Rebirth: My Childhood Sweetheart Came into My Arms

He Ningqiu was stunned by He Ziyu's tirade, her head filled with question marks.

What do you mean by stealing someone else's work or stealing someone else's life?

What exactly is a rotten dog?

"He Ziyu, I really think you've lost your mind." He Ningqiu leaned against the corner of the wall, chin tucked in forcefully. "I can't understand a word you're saying. I suggest you go to the hospital and see a neurologist."

He Ziyu was initially quite angry, but upon hearing what he said, he instantly burst out laughing.

"Aren't you saying the opposite? Aren't you the one who can't understand human language? If anyone's going to hang up, it's you who should be the one doing it!"

"you……"

He Ningqiu was speechless, her face turning red with embarrassment, and she didn't know how to refute him.

He genuinely couldn't understand what He Ziyu was saying; he only knew that He Ziyu's mouth was incredibly fluent, and that going up against him would only result in him continuously losing health.

Left with no other choice, he had to resort to his trump card.

"Aren't you afraid I'll tell Dad you bullied me?" He Ningqiu retorted, trying to appear assertive.

He's been with the He family for about a month now, and he's gotten along quite well with his biological father and stepmother. He Ningqiu thinks he should have some say now, though not much, but He Lianghan will definitely take it into consideration.

however……

"Not bad, little Ningqiu, you've grown up quite a bit. You even dare to use your dad to intimidate me now? Let me guess, is it because you feel your status in the He family has improved after living here for a while, and your words carry more weight?" He Ziyu had a pleased expression on his face, showing no sign of being threatened. "You have delusions. You need to get it treated, or it'll be troublesome later~"

Having her little scheme exposed, He Ningqiu was both angry and annoyed, but she still stubbornly insisted, "I didn't think that way. Don't be so petty. I just don't understand why you always target me, and I don't want to be taken advantage of."

He Ziyu scoffed, "Stop insulting persimmons. Persimmons are so sweet, how dare you be so slutty? Snitching? Do you even think you can do it? Believe me, after you do, I'll beat you into a second Blue Dog."

It was only then that He Ningqiu realized that He Ziyu wasn't talking about some rotten dog, but about Lan, the Lan of Lan Yuan.

Recalling the way Lan Yuan's nose was bent out of shape, He Ningqiu couldn't help but shudder.

He Ziyu is truly terrifying when he gets ruthless. If you go head-to-head with him, you'll only be the one who suffers. Realizing this, He Ningqiu softened up as if she had a split personality.

"Brother, don't scare me, I'm scared... Just tell me, what do you want me to do?" He Ningqiu's expression changed drastically. One second he was glaring at her, and the next he turned into an innocent little rabbit. "Honestly, I've been pretty well-behaved lately. If you don't like me, I'll try not to bother you. Today I finally came here, just to chat with Huozhong, and you treat me like this. I'm really wronged."

He Ningqiu, perhaps a graduate of a drama school, had tears welling up in her eyes as she spoke.

If this scene had happened in his previous life, he would definitely have felt heartache, and perhaps even guilt, but now…

Ha ha.

"Didn't you ask me what I wanted you to do?" He Ziyu crossed his arms and spoke forcefully, "I want you to stay away from the fire source, the farther the better. Don't wander around him when you have nothing to do, and you are not allowed to contact him in private."

"Why?" He Ningqiu asked, puzzled. "We both like comics and have a lot to talk about. Don't you find it strange that you're stopping us from interacting for no reason?"

He Ziyu stared at him. "I've made myself clear enough. You just need to do as I say. Don't ask why; it won't do you any good."

He Ningqiu, "But..."

"Or you can just take it as me bullying you, that's fine too." He Ziyu smoothed his hair. "Your brother is just arrogant and domineering, ruthless and heartless. I just can't stand the sight of your face that's been kicked by a donkey's hoof, so I want to find ways to torment you. Is that reason satisfactory?"

"..."

"My throat is sore today, I don't want to talk to you too much. You can choose to stay in your room or go home."

"..." Is this a multiple-choice question? This is clearly an invitation to leave.

He Ningqiu glanced at the now empty room and felt utterly overwhelmed.

There was only a bed and a cabinet left in the room. There was nothing to do here except play on his phone. The worst part was that his phone was almost out of battery.

"I think I'll go watch TV in the living room..."

"Why didn't you watch it when I told you to?" He Ziyu took a step to the side, blocking his way. "It's too late to watch it now. The TV says it doesn't want you to watch it. You'd better stay here."

After He Ziyu finished speaking, he patted He Ningqiu on the shoulder and turned to leave.

He didn't actually intend to torment He Ningqiu; he just wanted him to leave quickly and stop getting in the way. However, based on his understanding of He Ningqiu, he knew that guy wouldn't listen to him obediently.

As He Ziyu walked out of the room, before he could even look up, he bumped into "Fire Seed".

"Huh? What's wrong...?"

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't interfere in your family matters, but Mr. He, I think what you just said about your brother was a bit excessive."

