"Is it true that Sihai International is going to cooperate with Donghuang Group!?"

A reporter thrust the microphone toward Su Yehao.

From the side, others chimed in with a barrage of questions: "Young Master Su, what's the real relationship between you and Zhao Yimeng?"

"Is it true that your English teacher molested you? She's so beautiful!"

"What do you think about Miss Zhao winning the piano competition?"

"Will your families engage in deeper cooperation?"

...

A whole host of questions were thrown at him, catching him off guard.

Su Yehao keenly noticed a strange voice mixed in, and he immediately felt a surge of anger. What do they mean by Linda...

Another reporter hurriedly asked, "I remember rumors that Su Bapi only has one child, so who is she? An illegitimate daughter?"

"If she's your girlfriend, did she stay with you last night? You're still students!"

"..."

Reporters are always eager to stir up trouble.

They wouldn't show any mercy just because they were interviewing students; they only cared about their jobs and reputations. Gossip about rich young masters and beautiful women was what readers loved to see.

Hearing these bizarre questions, Su Yehao's face darkened, and so did Jiang Yu's.

A group of students watching at the school gate also wore ambiguous, gossipy expressions, their eyes flitting between Su Yehao and Jiang Yu.

When a female reporter asked, "What does your family think of this relationship?"

Su Yehao finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted to the onlookers, "Slander! They're slandering me!"

With microphones being shoved in his face, he grew increasingly annoyed. He grabbed Jiang Yu and left, complaining:

"Is it just because I'm a little handsome? Why am I constantly entangled in scandals these days? I just want to live a simple, ordinary life and don't want to be on those messy news reports! Please, go back!"

The reporters were speechless.

They had intentionally tried to take advantage of Su Yehao's youth and inexperience, hoping to squeeze out some sensational news. They had planned beforehand to create a chaotic atmosphere.

This was a common tactic for reporters, as people were most likely to blurt out things they shouldn't when flustered.

However, they never expected to hear the phrase "simple, ordinary life."

Could it be that the Su family's billions were fake?

Wasn't he driven to school in a Rolls-Royce?

Didn't the tuition for this school cost three or four hundred thousand a year?!

The reporters fell silent, questioning their lives.

They couldn't help but wonder if this young master of a wealthy family had some misunderstanding about the words "simple" and "ordinary life."

If this was an ordinary life, what were their lives?

Living in misery, poverty-stricken, worse than pigs and dogs?

They felt inexplicably sad.

The sunlight shining on them didn't feel so warm anymore.

While the reporters were lamenting and distracted, Su Yehao had already dashed into the school with Jiang Yu.

The security guards at the gate, with stern expressions, stopped the reporters from following, stating that no unauthorized personnel were allowed on campus; it was the rule.

Jiang Yu's hair was messy, casually tied into a ponytail.

Once she realized the reporters were gone, she deliberately put two or three meters of distance between herself and Su Yehao, complaining unhappily, "I really should have stayed home. Nothing good ever comes from going out with you."

"I was about to say the same thing. A femme fatale."

Su Yehao put his hands in his pockets and said as he walked, "They took pictures. I wonder what they'll make up this time. Every time I'm in the newspaper, it's always about women. What will people think of me in the future? Where will I put my old face?"

Jiang Yu teased, "Someone just said, 'Is it just because I'm a little handsome...' Ugh!"

"Don't! Don't gag in the morning. The classmates will think you're pregnant, and I won't be able to clear my name even if I jumped into the Yellow River."

Jiang Yu was still a bit too green to argue with Su Yehao.

Her face began to flush red, and she stomped her foot angrily, quickening her pace into the teaching building.

Watching her ponytail sway back and forth, her short skirt, white socks, and small leather shoes, her slender back bathed in sunlight,

Su Yehao was moved and sang softly, "Nostalgia, ah, our youth, sprouting in our memories yesterday..."

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He had just entered the classroom when he received a call from Ge Banxian.

He had just seen him yesterday evening, so Su Yehao naturally remembered him.

He went to the corridor.

Su Yehao asked on the phone, "If, and I mean if, I have a friend Zhang San... Zhang San doesn't want his father to continue engaging in a business that might lose money, but Zhang San's father is very superstitious and has many feng shui ornaments and a God of Wealth at home, then how can he make him believe that this business can no longer continue?"

"...Zhang San, what a strange name," Ge Banxian said on the other end of the phone.

The teacher could come to class at any time, so Su Yehao quickly said, "That's not the point. The point is, how do you make him believe that the feng shui and wealth luck have been ruined?"

"It's simple, just break the feng shui arrangement. What kind of decorations does Mr. Zhang have in his house?"

"There's a Bagua mirror at the door, and there are dragon fish in the fish tank. Oh, a few days ago someone said the north was good for my... friend's father, so he just moved his room to the north." Su Yehao, afraid of being exposed, deliberately used the famous Zhang San as a cover.

Ge Banxian continued on the phone, "That's a bit tricky. Feng shui is very mysterious. It's best to be more direct... Have Zhang San find a way to smash the mirror, strangle the dragon fish, and then smash the God of Wealth statue. That way, when I show up and tell him what things can't be done, it should have an effect. The most important thing is still me, you understand?"

"Understood, as long as I succeed, there will definitely be a red envelope!"

It is said that it's hard to guard against inside thieves. Su Yehao realized that this little thing wasn't difficult to handle, and he suddenly felt enlightened and grasped the key.

Ge Banxian's muddled voice came through the phone: "You? Aren't you Zhang San?"

"...Oh, I'm with Zhang San."

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