Chapter Twenty-Eight: He Zheyu, Burning with Anxiety

The quarrel in the dormitory faded away with Mo Qinghan’s departure. Dai Yawen and Zhang Wen, still sitting on their beds, stared blankly at He Yurou, whose face was streaked with tears. They had no idea how to comfort her, so silence seemed the wisest course.

Seeing Mo Qinghan leave just like that, He Yurou felt even more aggrieved, unable to voice her anguish. She grabbed the phone by her bedside and dialed He Zheyun. When his voice sounded on the other end, He Yurou sobbed, “Uncle, come pick me up. I want to go home,” as if she had been wronged by the world.

What He Zheyun said over the phone is unknown, but He Yurou’s sobs gradually quieted. After murmuring an agreement, she hung up, dressed, and left. As she closed the dormitory door behind her, she spoke coldly, “If anyone asks about what happened tonight, I want to hear that Mo Qinghan shamelessly approached me and tried to win my favor to get close to Zhao Qingwu. If you dare say anything else, you know the strength of the He family. I have a hundred ways to ruin you both.” With these words, she left Dai Yawen and Zhang Wen staring at the door, now barely ajar.

He Zheyun’s car arrived downstairs in no time. Once inside, he glanced at He Yurou’s swollen, tear-stained eyes and said, “There’s water and tissues next to your seat, wash your face. What’s the point of making yourself such a mess? Wanting to go home in the middle of the night—just like a three-year-old.”

He Yurou’s tears, which had stopped, began to flow again. She wiped her face, sniffed, and said, “Uncle, have you ever been betrayed? Do you know how much it hurts?”

He Zheyun frowned slightly. “Who betrayed you?”

“Mo Qinghan, my best friend. She secretly seduced Qingwu.” He Yurou’s voice rose noticeably.

Driving with one hand, He Zheyun typed a message to Han Mo with the other: “Contact her immediately. Meet Yurou at the entrance to Qingshan Road and take her back to the He residence.” He then turned back to He Yurou, “Are you sure you haven’t misunderstood her?”

“No, I haven’t. Today, I accidentally saw her diary. Every page was about Qingwu. And before, Qingwu told me he wanted to break up, that he only pretended to like me to get back at you for neglecting Aunt Yiya. But even before that, Mo Qinghan told me Qingwu had an ulterior motive for dating me. Their stories matched. Today, Qingwu told me the one he loves is Mo Qinghan, not me. If this isn’t Mo Qinghan’s doing, then whose is it?” He Yurou continued, her grievances pouring out, but He Zheyun was already distracted, glancing at Han Mo’s reply and feeling a sudden tightness in his chest.

“Boss, Miss Mo’s phone is off. I’m already at the entrance to Qingshan Road.”

He Zheyun cut off He Yurou’s tirade, “Yurou, something urgent has come up. I’ve asked Han Mo to take you home. He’s already waiting for you at Qingshan Road. Get out there, he’ll take you back to the He residence.”

Knowing her uncle’s urgent matters were always important, He Yurou nodded and said nothing more. When they reached Qingshan Road, she got out of the car; He Zheyun didn’t pause for a second before turning the car around and speeding away.