Being the son of a businessman isn't easy, and Ji Nan knows that to well. So when he was forced to move he made sure to not let anyone know about his fathers income. He even made sure not to let anyone get to know him, but when he is tasked with tut...
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
Class for the rest of the day was fast paced. So much so that by the end of the last class my wrist and my fingers physically hurt. If I knew that there was going to be this many notes I would have never taken such intense ones. On that note, I can't even imagine what Ba Wei went through. He's going to kill me.
I closed my note books and look around the classroom. It was relatively empty, but Yaling still sat in her desk. I couldn't help but sigh when I saw her. I physically can't understand her fixation on me. I get that I'm good looking but what exactly did she want from me. I stuffed my books into my bag and stood up.
When I did this Yalings head snapped in my direction. When I met her eyes I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Anger, I saw anger within them. I shifted my eyes and threw my bag over my shoulder and started to walk towards the door.
"I know about you."
When I heard that sentence leave Yalings mouth I stopped in my tracks. I turned to look at her to see that she had a blank expression.
"What?"
"You heard me." I stared at her for a few seconds before I turned to leave. "Wait didn't you hear me.?"
I stopped walking and sighed. In truth I was curious on what subject about me she knew. I have a lot of secrets but not a lot could hurt me. Only one of them could do a lot of damage, and I doubt she knew about it.
"I heard you. I don't care."
"Your father will."
I turned to Yaling and even though I tried to hold it in I began to laugh. This is the threat she wanted to use. It was true that I didn't want my fathers identity known in this school but it wasn't something would completely ruin my life. I don't have any friends here anyway so it's not like anything would change.
"Tell my father what you like. My fathers opinion means nothing at all to me."
"Really? I'm sure he'd have a big opinion to share about you hanging around a gangster."
I narrowed my eyes, "Yaling. The fact that you said that sentence let's me know that you know nothing about my father. Tell him what you like, it won't change anything."
She didn't say anything and I took that opportunity to leave. It was honestly pathetic of her to take that route. What was she trying to do? Blackmail me with something so trivial? How comical. I have to say it's refreshing to be threatened after such a long time. Too bad it wasn't enough to cause issues. It could've been fun.
I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head and made my way to the tutoring room. The halls were quiet but because some students were still around there was still the sound of shoes on the tile floor. I bet most were going home to be with their friends even their families. I wonder if they even know how lucky they are. Probably not.
