As soon as Chi Cheng stepped out again, everyone bent over in unison, "Young Master, we beg you."

"I’ve said what needs to be said. What you’re doing now is meaningless."

Chi Cheng said, wrapping an arm around An Ran, and headed straight for his Porsche.

In the end, An Ran couldn’t stand it, turned her head to look at those people, "You all, just go back..."

Why torture yourselves like this?

The person leading the group said nothing, just nodded at An Ran.

-

At the school entrance, Chi Cheng took the backpack from the back seat, handed it to An Ran and said, "Go in. If I can finish my work early this afternoon, I’ll personally come to pick you up."

He had already started to officially take over the Chi Group, and he was very busy every day.

An Ran nodded, strolling down slowly.

Chi Cheng’s gaze lingered on An Ran until she completely disappeared from sight, then he slowly looked away.

He unfastened his seatbelt, got out of the car, crossed his arms and leaned against the car, "How long do you plan to follow me?"

Behind him, those men in black uniforms followed wherever Chi Cheng went.

"Young Master, maybe you have grievances against the President, but ultimately, you are his biological son. Many things need to be explained face-to-face, don’t you think?"

"Grievances?" Chi Cheng sneered, "Only when one person cares deeply about another can there be such feelings of grievance. To me, he is just a stranger; where’s the grievance? I just don’t want to waste my time.

By following me like this, you’re affecting my daily life.

This is the last warning.

Stop following me."

With that, Chi Cheng stood up straight, ready to open the car door and get inside.

"Don’t you want to know what really happened between your mother and the President all those years ago?" the leading man quickly added, "Even though your mother has passed away, even if you don’t care about the President, your mother had many unfulfilled wishes during her life. You are her biological son. Can you really just ignore them?"

Chi Cheng paused slightly.

The man continued, "Young Master, can we find a place to communicate properly? It’s all related to your mother’s past."

-

Saint Siya College.

An Ran had been a bit out of it all day.

Recounting the events of the past few days to Ruge and Xiyan, the three went out for hotpot lunch to celebrate.

But after returning from hotpot, An Ran didn’t feel well.

However, she usually could endure. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

She finally made it to near the end of the school day.

Her brother sent a text message.

An Ran quickly opened it, only to read that her brother couldn’t come to pick her due to unfinished business.

He had sent Uncle Wang the driver.

Ah~

She was a bit disappointed.

In the last class of the day, An Ran felt increasingly dazed.

Ruge stood up her textbook, turned her face sideways to look at An Ran sitting next to her, and whispered, "Why is your face so red?"

"Is it?" An Ran touched her own face.

It was indeed a bit warm.

"Let me check your temperature," Ruge said, putting down her textbook, and touched An Ran’s forehead.

It was really hot.

She gasped, "You’re running a fever."

Ah... so it turns out I have a fever.

No wonder I’ve felt uncomfortable all afternoon.