wealthy?

Mother Jih’s thoughts suddenly became more active.

“Fifty million, within three days, I don’t want you to still be in the country. If you break this agreement, then your life…”

Chuzheng stood up, tapped the table three times with her fingertip, and left without a trace of emotion on her face.

Mother Jih’s scheming thoughts got stuck halfway, and a chill surged from the soles of her feet to her forehead, sweat soaking through her entire body.

Mother Jih dared not think any further.

She left the country as fast as she could, in the end not even giving Jih Cheng a phone call.

“You’re back.”

Jih Cheng put down his book and turned his head to look at Chuzheng.

The latter closed the door as she came in and placed some items on the table in front of him.

“What’s this…”

The words “household register” cut off the rest of Jih Cheng’s sentence.

He opened the household register.

On the page, the name Xu Jicheng made him feel somewhat at a loss.

Chuzheng leaned to the side, “You said you didn’t want the Jih surname; from now on you don’t have to use it.”

My Good Person Card of course will have my surname.

Oh… I don’t seem to have the surname Xu either.

Well, having the same surname in the household register is fine.

The setting sun sank in the west, and the glow of the sunset fell on the youth’s exquisite and stunning face, his beautiful eyes full of confusion.

He seemed not to know where he was.

Confusion and helplessness overwhelmed him.

The thin household register in his hands felt as heavy as a thousand-pound boulder.

This was the condition that Chuzheng and Father Jih had discussed before.

It caused Father Jih to become angry afterward, slowing down the process.

Chuzheng eyed Jih Cheng.

“Aren’t you happy?”

He’s so hard to please.

Not pleasing anymore.

Chuzheng was ready to go out to grab some food.

Suddenly, the youth reached out and grabbed her, “I’m not unhappy.”

He stood up and hugged Chuzheng, his chin resting on her shoulder, “I’m very happy.”

“Mmm.” Glad you’re happy.

All the effort I’ve made for you wasn’t in vain.