The little incident at the wedding did not alarm the adults at first, but Xiao Xing still found out about it later because Yang Lele kept making a lot of noise and what the Yang family said was really disgusting.
Twenty years ago, Xiao Xing and his ex-wife had a business marriage, and they later divorced peacefully. Now they have both started their own families and have no grudges against each other.
In recent years, the industries under the Yang family have been declining, while the Xiao family has been thriving. As a result, the gap between them has gradually widened. In the past, for Xiao Yan's sake and the friendship of the previous generation, Xiao Xing would take on any project that could be brought to the Yang family.
Perhaps his easy-going nature gave the other party a false impression. Not long ago, Xiao Yan's uncle had a funny idea. He insisted on introducing his wife's sister to Xiao Xing in order to strengthen the relationship. After being rejected, he seemed to be dissatisfied.
Today is probably the time when their dissatisfaction has reached its peak.
After listening to this, Xiao Xing did not disturb others. He gave a few instructions to his assistant, and the assistant left immediately.
"What's wrong?" Su Wanting took a sip of wine and asked him in a low voice.
Xiao Xingyi whispered: "It's okay."
On the other side, the three members of the Yang family, who were invited by the assistant on the pretext of "Mr. Xiao invited them", thought that it was Xiao Xing and his son who were waiting for them. However, they found themselves being taken out of the hotel. When they looked back, the young assistant was nowhere to be seen behind them, and only a few tall bodyguards were guarding outside the venue, preventing anyone from entering at will.
The Yang family members then realized that they had been tricked and started cursing without caring about their image at all. They took out their cell phones and called Xiao Xing, but when they found that the call was not going through, they called Xiao Yan.
"Xiao Yan, your dad treated your uncle like this, and you just watched? I am your biological uncle! Think about it, when you were a kid, you had a fever and your parents were not around. Was it your uncle who carried you to the hospital? Now that you have grown up and don't need your uncle anymore, you just watched your dad treat me like this?!"
As soon as Xiao Yan picked up the phone, the other end started talking nonstop. Before he could open his mouth, his aunt started talking again.
"Xiao Yan, don't blame your aunt for speaking harshly. I think your father has been bewitched. Otherwise, why would he not marry a good girl, but a woman who has given birth to a child who is still in her teens? They say that if there is a stepmother, there will be a stepfather. Your aunt is really worried about you. I heard from Lele that that burden is not an easy person to deal with either. Xiao Yan, you really have to be careful. The women in this family are very powerful. The older ones bewitched the older ones, and the younger ones bewitched the younger ones. Be careful that one day your family will all become surnamed Su."
Xiao Yan listened to everything with a blank expression.
Han Lu brought two drinks and waited until he hung up before asking, "Are your uncle and aunt playing double duty again? I really admire them. They sent you to the hospital when you were a child, and they treated it as a life-saving favor and talked about it hundreds of times."
Xiao Yan took a sip of his drink and said nothing.
Seeing him like this, Han Lu scratched his cheek. Actually, there was something he had been holding in his heart for a long time, but due to his strong desire to survive, he never said it out loud.
He always felt that although Xiao Yan looked cool and cold, he actually lacked love.
Put yourself in his shoes. If he became Xiao Yan, his parents would be busy with their careers when he was born and leave him to be taken care of by a nanny. When he was sick, he would only have an unreliable uncle by his side. When his personality was almost formed, his parents would divorce and he would live with his grandparents. He might lack love even more than Xiao Yan.
Come to think of it, his own parents, apart from the occasional mixed doubles match, could be considered model parents.
But even those who are in need of love know that it is better to be without love than to be with the wrong person. People like Uncle Xiao Yan, who take away a little of the past affection and squeeze out all the returns, will eventually turn their love sour.
Han Lu thought that if Xiao Yan had listened to his uncle's phone call five years ago, he would definitely have been instigated and gone to his father to reason.
Now? Not even a hint of emotion on his face.
He took a full gulp of the drink, his cheeks bulged out, his eyes rolled around the room, and he swallowed it with a gulp, poking Xiao Yan with his elbow repeatedly: "Look, your sister has a sweet smile!"
Xiao Yan looked over there.
Su Yi was carrying some food and sharing it with Old Lady Qu. The two of them were talking about something, but both were smiling brightly.
Han Lu whistled, "I heard she's going to transfer to our school? She's in the first year of high school, right? She'll definitely be the class beauty. If she dresses up and wears a short skirt, she might even be the campus beauty."
