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In order not to disturb Lu Han's work, Yang Zheng got a library card for the Cultural Palace.

Lu Han works the day shift and likes to draw blueprints in his dormitory at night.

Yang Zheng works the early shift, or when he's off work, he goes to the Cultural Palace to read books in the evening.

This effectively avoided a conflict between the two, and Lu Han's attitude towards him improved considerably.

That day, Yang Zheng returned to his dormitory after finishing his reading. There were many people standing at the dormitory entrance, and he wondered what had happened.

Pushing through the crowd, inside were Lu Han and Kong Qiange, whose hair was disheveled.

"You all saw it. Lu Han molested me. He's a hypocrite, acting all high and mighty, but he's actually a scoundrel..."

Yang Zheng's mind went blank. How did things develop like this?

Lu Han, looking exhausted, pointed at Kong Xiange and said, "When did I ever molest you? Don't make false accusations..."

His bloodshot eyes swept over Yang Zheng in the crowd, and Lu Han grasped at a straw: "Yang Zheng, come here, tell everyone, I've never given Kong Xiange a kind look, how could I possibly molest her?"

Yang Zheng entered the room and stammered, "Kong Xiange, is there some misunderstanding between you and Lu Han?"

Kong Xiange roared, "What misunderstanding do you think there is? He sent you to the cultural center to read books so he could go on a date with me. Fine, Lu Han, you insulted me, and now you're denying it? Fine, let's go to the police station and get to the bottom of this."

Lu Han's face turned ashen. In this kind of situation, if the woman insists on denying it, how can you explain it clearly?

"Kong Xiange, I went to the Cultural Palace to read books on my own initiative, not because Lu Han sent me away. Lu Han is straightforward, but he's not the kind of person you're describing."

Yang Zheng disliked Lu Han, but he also knew that Lu Han would never molest Kong Qiange.

If he liked Kong Qiange, would he need to resort to lewdness?

"You, you're all in cahoots! I'm an innocent girl, would I joke about my reputation? Lu Han, you won't admit it? Fine, fine, let's go to the police station."

As she spoke, Kong Xiange frantically tried to pull Lu Han away.

The colleagues watching the spectacle whispered among themselves, "Yeah, Kong Xiange is so pretty, and she's in the publicity department, everyone likes her. Is it really worth ruining her reputation?"

"Lu Han looks like a gentleman, but he's actually a lecher."

"Be careful, his roommate isn't a good person either. The two brothers are covering for each other to bully a girl."

Various discussions reached Lu Han's ears. He roared, grabbed a stack of letters, and slammed them on the table.

"Kong Xiange, you're a girl, and I've given you enough face. You forced me into this. Since everyone believes I'm a hypocrite, fine, take a look at the letter Kong Xiange wrote to me."

I've already rejected her outright, but she keeps coming to cause trouble. Kong Xiange, you're beautiful, but I don't care. I hope you have some self-respect...

The sparks of discussion immediately shifted: "Oh no, really? Kong Xiange is that shameless?"

"My God, they don't even want this as a gift!"

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Kong Xiange stared at the bundle of letters, completely losing her mind: "Yes, I wrote you letters, but what does that have to do with you molesting me? It was you, Lu Han, you scoundrel..."

"Kong Xiange, you like Lu Han so much, why would he need to be so lewd? You even offered him a place in bed, but he didn't want it," a young man said in a lewd manner.

As soon as she finished speaking, the onlookers burst into laughter. Kong Xiange's face turned bright red, and she pointed at the people outside the door, shouting, "You, you're all filthy scoundrels..."

"How were we being indecent? Did we touch you, or sleep with you?"

"So what if you're a rogue? Let me touch you, I'll take it."

The language was getting increasingly out of control, and Lu Han couldn't stand it anymore. He roared, "Get out! All of you, get out!"

Kong Xiange looked at Lu Han with resentment, tears streaming down her face, and said, "Lu Han, I hate you, I hate you..."

