After five bigwigs in Beijing's elite circle fell into their trap, I fled.

Chapter 62 Low-key
Great or not?
That must be impressive!
That night, Jiang Shu witnessed firsthand what it meant to be oppressed by power. The arrogant and domineering Crown Prince gathered a large group of question setters into a chat group, and whenever he encountered a question he didn't understand, he would simply throw it at them. The question setters would then cautiously act as temporary tutors, meticulously explaining and analyzing the questions for Jiang Shu…

Jiang Shu studied until the early hours of the morning.

The question setters were worn out, their voices hoarse and their eyes bloodshot...

A residential community in Jiangcheng.

Zhou Houde got up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water and saw his elderly father with a cell phone on a stand in front of him and a wooden mallet in his hand, pounding his back...

His face looked so haggard, like a ghost, that Zhou Houde was startled: "Dad, why are you on your phone in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

"You think I wanted this? I've been retired for years, and when I felt like it, I just casually created a set of questions for the high school section. Now I've got myself stuck!" The old man glared, his face full of bitterness. "Some damn bastard dragged me into a group chat to explain problems to his kid, and he wouldn't let me leave the group until the kid was asleep..."

"Who is so arrogant?" Zhou Houde's face darkened!
"I don't know, but they're very powerful. Their subordinates made a single phone call to the director of the Education Bureau, and the director didn't dare say a word. He immediately took the lead in creating a group chat, treating them like royalty!" Tears welled up in the old man's eyes as he weakly instructed his son, "Go and make me a cup of goji berry tea..."

After making the tea, Zhou Houde glanced at the group chat...

Just then, I saw that the person who was being 'the center of attention' in the group posted a new message:

My name is Xinghua: [Reading Comprehension Question 1, Section A: Which of the following analyses and appreciations of the text's content and artistic features is incorrect? Why is A chosen instead of C?]

Immediately afterwards, the person who set the question began to explain in detail...

Zhou Houde's face twitched slightly as he looked at the familiar WeChat name.

My name is Xinghua (杏花).

If I remember correctly, Jiang Shu's WeChat account also has this name?

He immediately pulled out his phone, retrieved Jiang Shu's business card from the class group chat, checked it repeatedly, and then his expression gradually became complicated.

So, that damned bastard the old man was talking about... cough!

Zhou Houde looked at his father and said, "Dad, I'll take your place next time."

……

It was three in the morning. Jiang Shu finally managed to escape the sea of ​​homework with satisfaction. When she turned her head, she met Feng Li's hazy, peach-blossom eyes.

He wasn't in good health, unlike Li Yubai who could stay up all night and still look tired. At this moment, his brows were furrowed with drowsiness.

Jiang Shu pointed to the cat skin: "Go inside and rest?"

"Will you help me take it off?" The man tugged at his robe; the thin silk robe revealed the texture of his skin.

Jiang Shu looked at the man who was acting up again and asked softly, "Are you sure that the first time you were 'open and honest' with me was in this sickly way?"

Feng Li: "...You scumbag, close your eyes."

Jiang Shu didn't fall asleep until 5 a.m.

After finishing her Chinese homework, she spent another two hours mending and sewing. By the time she finally felt a little sleepy, the cat in her arms had rolled around countless times...

……

The next morning, Jiang Shu bought breakfast from outside as usual.

Jiang Shu placed breakfast on the bedside table; Feng Li was still asleep. She instructed him, "The teacher told me to tell you that if you come to school today, please keep a low profile—besides the spicy beef, I also want to try the pickled cabbage."

After giving her instructions, Jiang Shu, feeling refreshed and not knowing whether the man had listened or not, left the house with her backpack on.

The door slammed shut, footsteps faded into the distance. The man in the cat's bed slowly opened his sleepy, almond-shaped eyes, lazily picked up his phone, and ordered, "Find me a designer..."

When Feng Li came to deliver lunch at noon, he was indeed much more low-key.

This time, he wore a bulky and ill-fitting Xinghua Village uniform—the world-renowned fashion designer cried twice in order to transform the exquisite fabric into an eye-catching Xinghua Village style.

Add to that a worn-out straw hat, a towel covering most of his face, and a thick, obviously counterfeit gold chain around his neck, and he successfully turned a corner of the campus into a vacuum zone.

When Jiang Shu came down again, she was silent for a while before saying with a complicated expression, "I told you to keep a low profile, but you didn't have to be this low-key."

Feng Li chuckled, half-jokingly, "I'll be a son-in-law of Xinghua Village sooner or later, so I'm getting used to it in advance."

"Have I ever told you," Jiang Shu organized her thoughts, "that my mother's criteria for choosing a son-in-law is: handsome—as handsome as possible!"

……

Another man, who had always been obsessed with beauty, returned to Xinghua Lane at 5:50 p.m.

In fact, the chartered plane arrived in Jiangcheng at four o'clock.

As is customary, Li Yubai meticulously groomed himself at the Jiangcheng Grand Hotel, ensuring a flawless and impeccable appearance before heading to see his sugar daddy with a heart full of longing.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, which was filled with apricot blossoms, one could hear bursts of joyful laughter from men and women.

Li Yubai was slightly taken aback.

Then he went inside and saw a scene that was extremely shocking to him—

The mismatched young master of FY, dressed in patched clothes, a tattered straw hat, and a thick gold chain, and the energetic girl who had just changed out of her school uniform and was wearing loose sportswear, were sitting sprawled on the ground, fiddling with a bunch of newly bought spicy strips.

The kitchen was littered with unprocessed, high-end ingredients, long since ruined. A knife still covered in beef scraps lay on the floor, and black truffle crumbs littered the corner...

Completely oblivious to their disheveled appearance, the two embarked on a new culinary journey, their mouths brimming with endless chatter:

Jiang Shu: "Ali, try this 'Heavenly Spice'! It's off the charts in terms of spiciness!"

Feng Li took a small bite using Jiang Shu's hand: "Hmm, but it doesn't taste as good as the Wei Long from before..."

Then he handed over the spicy snack he had half-eaten: "Try this one, it's a bit chewy and bouncy, and it's really good."

Jiang Shu didn't stand on ceremony. Curious, she opened her mouth, took a small bite, and then smiled contentedly, her eyes widening slightly. "I'm going to tell my mom when I get back that even junk food can be delicious..."

Feng Li reached out and gently wiped the chili oil from the corner of her mouth with his fingertips, then softly hummed in agreement: "Shall we eat this once a week from now on?"

Jiang Shu added: "I eat spicy strips once a week, plus instant noodles once a week."

Li Yubai felt a throbbing pain in his temples and finally couldn't help but interrupt the two: "What are you doing?"

……

Ten minutes later, the housekeeping company was busy in the rented room.

Feng Li and Jiang Shu sat on the ground, Li Yubai's usually cold expression carrying a hint of helplessness:
"Feng Li, it's one thing for you to be arrogant and reckless all the time! I've only been gone for three days, and you've already brought Master Jiang to eat this kind of rubbish?"

Feng Lihan retorted with a cold gaze, "Do I need you to teach me how to do things? Besides, I also cook, so what right do you have to interrogate me? Who are you to her?"

(End of this chapter)