Xiao Yan was originally looking over there, but when he heard this, he turned around with a warning in his eyes, "What did you say?"
Han Lu quickly raised his hands in surrender and said with an apologetic smile: "I was wrong, I was wrong. She is your sister. She doesn't wear short skirts and doesn't let people criticize her. I will definitely remember this now."
I couldn't help but mutter in my heart, he has only been a brother for a few days, but he has such a strong desire to protect his sister. It's amazing for people to have a sister. Brother, do you know German orthopedics
When the wedding was finally over, Sue was very satisfied with the meal.
There is only one day left in the short holiday and classes are about to start. Xiao Xing asked his assistant to handle Su Yi's transfer procedures.
Before leaving, Assistant Xu came to Su Yi and asked her if she had anything to convey.
Su Yi handed him a stack of test papers and exercises, "This is my holiday homework, please give it to the teacher."
"..." Assistant Xu left with mixed feelings.
Since then, there has been a legend in the high school of Haiwan Town. Whenever a student makes excuses for not doing his homework, the subject teacher will be furious and say, "I once taught a student who was about to transfer to another school, but he still finished his eleven-day homework and handed it to me. This is the attitude a student should have. Look at you! Look at you!"
So, the poor students now have one more target to secretly poke fun at.
On the first day after the holiday, Su Yi went out with her bag on her back, and it was Assistant Xu who handled the admission procedures for her again.
The scale and facilities of the new school are incomparable to the previous high school Suyi attended.
This is a private school with strong funding and teaching staff. There are not only ordinary students from wealthy or noble families, but also top students that the school has spent a lot of money to recruit. If you can meet both conditions, even the teachers will praise you in the school. If you can't meet both conditions, you will probably have a hard time making any progress in the school.
Su Yi in the original book is in the latter situation. Although he entered this school with the help of the Xiao family, he lacked confidence, his academic performance was not up to par for the time being, and he could not integrate into any group.
Assistant Xu had a very good impression of Su Yi. After all, she was fair-skinned and well-behaved, and she studied diligently. After completing the formalities, he took out his business card and gave it to her, telling her to call him anytime if she had any questions. Then he followed the teacher to send her out of the classroom.
The bell for class had just rung, but the classroom was still noisy. Only when the teacher entered the classroom did the people stop fighting and sit lazily in their seats.
The teacher asked Sue to introduce herself.
Su Yi cleared her throat and said, "Good morning, everyone. My name is Su Yi, Su as in wake up, Yi as in Yi Ren. Please give me your guidance in the future."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the audience started to make a noise:
"Is that all?"
"What's your cell phone number?"
"Leave a QQ number."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
The teacher knocked on the table several times before everyone quieted down. "Student Su Yi will be a member of our class from now on. Everyone should get along well. Okay, take out your books and prepare to start class. You can ask other questions after class."
As she spoke, she walked around the classroom and pointed to the first group of seats near the corridor window for Su Yi. "You can sit there first. If you can't see the blackboard clearly, you can adjust it later."
The entire classroom was filled with single desks, so there was no problem of sitting next to each other. Su Yi walked to the seat and sat down, but found that there were a lot of things in the drawer, but they were all unimportant, such as exercise books, half-used draft books, and a few pens. It seemed that the last person who sat here did not have time to clean up and left in a hurry.
She put these things aside, took out her textbook and pen and started listening to the class.
There is not much difference between classrooms in big cities and those in small towns. In non-elite classes like this, the teacher is writing furiously while students are taking notes, playing with their phones, or sleeping. It’s just that students are more blatant and the teacher is more likely to turn a blind eye.
But then again, the teachers here are really capable, at least their Mandarin is very standard. Su Yi once met an old teacher who started speaking in dialect and telling stories during class. Of course, she also found it very interesting.
During the break of the first class, the group leader came down to collect the homework. The homework book that Su Yixin received was brand new, so it was naturally skipped.
The guy at the table behind her had been sleeping since morning. Now that he was woken up, he threw a few notebooks on Su Yi's desk with an impatient look on his face, "Ask him for it in the afternoon!"
Someone in the back row immediately laughed and patted his shoulder exaggeratedly: "Sleepyhead, wake up! The person sitting in front of you has changed!"
"That's right, that Zhang something or other was scared into transferring to another school by you, Brother Hang!"
"If you continue to be so fierce, be careful not to scare away the female classmates."
