Located on Bishop's Hill is the Zhao family mansion.

On the second floor, in a room lit by a soft yellow glow, were pink curtains and a pink quilt.

Surrounded by all sorts of dolls, with an oversized Doraemon on the bedside table, the room was neatly arranged, clean, and exquisite, filled with a dreamy girlish atmosphere.

On the bed.

Zhao Yimeng was lying face down.

Her entire face was buried in the pillow, motionless, as if her soul had left her body, stretched out in a long line.

She was wearing a light blue nightgown, her exposed calves smooth and delicate.

Her toes were tightly gripping the blanket, mirroring her current mood, chaotic and tangled.

She was utterly, completely humiliated…

Her daughter rarely went out at night.

Since returning, she had been listless, her spirits drooping.

There were only two precious daughters in the family, the younger one already sent to London for her studies, rarely at home.

Zhao Yimeng's parents couldn't help but notice their elder daughter's unusual behavior.

Her father was watching television.

Jin Yu, Zhao Yimeng's mother, tiptoed into the living room and whispered to her husband, "There's definitely something wrong. I went to Xiaomeng's room just now and found her lying face down, not even noticing when I opened the door. What on earth is going on?"

"...Could she be heartbroken?"

Zhao Yimeng's father was worried, sighing, "I asked Little Li, who went out with her, and he told me they went to the Ruins of St. Paul's and even saw that Su kid."

His tone was subtle, with a hint of strangeness.

He often heard friends mention their daughters' romances. Zhao Yimeng had never given the couple any trouble in this regard.

Until today, Zhao's father suddenly had a feeling that his own cabbage was being eyed by a pig, letting out a deep sigh.

Her mother, Jin Yu, was stunned for a moment before recalling something, asking suspiciously, "Could it be true that the rumors circulating in the school some time ago, saying that our daughter actively pursued that Su kid but was rejected, were true? That can't be right, Xiaomeng was clearly unwilling when we mentioned a marriage alliance between the two families."

Zhao's father frowned and continued, "We were just as fickle as Xiaomeng when we were her age. Bad boys are always the most popular. Do you remember your deskmate?"

The wealthy woman beside him felt alluded to. She had indeed been infatuated with her deskmate in her younger years.

Annoyed and embarrassed, she lowered her voice, "Why are you bringing up old history? I only dumped you two or three times. How long are you going to hold onto this grudge? But I heard from Principal Song that Su Yehao has made great progress in the recent tests, and he can even write and sing songs. He's quite talented."

The Su family only had one child, Su Yehao.

In terms of social status and wealth, the two families were indeed well-matched.

They also had business dealings, having interacted for nearly twenty years and knowing each other well.

Zhao Yimeng's father pondered for a moment, saying,

"Don't ask too much about Xiaomeng's affairs. She's at a rebellious age, and the more you interfere, the more likely things will go wrong. Sihai International seems to have some big plans recently. They've successfully connected with the mainland and are preparing a huge project worth billions."

"I know. What do you think of that project, honey? Is it promising?"

"...It's still hard to say for now, but I was quite tempted after hearing about it. Whether it's here or in Hong Kong, land is being released stingily, leaving no room for development. I want to wait and see for now. The base price of real estate in the mainland is low, so it won't fall too much even if it does drop. It's said that the Su family didn't acquire the land at market price this time, it was especially cheap. There are rumors that the north will completely abolish the allocation of housing by work units and enterprises tomorrow, and everything will be market-based."

Donghuang Group had a wide range of businesses and a large scale.

It naturally needed to keep a close eye on important trends, and its information was relatively well-informed.

The couple chatted quietly, their topic returning to their daughter again, sighing at the thought that daughters couldn't be kept at home forever...

Zhao Yimeng, who was still lying face down and motionless, was also sighing.

Her body hadn't moved, but her heart was not at peace.

She regretted her sudden whim tonight, opening the computer to broaden her horizons and secretly seek a little excitement.

She regretted going to that strange chat room and asking those questions.

She regretted being too clever, thinking that the chat room's technology had a market.

She regretted going there in person, wanting to steal business from Happy Little Guagua…

At this moment, Zhao Yimeng was not happy at all, feeling that her life had lost its light and her future was dark.

And it had to be Su Yehao!

Just thinking about Su Yehao's loose tongue, spreading the secret about the "real man" tonight around the campus,

Her little feet gripped tightly.

If Zhao Yimeng were moved to the foot of a mountain at this moment, she could dig through an entire mountain, definitely not just a three-bedroom apartment.

The good reputation of nobility and elegance that she had accumulated over many years was about to be ruined in one fell swoop. Zhao Yimeng thought wistfully—her future was over, she wouldn't be able to get married.

Immersed in social death, she gradually regained some spirit.

It was past eleven o'clock at night.

She suddenly stood up from the bed, muttering, "Zhao Yimeng, you have to think of a way, you can't sit still and let that bastard slander you!"

She pondered denying it, since she had been hiding in the car the whole time and hadn't shown her face, but that would still have an impact.

Zhao Yimeng was well aware of her classmates' gossip.

Then she thought about using money to buy his silence, but... did Su Yehao lack money?

Actually, he did.

But Zhao Yimeng was unaware of this, naturally assuming that the guy didn't care about money.

She usually had little contact with Su Yehao, limited to when there was something to discuss. They didn't even greet each other when they met in the hallway.

Worry filled her exquisite little face.

Helpless, weak, and pitiful, fearing that Su Yehao had already spread her black history, Zhao Yimeng hurriedly looked for her phone to call Principal Song, assuming that he would have student information.

Soon.

After Zhao Yimeng found Su Yehao's contact information, she took a deep breath, a deep breath, and another deep breath...

She pressed the button and dialed the number.

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Inside Yin Liuli's apartment.

The water in the bathtub rippled in layers.

Hearing the phone ring, Su Yehao didn't care at all.

…

It rang several times in a row.

Finally free to answer, seeing an unfamiliar number, Su Yehao wrapped a bath towel around himself, answered the call, and said impatiently, "Who is it? It's late, can't a person sleep?"

"It's me, Zhao Yimeng."

In the blink of an eye, his anger turned into a smile.

Su Yehao said cheerfully:

"Real man, old buddy, long time no see. Have you figured out how to appease me? I thought you'd be blocking my door tomorrow morning, or smashing my windows in the middle of the night."

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Yimeng was silent.

She had indeed thought about rushing to the Su family mansion overnight. The straight-line distance between the two families was only six or seven hundred meters, but it was inconvenient to go out so late, and people would misunderstand if they saw her, so she chose to call instead.

Also, it was because a certain young lady was too embarrassed to see anyone.

Zhao Yimeng was so nervous that her whole body was tense, tentatively asking, "You didn't tell anyone, did you?"

"Not yet. Not yet, you said I was shameless some time ago, I'm still holding that grudge in my little notebook. Do you know where the school's broadcasting room is?"

Hearing Su Yehao's words, Zhao Yimeng felt like she had been struck by lightning…