Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 292 - 218. Unspoken Dark History

Chapter 292: 218. Unspoken Dark History

"Lao Lu! You really are my lucky star!"

Lu Jincheng had just pushed open the dormitory door when Liu Yisheng pulled up a chair and scooted over, looking positively ecstatic.

The first to return to the dorm, he had already been bragging to the roommates for quite a while.

"What’s up?"

"If you hadn’t signed up for the debate competition, maybe Zhong Ruixi wouldn’t have come to participate, and if Zhong Ruixi hadn’t watched ’Strange Talk’ every day in the dorm, then Ni Jiayun wouldn’t have been interested in the competition."

Liu Yisheng sat up straight, logically laying out his thoughts.

"Without you! Where would my chance have come from? Today I finally got her to go out with me!"

"Not bad, Lao Lu, that assist was solid!"

Qiang Zhihao wasn’t in the dorm, and Zhang Gaoqiang also put down the mouse he was holding and turned to compliment him.

"...Not, what’s up with you guys?"

Going out with a girlfriend is now considered an assist for you?

Mr. Lu blinked, momentarily unsure of what to say.

"You’re not talking about walking her back to her dorm, are you?"

He asked after a two-second pause.

"No, we didn’t go straight back; I took a walk with her."

"So, this is the first time since the term started that you’ve been alone with her, and it was just a walk?"

"Yeah, I wanted to talk to her."

Liu Yisheng intertwined his fingers, earnestly adding,

"She’s so beautiful, and her profile is gorgeous."

"What about her full face?"

"I didn’t dare to look."

...

In stark contrast to Liu Yisheng’s triumphant demeanor, Qiang Zhihao returned to the dorm with a cloud over his face.

He greeted his roommates perfunctorily before changing out of his clothes, heading to the balcony, and lighting a cigarette without a word.

Zhang Gaoqiang was busy clicking away at his computer, Liu Yisheng was on a video call with Ni Jiayun, finding a topic to practice debating.

And Mr. Lu lay on his top bunk, exchanging messages back and forth with Xie Yujia, dealing with work while also discussing life plans with her.

The factory boss had agreed to the relocation request, but this meant that Xie Yujia’s frequent business trips to Jiang City were a foregone conclusion.

Mr. Lu was busy drawing her a pie in the sky.

Nobody noticed Qiang Zhihao’s mood.

"Jia Jia, I’ve picked out the debate topic."

"One has a dark secret their partner will never accept, and they’d never find out unless you tell them. Would you choose to hide it or confess?"

"You’re confessing? Okay, okay, then I’m on the opposition, I choose to hide it."

"..."

On the balcony, Qiang Zhihao didn’t want to listen, but Liu Yisheng’s voice in debate mode was clear and loud, the man himself exuding a sharp energy.

"Our opponents might say, true love encompasses an imperfect self, meaning you must reveal everything! Let’s not get this wrong, the topic’s inclusion of ’will never accept’ indicates that the other person won’t understand. Some things aren’t necessary to share; don’t misuse the desire to share. For an obvious demerit, I choose to hide it."

He stubbed out the cigarette butt forcefully, rubbing his eyes and furrowing his brows.

"...We believe the beauty of love lies in its lies; there are some dark secrets that will neither be revealed nor reoccur. We shouldn’t only talk about domestic violence and drugs; if I don’t believe I can improve, there will be no next love."

Qiang Zhihao tiptoed up to open a crack in the window, letting the cold wind blow wildly against his face. As he listened, his eyes began to redden.

"Besides, why should a partner bear the risk of a relapse? If you’ve done something wrong in the past, does that mean you don’t deserve love anymore?"

His chest heaved uncontrollably, his breathing was rapid, and emotions surged like waves.

[In an intimate relationship, it’s not just about honesty but also respect and tolerance. To tear up the envelope of dark history and let it fade away in the wind is the best ending for that history.]

Hearing this, Qiang Zhihao couldn’t hold back any longer. He rushed out to the balcony in just three steps and fiercely shoved Liu Yisheng from behind, his voice raspy.

"You’re fucking full of shit! Are you even speaking human language?"

Liu Yisheng was knocked to the ground by the sudden push, his expression still somewhat confused, which then quickly turned into rage.

But he still retained a trace of reason, and his last action was to turn off the video interface on his phone.

"Fuck your mother, are you sick?"

Everyone was a teenager, around eighteen or nineteen years old. It was one thing to chat and joke around on regular days, but getting physical meant tearing off the masks.

In just a few seconds, he leaped up from the ground, took a step and grabbed Qiang Zhihao’s collar, and landed a punch right in the middle of his nose bridge.

"Hey hey hey, stop fighting..."

"What the hell is this? We’re all fucking buddies."

In the blink of an eye, the two were fighting, and it took Zhang Gaoqiang a moment to react. He rose from in front of the computer and tried to separate them.

"Are you a fucking idiot? Got a brain disease? Does the debate topic have anything to do with you? Are you a moron?"

Liu Yisheng looked aggrieved, panting heavily, unfairly hit out of the blue. Although pulled apart, he kept swearing nonstop.

"Your values are fucking warped!"

Qiang Zhihao seemed even more wronged, his eyes red and his voice tinged with nasal sounds.

Clearly, he had cried.

No, worse than just crying, Liu Yisheng’s punch had hit him right in the nose, and now snot and blood mixed together, creating an utterly wretched sight.

"Zhihao, whether your values are warped isn’t the point, why are you crying?"

Zhang Gaoqiang brought over a stack of tissues and handed them to Qiang Zhihao.

"I found out that Jiang Yu..."

Qiang Zhihao’s voice was choked up, and before he could finish speaking, he was loudly interrupted by the other side’s angry Liu Yisheng.

"Did I interfere with your normal training? Is it because your girlfriend didn’t tell you she’s got dirt and that pissed you off? Stupid fuck!"

Liu Yisheng’s anger had not subsided, but his offhand remarks pierced right through Qiang Zhihao’s sensitive spot.

"Fuck your mother!"

Qiang Zhihao sprung up, stepping on a stool, and Zhang Gaoqiang, a bit slow to react, couldn’t stop him.

With eyes red, they once again exchanged punches and kicks, fighting fiercely.

This time, even Mr. Lu was puzzled as he jumped down from the upper bunk and helped Zhang Gaoqiang pull the two apart.

"What is it, why?"

Seeing that Qiang Zhihao and Liu Yisheng had reached their physical limits and lacked the strength to continue attacking each other, as their emotions gradually calmed down, everyone began asking questions.

"I had a date with Jiang Yu tonight and happened to see her phone."

Qiang Zhihao’s tone was filled with disillusionment; he appeared listless, his eyelids drooped, and blood seeped through the corner of the tissue.

The roommates exchanged glances, waiting for his next words.

"I discovered she had other men besides me. What does that make me?"

"I’m just a fucking lapdog in her eyes, another fish in her pond."

"Fish?"

Zhang Gaoqiang asked, puzzled.

"A fish that bursts out gold coins!"

"The gifts I gave her, she’s selling them second-hand on the web, do you know what the tag says?"

"Given by a lapdog! Haha, isn’t that hilarious?"