Reborn as the Harem King-Chapter 92 Win First Place[Part 3]

Yes, Zhou Yi knew.

He knew who she was, so she never bothered to hide her true self around him.

All her worst traits were reserved for him.

She had trampled on his sincerity and love.

How could she have the audacity to try and win him back?

But the thought of a future without him in her life suddenly made everything seem bleak and hopeless.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but I... I just can't accept the fact that you don't love me anymore."

Her heart ached so much it felt like she was suffocating, struggling to breathe.

Zhou Yi looked at her coldly, feeling only pity.

To truly hurt someone, you don't crush them completely.

You give them a glimmer of hope, then take it all away.

He handed her a tissue. "Dry your tears."

Chu Han felt his tone soften slightly.

Was he feeling sorry for her?

Yes, Zhou Yi had always been soft-hearted. Even if he didn't love her anymore, he couldn't bear to see her cry like this.

Maybe if she tried harder, he might change his mind?

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"Yi-Gege, when are you free? My mom wants to invite you to dinner to thank you for helping us. Would that be okay?"

"Let's talk about it later. I have things to do."

Zhou Yi didn't outright reject her, leaving her hanging.

Chu Han sighed, watching as Zhou Yi walked further and further away.

In the office, Liu Wei handed Zhou Yi the 30,000 prize money, but Zhou Yi didn't take it.

"Teacher, please use this money to help the financially struggling students in our class. You can distribute it privately—no need to announce who it's from."

Nobody wanted their financial struggles to be made public, and Zhou Yi wanted to protect their dignity.

The teachers in the office overheard and couldn't help but admire his kindness.

Liu Wei felt a mix of emotions.

He had seen Zhou Yi's standing in the class before.

Now, Zhou Yi was thinking of helping his classmates. This was true magnanimity.

"Some of these students might have even bullied you before. Does that not bother you?"

Zhou Yi smiled faintly. "It doesn't matter. Those things are in the past, and I've never held onto them."

Liu Wei genuinely admired Zhou Yi's character and patted his shoulder in silent praise.

But was Zhou Yi really unaffected? Did he truly have no ulterior motives?

No, he did.

He knew who the struggling students in the class were—Zhang Wu was one of them.

And knowing Liu Wei, he would definitely tell Zhang Wu where the money came from.

How would Zhang Wu react then?

Would he feel the gap between himself and Zhou Yi and completely lose it?

Watching someone he disliked thrive while he had to accept charity—how could someone as proud as Zhang Wu bear it?

Or, if he had even a shred of conscience, he might feel remorse and apologize to Zhou Yi.

But if he remained unrepentant and continued to stir trouble behind his back, Zhou Yi would make things even more humiliating for him.

He could expose Zhang Wu's financial struggles—something Zhang Wu would never want revealed.

After all, Zhou Yi wasn't a saint. He wasn't above a little revenge.

It would be interesting to see which path Zhang Wu would choose.

In any case, Zhang Wu would probably only receive a couple of thousand from the fund.

Zhou Yi hadn't forgotten who had humiliated the original Zhou Yi in the past.

Spending a few thousand to get back at Zhang Wu on behalf of the previous owner of his memories wasn't a big deal.

After leaving the office, Zhou Yi received a message on WeChat from Jiang Ruolan.

[Ruolan: President Zhou, the interviews for this week are fully scheduled. I've completed the initial screening, and the final candidate list is waiting for your approval.]

[Zhou Yi: Are the interview times set?]

[Ruolan: They're scheduled for Saturday and Sunday. I'm afraid it'll take up two days of your time.]

[Zhou Yi: That many people?]

[Ruolan: Yes.]

On the other end of the WeChat, Jiang Ruolan smiled helplessly.

It seemed President Zhou had no idea how attractive his job posting was.

If she hadn't closed the application channel, they wouldn't have been able to complete the initial screening by the weekend.

[Zhou Yi: If it's convenient, let's have dinner on Friday night to discuss it. My treat—you've been working hard these past few days.]

Jiang Ruolan felt a warmth in her heart.

As the president's assistant, she was used to reporting work at any time.

But Zhou Yi had made it clear that if things could be handled during the day, they shouldn't be left until the evening.

He always replied to her messages the next day, never bothering her at night unless it was urgent.

Zhou Yi suggested Friday night because he had another competition during the day—a crucial one he couldn't afford to miss.

And so, the two agreed to meet for dinner on Friday evening.

Meanwhile, Zhou Yi quietly awaited the arrival of the next competition.

It would determine whether he could silence the haters in one fell swoop—and how much "heartbeat value" he could earn.