Ye Qingyang returned to the dorm very late that night.
He slept in and did not wake up until noon the next day.
His phone showed more than a hundred missed calls—all from unfamiliar numbers. He could guess they were from Ye Hong and the others. He ignored them, washed up, and went to the dorm cafeteria to buy lunch.
A classmate, Li Lei, saw him eating alone and came over to sit beside him. “Lu Jingcheng isn’t with you today?”
“He went home,” Ye Qingyang replied.
“Are you busy later? If not, could you help me with a few problems?”
“Sure,” Ye Qingyang nodded.
“Thanks.” Li Lei looked pleased. Then he added, “Oh right—someone was looking for you outside the dorm. Did you know?”
“Someone looking for me?” Ye Qingyang thought for a moment. Could it be Ye Hong?
“A woman, looks to be in her forties. She kept asking people if Ye Qingyang lives here. No one in class knew what your relationship was, so nobody told her. She even tried to get inside, but the dorm supervisor stopped her.”
“Oh.” Then it must be Ye Hong.
“You know her?” Li Lei asked.
Ye Qingyang nodded. “My aunt. Her son tried to have someone beat me up yesterday, but he got caught by the police. She’s here to ask me to plead for him.”
Li Lei’s eyes widened. “What the hell—that’s shameless. Aren’t you family? How can they be this ruthless?”
“Because my parents died early, and I look easy to bully.”
Li Lei felt a pang of sympathy and quickly tried to comfort him. “Don’t put it like that. Your grades are improving now—just get into a good university, find a good job, and you’ll be fine. Besides, you’ve got a friend like Lu Jingcheng. With him around, who would dare mess with you?”
Ye Qingyang smiled faintly. “True.”
“So don’t be too upset,” Li Lei said. “Every family has that one terrible relative. My uncle drives me crazy too.”
“Mm.” Ye Qingyang responded softly.
Lu Jingcheng only learned about Wang Fan’s incident after he returned to the dorm. He was shaken. “Why are you only telling me now?!”
“You were at home before. I didn’t want you to worry.”
But Lu Jingcheng was worried—very much so. And after the fear came anger.
He grabbed Ye Qingyang and checked him over carefully. “Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine. I trained hard during military training, remember? My combat drills are solid.”
Lu Jingcheng eyed him suspiciously. “Really?”
“Really. Do I look injured?”
Still unconvinced, that night before Ye Qingyang went to shower, Lu Jingcheng actually inspected him thoroughly—under Ye Qingyang’s stunned gaze.
Ye Qingyang: …
For once, Ye Qingyang blushed.
Only after confirming there wasn’t a single bruise did Lu Jingcheng finally relax. “Go shower.”
He waved his hand, completely innocent.
Ye Qingyang: …
You really are pure.
Clothes off and everything—and you’re actually just checking for injuries?!
A modern-day gentleman!
Ye Qingyang silently gave his “pure little tyrant” a thumbs-up.
While Ye Qingyang was in the shower, Lu Jingcheng made a call to his father’s secretary, asking him to arrange a lawyer for Ye Qingyang.
“People like that should stay in prison and reflect,” Lu Jingcheng said coldly. “The longer the better.”
“Understood. I’ll have a lawyer contact you shortly.”
“Mm.”
The secretary relayed the matter to Lu Jingcheng’s father.
After hearing it, Lu’s father sighed. “That child really has it hard. Innocent, yet burdened with something others covet. He’s young, has no support, and yet owns a property people are eyeing—no wonder Jingcheng worries about him.”
“That’s true.”
“Handle it as Jingcheng requested.”
“Understood.”
On Monday morning, Ye Qingyang and Lu Jingcheng left early. Before they even entered the school gates, they ran into Ye Hong and Wang Yue.
The moment Ye Hong saw him, she rushed forward. “Qingyang, it’s been two days—two whole days your brother’s been detained. That’s enough, isn’t it? Please, just let him go.”
Lu Jingcheng stepped in front of Ye Qingyang protectively. “Who’s letting who go? Wasn’t your son the one who tried to kill someone first?”
“He just acted on impulse! He didn’t mean it!”
“That’s what every murderer says. So they’re all innocent too?”
Wang Yue snapped, “Who the hell are you? This is our family matter. What does it have to do with you? Ye Qingyang, do you have any conscience left? That’s your brother!”
“So I deserve to die?” Ye Qingyang asked calmly.
“But you’re fine, aren’t you?”
“So only if I were dead would he deserve prison?”
His tone remained steady.
“You’re impossible!” Ye Hong snapped, resentment filling her eyes.
Lu Jingcheng had had enough. He grabbed Ye Qingyang and tried to walk into the school.
Ye Hong lunged to grab him but was blocked.
“Qingyang, you can’t just let him die! That’s your brother! If your father knew, he’d hate you!”
Lu Jingcheng snapped, “If his father knew, the first person he’d hate would be you!”
The situation escalated quickly.
Wang Yue, humiliated under the watching crowd, suddenly lashed out. In his rage, he pulled out a small fruit knife and lunged.
“Lu Jingcheng!” Ye Qingyang shouted, shoving him aside.
The blade sliced Lu Jingcheng’s coat.
A chill ran through Ye Qingyang. He stepped forward, knocked the knife away, and punched Wang Yue.
“You and your son both belong in prison!” he said coldly.
The police were called. This time, there was no turning back.
At the station, Lu Jingcheng contacted his father again.
Lu’s father personally came down, furious. “Bringing a weapon to attack someone—at a school gate, no less. This cannot be tolerated.”
The case escalated further.
Meanwhile, Ye Hong’s family completely fell apart.
Wang Fan was already detained.
Now Wang Yue was arrested as well.
Her daughter Wang Hui suffered a miscarriage after catching her husband cheating.
Everything collapsed in a matter of days.
After all that chaos, Ye Qingyang’s life finally returned to peace.
He rented out the apartment and continued living in the dorm with Lu Jingcheng.
His grades soared—he ranked first in the class, shocking everyone.
“Ye Qingyang, what happened to you? That’s insane!”
“Too good, man!”
He only sighed and said lightly, “I’ve realized studying is my only way out.”
Winter came. Snow fell.
Final exams ended.
They went home together—to Ye Qingyang’s apartment.
And just like that, their quiet, shared life began.