Speaking of Jiang Biyun’s cactus, Chen Xiting was struck by the oddity of it all, "Is it that the cacti of rich people tend to be more delicate? The cactus at my home, I just let it be. I water it when I remember, and if I forget about it for ten days or half a month, it still survives. I’ve changed its pot several times, and the last time my mom called me, she mentioned that it had bloomed many times and looked quite beautiful!"
"Does the owner influence the plant they raise?" He Zhilan joked, then thought about it and shook her head, finding something amiss, "Even though Lin Deng is from a wealthy background, he seems quite low-maintenance and not delicate at all!"
With the mention of Lin Deng, Jiang Biyun’s interest was piqued, "Even though he’s a military man, he’s quite a picky eater. When I hang out with him, he always chooses the best food, completely oblivious to the concept of money. Saving is a phrase that doesn’t exist in his dictionary!"
At this point, Jiang Biyun showed a hint of worry on her face, "Only at times do I realize that even though I come from a relatively well-off family, it pales in comparison to Lin Deng’s. Sometimes, I feel immense pressure because of my affection for him."
"The class difference doesn’t help. If you and Lin Deng end up together, I’m afraid the pressure will only increase." Chen Xiting looked at He Zhilan, "Wouldn’t someone like Zhilan have it better? In the future, find someone whose family situation is similar to your own, and live an ordinary life. As long as we have clothes on our back and food in our stomachs, we should be content. But where on earth is my Mr. Right? I envy you guys. At least you have someone to think about before you go to sleep. I’m so lonely that I can only think about what to eat the next day!"
Huang Cai and Wang Bingbing, who had returned from their showers, entered the room just in time to hear Chen Xiting shout. They quietly chuckled, "We heard you talking in your sleep last night. Sounded like you were saying, ’Chicken leg, don’t run away, you’re mine!’"
"I would never do something so undignified!" Chen Xiting stubbornly denied it, which only caused more laughter.
You didn’t even need to step off the campus to hear about the circumstances of Ding Long’s company, about just how many people were protesting outside his office. No matter where she went, He Zhilan could hear classmates engaged in heated discussions.
Because of this, He Zhilan was almost convinced that Ding Jinshi could use this opportunity to break free from Ding Long and their engagement. However, to her surprise, Ding Long managed to acquire funds from somewhere, and truly bought back all of the products, even promising to pay compensation and reimburse all medical expenses for individuals affected by the faulty fabric. Doing the math, she realized that Ding Long must have spent a fortune. In a normal circumstance, this sort of compensation could bankrupt a company.
However, by the ninth of January, He Zhilan still hadn’t heard any news about Ding Long and Ding Jinshi calling off their engagement, or about Ding Long’s company going bankrupt. She only heard from Lin Chan that Ding Long seemed to have borrowed a lot of money from people around him, and even borrowed a large sum from a high-interest lender.
On the evening of the ninth, Ding Jinshi unexpectedly came to Capital University to see He Zhilan. Seeing his gloomy appearance, He Zhilan didn’t refuse his request, and accompanied him off campus to a small restaurant nearby.
A spoiler about Ding Jinshi for you:
I’m willing to devote the rest of my life to sincerely worshipping Buddha, only wishing to atone for his sins.
In my next life, I am willing to be a blade of grass, a tree, or even a cow or horse.
The only thing I would not want to be is human. — About Ding Jinshi.