"Fire Seed" hadn't originally intended to come along, but He Ziyu was so angry when he dragged He Ningqiu out of the room that he was afraid the two kids would fight, so he came over to eavesdrop.

As it turned out, he overheard He Ziyu threatening He Ningqiu not to get close to him, and even cursing him for having his face kicked by a donkey's hoof, and a whole bunch of other unpleasant things.

He didn't know what the grudge was between the two, but based on this short conversation alone, He Ziyu was indeed in the wrong.

Hearing "Torch" speak up for him, He Ningqiu quickly peeked out from behind the doorframe, "It's alright, Mr. Torch, my brother is just in a bad mood..."

That look in his eyes, that expression, was as if he were saying, "Look at my heartless brother, he's in a bad mood and he's scolding me like this. I'm so weak, pitiful, and helpless. I've suffered so much humiliation from evil forces, sob sob sob."

The overwhelming smell of white lotus made He Ziyu feel nauseous, and he barely managed to hold back from slapping him.

"Yes, I'm in a bad mood, but why am I in a bad mood? Don't you even think about it?" He Ziyu pushed He Ningqiu back and slammed the door shut.

He wasn't afraid of being seen as bullying others by the "Fire Seeds," because if he wanted to, he had plenty of ways to expose He Ningqiu's hypocritical face.

"Mr. Fire Seed, please come with me for a moment."

"Spark" was confused, but still followed He Ziyu back to the workshop.

He Ziyu closed the door and sat down facing "Tinder".

"I know you must be wondering why I treated He Ningqiu that way, which is normal, and I don't intend to hide it," He Ziyu said. "However, the matter is too complicated to explain in a few words. To help you understand more clearly, I hope you will cooperate with me in doing something..."

The spark looked confused: "What is it?"

He Ziyu pursed his lips, lowered his voice, and truthfully stated his thoughts.

……

"My God, it's so hot! How can it still be this hot in October?"

In the cramped living room of "Spark," Jingran sat on the edge of the bed, wiping away sweat and complaining.

The room was stuffy and hot, and I was exhausted after only moving it a couple of times.

"Didn't I tell you to wait downstairs?" Bei Yao bent down to pick up the cardboard from the ground. "I just saw a few stray cats downstairs. Why don't you go and play with them? I'll be fine here."

"It's not appropriate for me to be playing with the cat while you're doing chores. It makes me seem heartless." Jingran swung her two little white legs, her face flushed. "Hey, throw me a piece of cardboard so I can fan myself."

Bei Yao straightened up and handed over a relatively clean piece of cardboard, but as soon as Jing Ran reached out, he quickly took the cardboard back.

Jing Ran: "?"

"I think I told you before, you're not allowed to ask me to feed you." Bei Yao patted the dust off his hands and looked at him seriously.

"So what should I call you, Bei Yuqian?" Jing Ran raised an eyebrow, completely oblivious to the danger signals emanating from the air.

A moment later, Bei Yao walked up to him.

"They all call me Brother Yao, but that's too common. I want to hear something different."

"Different?"

Jingran subconsciously shifted her buttocks back, vaguely sensing that this guy was about to cause trouble again.

Bei Yao pressed one hand against the edge of the bed and leaned close to him.

"Look, I've already called you 'baby,' so shouldn't you reciprocate with something similar, like..."

"You, you're too close to me!" Jingran swiftly pulled her legs back and crawled to the middle of the bed. "If you keep doing this, I'll start to doubt whether you... whether you are..."

Bei Yao climbed onto the bed, placed his hands on Jing Ran's waist, and stared intently at him with his handsome, spirited eyes, asking, "Is it something?"

Jingran swallowed hard, and answered almost unconsciously, "Do you... like me?"

After he finished speaking, the room suddenly became very quiet.

He didn't know what had gotten into him, but he blurted out whatever was on his mind. The worst part was, he felt that saying those words had made his situation even more dangerous...

Bei Yao's gaze was intense. He seemed to want to say something but hesitated for a long while before asking, "What if I say 'yes'?"

Upon hearing this, Jingran's eyes widened even more. "That...that won't do! I'm a man, and you're a man too. Men can't be happy together!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Bei Yao smirked. "If you recorded this and played it to He Ziyu, what do you think he would say?"

Realizing she had dug herself a hole, Jingran was on the verge of tears.

"He's different. No, that's not right. It's not that he's different, it's that Yu-ge is different from you. Yu-ge is good at studying and gentle. If he likes me, maybe I'll... no, what will I do?! I'm getting more and more confused..."

Jingran's thoughts were in turmoil, and she felt that if she continued talking, she would only dig the pit deeper.

"Then let's not talk about it," Bei Yao interrupted him. "I admit that I'm not as good at studying as the student council president, and I probably won't be better than him in this lifetime, but when it comes to gentleness, I'm no worse than him."

Taking advantage of Jing Ran's speechlessness, Bei Yao reached out and gently lifted Jing Ran's chin. "How about I be gentle with you?"