Volume One, Chapter 107: Silence

A low, magnetic voice carried an imperceptible chill. Gu Yuandong exuded an overwhelming sense of pressure. Chu Xingzhi’s heart leapt in alarm, and his steps involuntarily retreated several paces.

Just moments ago, she had been carried away by her emotions, blinded by anger.

Gu Yuandong’s sudden appearance snapped him back to reality. Although he had never confessed to Sheng Yuru, nor wished to acknowledge their relationship, to everyone else, they were already a couple.

Especially Gu Yuandong—if he ever found out that he and Sheng Yuru had been deceiving him, it would be over.

“I’m sorry, President Gu, I was momentarily confused—”

“Get lost!”

Gritting his teeth, Chu Xingzhi cast a deep glance at Song Qingyu. Seeing how she avoided his gaze, his heart ached unbearably. Reluctantly and unwillingly, he left.

Song Qingyu had already composed herself. “Thank you, President Gu.”

Her hair was disheveled. Pei Jingmo wanted to help tidy it but restrained himself out of respect for her position.

“Does he often harass you like this?”

Song Qingyu wasn’t sure if President Gu was asking because he was Sheng Yuru’s cousin or out of concern for his subordinate.

Not wanting to be involved with Chu Xingzhi any longer, for anyone’s sake, she replied, “No.”

“Qingyu—”

Zhou Yuze approached, noticing Song Qingyu hadn’t kept up.

Seeing Gu Yuandong with Song Qingyu, he paused. “Presi... President Gu...”

Pei Jingmo nodded calmly. “Let’s go.”

Sensing something amiss between Song Qingyu and President Gu, Zhou Yuze quietly asked, “Did you offend President Gu?”

“How could I dare?”

Zhou Yuze smiled reassuringly. “He won’t hold it against you. You’re too beautiful.”

A cold, sharp gaze swept over them, sending a chill down Zhou Yuze’s spine.

So cold!

The library was where Song Qingyu spent the most time during her studies, especially the computer room on the third floor. On days without classes, she could stay in there, immersed, without eating or drinking, the entire day.

Earlier, she had borrowed a book from the library but hadn’t had a chance to return it until today.

As she reached the third floor to return the book and placed it on the shelf, a piercing alarm suddenly blared.

“Fire!”

Startled, Song Qingyu immediately dashed toward the first floor.

Many people were in the library reading. Everyone hurried down the stairs, crowding together.

The fire had started on the sixth floor, and with all the paper books, the flames spread terrifyingly fast.

“Hey, isn’t Zhu Yanyan still sleeping on the sixth floor?”

Hearing the familiar name, Song Qingyu paused and looked toward two girls rushing down.

“There’s been so much noise; she should’ve woken up by now.”

“But I saw she took a cold medicine tablet before sleeping. What if she didn’t wake up—”

“Why don’t you go wake her? Don’t forget how she just scolded us.”

One girl glanced back at the raging fire, fear shaking her head. “I’m too scared.”

“Let’s go. If something happens to her, it’s her own fault. We can’t be blamed.”

Zhu Yanyan? Was that the Zhu Yanyan she knew?

Frowning deeply, Song Qingyu couldn’t stand by and do nothing when a life was at stake.

The fire was on the sixth floor. Before the firefighters arrived, someone might be burned alive.

With no time to hesitate, Song Qingyu ran against the flow, heading toward the sixth floor.

At the moment the fire broke out, Pei Jingmo, surrounded by school officials, was outside on the open ground.

He instinctively searched for Song Qingyu but found no trace of her.

Seeing Zhou Yuze emerge, he grabbed his arm and asked, “Where’s Song Qingyu?”

“Qingyu... She said she was going to return a book. After that, I didn’t see her.”

“Which floor was she on?”

“Seems like the third... third floor.”

If she was on the third floor, she should have already come out.

Without hesitation, Pei Jingmo charged back into the library.

By the time the school officials snapped back to their senses, Pei Jingmo had vanished.

“President Gu rushed into the library! Hurry! Save the fire victims!”

The principal’s face turned pale. President Gu was the heir of a powerful family. If anything happened to him at Shangjing University, the Gu patriarch would surely kill him.

Heaven above, please protect President Gu!

—

Song Qingyu struggled up to the sixth floor. The flames burned her face, hot and painful. She dashed into the restroom, soaked her scarf with water, and covered her mouth and nose.

Searching two reading rooms, she finally spotted Zhu Yanyan staggering outward.

“Zhu Yanyan—”

She rushed over, handing half of her scarf to her. “Cover your mouth and nose.”

Zhu Yanyan didn’t expect to see Song Qingyu here. “You... What are you doing here?”

“Let’s get out first.”

Zhu Yanyan’s face was flushed red, clearly feverish.

She had no strength left, and having inhaled plenty of smoke, she was dizzy and her legs gave out.

The two supported each other for a few steps before Zhu Yanyan collapsed.

She was utterly exhausted.

The fire raged on, and Zhu Yanyan, sweat pouring down her face, looked at Song Qingyu who still tried to help her up and fiercely pushed her away, teeth clenched. “Go! I don’t need your help!”

Song Qingyu’s throat ached. “Get up! Don’t give up!”

Summoning all her strength, Song Qingyu pulled Zhu Yanyan back up.

Tears reddened Zhu Yanyan’s eyes. She never imagined that in such dire circumstances, the one who wouldn’t give up on her was the very Song Qingyu she despised.

“Song Qingyu, are you stupid? You can still get out on your own, but if you drag me down, maybe neither of us will make it.”

“At a time like this, could you please stop being so saintly?”

“Don’t think I don’t know why you’re saving me. You want me to feel guilty, to be grateful, so I’ll give up Pei Jingmo, right?”

“Cough, cough...”

Song Qingyu coughed painfully. “Shut up! If you have the strength to insult me, you should use it to stand up and escape.”

She regretted not having exercised before, as she was now equally weak.

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