After saying that, he turned and ran out.

Lu Han scratched his head in frustration, not understanding how things had gotten like this.

"Lu Han, will Kong Xiange be alright?" Yang Zheng asked.

"What... happened?"

Lu Han seemed to snap out of his daze, grabbed his coat, and ran towards the door.

Yang Zheng quickly followed. A girl, going all out, simply wanted to confirm her relationship with the man she loved.

Now that she has lost all face, how is she supposed to face the rest of her life?

Lu Han felt a pang of regret; he had acted too impulsively.

She rushed downstairs, but Kong Xiange was nowhere to be seen.

Lu Han said to Yang Zheng, "Let's split up and search."

Just then, Liu Dabao ran over: "Yang Zheng, I heard that Kong Xiange and Lu Han had a fight."

Yang Zheng nodded: "Yes, he ran away, and Lu Han went to look for him over there. Let's split up and search too."

"Okay, I'll go to the west, you go to the east," Liu Dabao said hurriedly.

A heavy rain began to fall, and Yang Zheng ran wildly through the rainy night, but there was no sign of Kong Qiange.

A clap of thunder in spring, and spring rain as precious as oil; this year is sure to be a good harvest.

Qiaoqiao was startled awake by the thunder in the middle of the night. She timidly got up to close the window. Zhou Wenhui, who was on the bed, said calmly, "There are candles in the first drawer of the table."

He was indifferent, but on a rainy night like this, one sentence from him made Qiaoqiao less afraid.

She fumbled to open the drawer, lit a candle, and quickly closed the window that had been left a crack.

The sounds of wind, rain, and thunder were all kept out of the window.

"Do you need to use the restroom?" Qiaoqiao asked, pulling her clothes tighter around herself.

"No need. If you're scared, come to the bed," Zhou Wenhui said calmly.

"I'm not afraid..."

As soon as she finished speaking, a clap of thunder exploded, startling Qiaoqiao so much that she screamed "Ah!" and scrambled onto the bed, pulling the blanket over her head tightly.

The wind died down, the rain subsided, and the thunder became barely audible. Qiaoqiao crawled out of bed, and Zhou Wenhui said, "Bring the blanket to the bed and sleep there."

Qiaoqiao didn't care about being shy anymore. She got out of bed barefoot, pulled her blanket over herself, and hid in the corner of the bed, wrapping herself up tightly.

The thunder tonight was terrifying.

Neither of them could sleep; streaks of lightning illuminated the night as if it were daytime.

"Will the cabbages I planted sprout tomorrow?" Qiaoqiao muttered to herself.

"Perhaps, spring flowers and grasses grow quickly in the wind," Zhou Wenhui replied.

"Luckily I sowed the seeds yesterday, otherwise this rain would have been a complete waste." Qiaoqiao said with a hint of smugness.

"Go to sleep, it's almost dawn." Zhou Wenhui changed his position, turning his back to Qiaoqiao.

Qiaoqiao covered her head halfway and quickly fell asleep.

The morning bugle call sounded, and Qiaoqiao shifted her body, but she was too sleepy and fell asleep again.

In his drowsy state, he heard the ringing of the phone again. Zhou Wenhui nudged Qiaoqiao awake: "Get up, there's a phone call."

Qiaoqiao had never answered a phone call before, and asked in a daze, "What call?"

"There's a phone by the sofa in the living room. It might be your mother calling. Go answer it quickly," Zhou Wenhui said, frowning.

He waits for the phone call every day, yet he's also terrified of it.

The phone rang so early this morning, could it be that something happened to Mom and Dad?

Qiaoqiao quickly got out of bed, without even putting on her shoes, and answered the phone. "Yes, I'm Yang Zheng's sister."

"What? My brother killed someone?"

"How could this be? How could my brother kill someone? A suspect? No, no way."

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away."

Zhou Wenhui listened intently to the conversation in the living room from his room, and his heart sank. Something had happened to Yang Zheng.