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Chapter 230 - 228: Two Options Provided by Weng Pinting

Chapter 230: Chapter 228: Two Options Provided by Weng Pinting

Nan Zhubin hadn’t expected that his casual kick would have such a significant impact.

Previously, he just thought that Lin Lulin’s injury couldn’t possibly be lighter than his own "sprained ankle."

Who would’ve thought it would directly bring the opponent’s health down to the critical line?

It really was a case of unintentional success.

Should he find an opportunity to send Lin Lulin a fruit basket as a gesture of sympathy?

...

Huang Xin continued, "The teacher didn’t trust me, so after sending me away, he assigned the task to Liu Pan. Fortunately, I was quick enough to make a detour back."

"And Liu Pan’s tasks were ’first find the USB drive among the retired foster fathers,’ ’then return to the school to find the ledger’; while I was ’to go directly back to the school to get the itinerary.’

"—This gave me a time advantage over Liu Pan, allowing me to get what’s now in your hand."

Huang Xin pointed at the phone in Nan Zhubin’s hand and the photos being browsed.

"But I didn’t have much time either. I couldn’t take the ledger with me, nor could I fully duplicate it with photos, so I only managed to find Chen Jie’s page and took it for you."

Yes, the photo Huang Xin brought back for Nan Zhubin was only that one page from the ledger.

"But I think it should be enough for you..."

Huang Xin hid behind his coffee cup, shielding his expression. This sentence sounded both like an explanation and a bit of guilt.

Nan Zhubin looked up and said, "It’s indeed enough, you’ve been a great help."

Upon hearing Nan Zhubin’s confirmation.

Even though Huang Xin’s expression was concealed, his shoulders visibly relaxed.

Nan Zhubin looked at Huang Xin and suddenly laughed.

He shook the phone intentionally and said, "Previously, when you told me about Li Minglu outside the Jiang University Consultation Center, it was to repay a favor, and helping me rescue Li Minglu in the academy was out of personal ethics—so what about now? What’s your purpose this time?"

Some things are better heard directly from the person involved.

Huang Xin pursed his lips, seemingly struggling, but then let it out in one breath.

"The teacher’s handling of Li Minglu... it was too much, really too much."

"Regarding Chen Jie’s matter, at first, I had no idea about it at all, and by the time I found out, the incident had already happened; plus, I was handling things that were quite peripheral to you afterwards, so I didn’t have any substantial feeling."

"But this time with Li Minglu..."

Huang Xin put down the coffee cup and raised his hands. He looked at the clear palm lines on them, as if something was engraved there.

"It felt like I was pushing someone to a dead end with my own hands—I can’t bear doing this."

"I can’t stand being involved in such a thing; even more, I can’t stand being in such a team, potentially doing the same thing again in the future."

He sighed deeply, "Maybe, the consultation ethics I learned in class when I was the most naive have truly been embedded in my mind. I tell myself that no sunk cost, decent job, or ideal future should make me endure such things."

Huang Xin lowered his hands and looked sincerely at Nan Zhubin.

The expression on his face needed no interpretation; every subtle part projected solemnity and sincerity.

"Nan Zhubin, go topple the teacher... no, go topple Lin Lulin, I can help you."

"Even if it means you won’t graduate, or might even be expelled?"

"Yes."

...

Nan Zhubin’s gaze at Huang Xin changed gradually, and without intentional effort, a smile naturally appeared.

He reached out to make a comforting gesture, "I believe good people should get good returns. Forcing others to give endlessly or even exhaust themselves with ideals and ethics is the cruelest and the most wicked."

"Earlier, in order to win you over, I managed to get something... which now, it seems, can conveniently be used to back you up."

Huang Xin was taken aback.

Nan Zhubin gestured around with his palm upwards, "Why do you think we came here?"

Huang Xin looked around. They were now in a café.

The air was filled with the bitter scent of coffee beans, interspersed with occasional hints of milk fragrance.

"Now that you mention, I was a bit curious why you picked this place. Not to mention the ambiance issues, it’s far from your residence, company, and even Jiang University..."

"To wait for someone," Nan Zhubin quickly replied.

"?"

...

Gurgle—gurgle—

The sound of wheels turning.

The ivory-white suitcase was covered with a dense collection of airline baggage stickers, showing that it had carried its owner through the clouds multiple times, even overseas.

Long and elegant fingers held the suitcase handle, with distinct joints.

Such a hand would surely be atmospheric flipping through a book.

Accompanied by a "ding," the owner of the hand pushed open the café door, took off the sunglasses, and began to search for a target inside.

Huang Xin followed Nan Zhubin’s gaze, and upon seeing who had arrived, he immediately sat up straight.

Tension rose.

Nan Zhubin, on the other hand, casually extended his right hand and indicated, "Pingting, over here!"

His voice was quite loud, attracting the surrounding customers to focus their attention. First, they looked at Nan Zhubin, then at Weng Pinting, and finally back to Nan Zhubin’s face.

Once they thoroughly saw the details.

Though they didn’t know what had happened or would happen, the chatter around them involuntarily quieted a bit.

Weng Pinting dragged her suitcase over with a rumble, glanced at the table.

"No drink ordered for me?"

Nan Zhubin justified, "I didn’t know what you like to drink, like no ice, half-sugar, no milk or whatever."

Then he pointed at the tense Huang Xin, "Tell him what you want to drink, he’s paying today."

Huang Xin: "???"

The graduate student, with small eyes, widened them slightly, a guess surfacing in his mind.

Weng Pinting shook her head, "I just got off the plane, haven’t even rested much, dragged my suitcase all the way to see you, really don’t know if you’re the boss or I am."

Nan Zhubin pleaded, "That’s why I chose a café near your home, to at least offer you something to drink as a token of appreciation—"

Without further ado, Nan Zhubin handed over the phone with Chen Ting’s photo.

"This is the prescription for Chen Jie I mentioned when I contacted you earlier."

Then, he pointed at Huang Xin.

"And he’s the senior Huang Xin I talked to you about, he’s the one who got this."

...

Coincidentally, Weng Pinting, who had been on a long business trip, happened to return to Jiangdu today.

Upon learning that Huang Xin had obtained Chen Jie’s medication record, Nan Zhubin wasted no time in arranging a meeting with Weng Pinting to ask her to assess Chen Jie’s situation.

At the same time, it was also an opportunity for Huang Xin.

At this moment, Weng Pinting took the phone Nan Zhubin handed over but didn’t check it immediately. Instead, she looked Huang Xin up and down.

She asked, "Did Zhuren tell you about me?"

Huang Xin, unlike his relaxed demeanor when speaking with Nan Zhubin earlier, suddenly didn’t know what to say.

Nan Zhubin answered for him, "He doesn’t know, I didn’t have time to tell him."

Weng Pinting nodded, "Alright, then I’ll tell you."

"—Zhuren has spoken to me about your situation before, saying that there’s still ’hope’ for you. So, to win you over on one hand, and to back you up on the other, I can offer you two choices now."

"First, I am currently setting up my own psychological consultation studio. If you wish to leave academia and enter straight into employment, I can offer you a job here."