Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat
Chapter 185 - 185 182 Handshake

Chapter 185: 182 Handshake Chapter 185: 182 Handshake Liang Yujun guessed that Zhou Zihao would most likely be called to have his parents informed, to prevent him from playing the victim in front of his parents, and then having her own parents remain in the dark about the whole situation.

After returning to the dormitory, she immediately called her mom and explained the ins and outs of the incident. The first question Liang’s mom asked after hearing the story was, “Did you lose out on anything?”

Did you lose out on anything?

Liang Yujun thought about it. It seemed that except for not getting back the money for the meal, all the other money had been returned. Plus, she and Jiajia had hit him, and the frustration in her heart had dissipated, so… she probably hadn’t lost out on anything.

But after she said this to her mom, there was silence on the other end of the line for a long while.

Finally, Liang’s mom sighed, “You’re in university now, and Mom won’t stop you from dating, but, before you get into a relationship, could you please tell me first? Or if you really don’t want to tell Mom, at least talk to Jiajia and Yuanyuan. Let them keep an eye out for you, to avoid another scumbag like Zhou Zihao in the future.”

Getting hurt once, even though it seemed like her heart hadn’t suffered any damage at the moment, Zhou Zihao had still shattered Liang Yujun’s fantasies about boys.

“Don’t worry, Mom, I won’t get into relationships in university. Just introduce me to someone after I graduate.”

This statement was definitely sincere at the moment, but who knew how long it would last.

After hanging up the phone, Liang’s mom snorted derisively. Did that little loser Zhou Zihao really think the Liang family was easy to bully?

How dare he deceive her daughter!

Zhou’s mom had previously asked her out for a meal, and before the college entrance exam, she had contacted her from time to time. She knew where his family lived.

Revenge is a dish best served immediately!

Liang’s mom didn’t even bother to make dinner, grabbed her keys, and hurried to the neighborhood where Zhou Zihao’s home was located.

At this moment, Zhou’s mom sat on the living room sofa with a frown, a telephone to her right. Ten minutes earlier, she had first received a call from her son’s school counselor, and shortly after, she got another call from her son directly.

Initially furious because of the counselor’s call, her anger dissipated after hearing her son’s grievance.

However, having calmed down now, she also understood that her son hadn’t told her the whole truth.

After all, she knew her own child. A little lie for something trivial was one thing, but he wouldn’t dare deceive her on serious matters of principle.

So she didn’t believe the counselor accusing her son of being a hooligan at Beijing University.

And as for Liang Yujun…

That girl, though not particularly pretty, was smart and came from a well-off family. She had jokingly suggested more than once to her son that Yujun was the perfect candidate for a daughter-in-law. Yet to her astonishment, now the girl had teamed up with others to bully her son.

Did they really think her son Zihao was smitten with her?

“Bang bang bang”

Zhou’s mom hadn’t finished mentally criticizing Liang Yujun when the door was knocked.

She got up to open the door and was surprised to see Liang Yujun’s mom. Thinking it was both their children’s matter and that the adults were not too involved, she was about to invite her in to have a good talk about Liang Yujun.

But to her surprise, Liang’s mom started right at the doorway, “Zhou Zihao’s mom, I didn’t come today for anything else, just wanted to ask if your family is having financial difficulties lately? How come it’s just the beginning of the month, and your Zhou Zihao is borrowing living expenses from our Yujun? I heard from his roommate that he’s even borrowed money to buy gifts for the school beauty… Oh my, he can’t even afford his own meals yet still chases after girls. I don’t know whether to call this boy lovesick or to say that you two parents haven’t taught him properly. He’s only been at university for a few months…”

It was just around the end of the workday and dinner time; there were quite a few people carrying groceries who had just gotten home. One by one, they didn’t even go into their homes but instead gathered at the corridor entrance to listen to the gossip.

But the arguments that Zhou’s mother had prepared were completely thrown off by that phrase “buying a present for the school beauty.” How did a school beauty come into the picture? She had never heard her son mention such a thing.

Wasn’t it said that he was dating Liang Yujun, and then she made a scene about breaking up and even colluded with her roommate to frame him?

….

It wasn’t even dark yet, and Jiang Yan had already heard about the glorious incident of Song Jiawen getting into a fight at the café that afternoon.

He now had a cell phone as well, and when he answered calls, his younger brother would sit right beside him. Upon hearing what had happened, he threw the parts in his hand down, grabbed a wrench, and said fiercely, “Have they left yet? Who’s the bastard?”

Jiang Yan hung up the phone and kicked him, “Put it away, they left an hour ago.”

After washing his hands, he went to the dorm to look for her, and as he was leaving, his younger brother still called out from behind, “Call me for a fight next time.”

Jiang Yan ignored him.

When she came out of the dorm, the two of them went to the entrance for dinner.

While waiting for their food after ordering, Jiang Yan leaned back in his chair and slanted a look at her, “Song Jiawen, did you enjoy the fight today?”

For some reason, facing Jiang Yan’s gaze, Song Jiawen felt somewhat guilty. She glanced at him, lowered her head, and muttered softly, “I didn’t lose out anyway…”

“And you think you’re in the right? These hands of yours, are they meant for fighting?”

Her slender jade fingers rested on the dining table, curled as she scratched the surface still defending herself quietly, “I didn’t plan to fight at first, but that person was just too infuriating, and Liang Yujun simply sat there dumbly without moving. I, I just couldn’t take it. Besides, I only slapped once, after that, I threw a small dish, not my hands.”

As she spoke, she even lifted her right hand in front of him, “Look, it’s not even red.”

Jiang Yan was speechless. You threw small dishes because you didn’t have bricks handy, right?

He lifted her hand and held it in the palm of his own, the small hand cool and soft and slippery.

He restrained himself from looking, but didn’t let go, continuing to preach with a stern face, “Even if it’s not red, you shouldn’t resort to violence so easily, do you understand? And when you shouted ‘pervert,’ remember that every story has two sides. Some with pure thoughts will think you’re right and stand with you. But there will always be some who maliciously speculate, saying you… they might say you seduced someone, and that’s why the person harassed you.”

He was only lecturing her to make a point, but as he got to this part, Jiang Yan’s gaze couldn’t help but turn cold, and his voice deepened, “We can choose to disregard these people, but I always wanted you to have a carefree university life, untouched by any person or event. Therefore, if you can avoid these situations, do so. If you really can’t avoid it, I’ll fight for you!”

The sentiment behind his words was a bit melodramatic, and saying them made Jiang Yan himself feel a tad uncomfortable, but this girl…

He saw her turn her head and rest her eyes where their hands were clasped together, as if she hadn’t been listening.

Jiang Yan squeezed her hand, and Song Jiawen snapped back to reality, looking at him blankly, “What did you just say?”

Jiang Yan: …

Just then, the waiter came over with the dishes, and Jiang Yan let go of her hand, saying helplessly, “Let’s eat.”

When she picked up her chopsticks with her right hand, Song Jiawen couldn’t help but look at her own hand repeatedly, puzzled. She had felt nothing when Jiang Yan had held her hand before, but why did it feel tingly just now?

And his hand, warmer than hers, slightly hard, probably from frequently setting up computers, she could feel a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips.

It was just holding hands; why were so many sensations surfacing now?

Chewing on her chopsticks, Song Jiawen glanced again at Jiang Yan’s hand. Perhaps, she should hold it again later?