The so-called sleep god shook off the hand on his back and stretched with difficulty. Then he lazily opened his eyes and stared at Su Yi. He said bluntly: "Hey, since you are sitting in this seat, you will help me with my homework from now on."
Su Yi looked at him curiously, "Did the person who sat here before always help you with your homework?"
"Of course."
Sue asked again, "Why?"
"Why?" The other party seemed to find it very funny and repeated it, suddenly stretching out a fist, the wind from the fist almost brushing the tip of Su Yi's nose, "Of course because my fist is harder than his."
Su Yi stepped back, lowered his eyelids and nodded, "So that's how it is."
Maotuan asked her in his mind: "Yiyi, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." Su Yi answered it. She just thought that humans would be more civilized. After all, the ones she met before were just talking nonsense. It turned out that like the demons, they sometimes spoke with strength, and the strong dominated the weak.
Seeing that she was frightened, Liang Hang curled his lips smugly and was about to withdraw his hand, but he saw the other party slowly stretched out two thin white fingers and lightly touched his fist, like a feather falling to the ground, which made him sweat on his forehead instantly. He had to hold it back to avoid crying out in pain.
He stared at Su Yi in disbelief as if she were a monster.
Su Yi withdrew her hand and smiled shyly: "Sorry, it's been too long since I last used force, so I can't control my strength well."
She spoke softly, and only Liang Hang heard it. The others thought they were whispering to each other, but in fact Liang Hang was still in so much pain that he didn't dare to speak.
Su Yi added: "Regarding the homework, let's go to the rooftop to talk about it during lunch break."
Liang Hang shook his head repeatedly, thinking that he was blind and had offended this powerful woman who appeared out of nowhere. He even had to go to the rooftop. What was he going there for? To beat him up
He's not stupid! Pah! He doesn't fight with women!
Su Yi glanced at his fist, and Liang Hang's head got stuck halfway through shaking. The place where he was touched just now was now burning with pain. He choked for a long time before taking a deep breath: "Go, go to the rooftop!"
The onlookers saw them playing dumb, and suddenly they talked about going to the rooftop. Everyone was confused, and some even joked with Liang Hang: "Sleepy God, you're amazing, you made an appointment to go to the rooftop in no time."
"Swishing, so fast."
Liang Hang ignored her and lay on the table pretending to sleep. In fact, if it weren't for the pain in his hand, he still couldn't believe that he was pinched to the ground by a little girl with just two fingers.
After he fell into a drowsy sleep and woke up to find that his hand no longer hurt, he began to doubt whether the previous pain was just an illusion.
It was driven by this suspicion that he tried to attack Sui again after going up to the rooftop, and this time he was pinched until tears came out of his eyes.
Su Yi half-knelt down and watched him trying to blink back his tears. "Did you beat people until they cried and forced them to do their homework for you before?"
"Bullshit!" Liang Hang's face turned red with pain. "He's so small that I can knock him down with just one finger. What's the point of fighting him? I've never beaten him before!"
"Didn't you say your fist is harder than his?"
"Is there a need to compare? I can tell at a glance!" He said as he glanced at Su Yi's figure with resentment.
Su Yi could only smile again: "My strength is a little greater than that of ordinary people."
It's not just a little bit! He almost doesn't recognize the word a little bit!
The two talked about irrelevant things for a long time before Su Yi realized that Liang Hang and his predecessor's former desk mate had a barely mutually beneficial relationship.
One helps the other with homework and dealing with the teacher, while the other protects him so that he doesn't get left alone or excluded.
No one expected that the person in charge of doing the homework slipped away quietly, leaving Liang Hang to Su Yi.
Liang Hang didn't dare to mention doing homework anymore. He would rather not hand in his homework and be criticized by the teacher than be pinched by this super strong woman again.
He didn't mention it, but Su Yi didn't forget it. "Didn't your kindergarten teacher teach you? Do your own things."
Treat him like a three-year-old child! Liang Hang rolled his eyes secretly.
"I feel like if I don't help you, you'll definitely ask someone else to do your homework for you again, right?"
Of course!
"But I think you should still do your own homework."
"Not even a single one!" Liang Hang said stubbornly, stiffening his neck.
"So I'll help you." Su Yi counted on her fingers, "You can't go after school in the afternoon, so take a lunch break. You have two hours to rest, so take out an hour and a half and I'll help you with your homework."
Liang Hang looked at her as if she were a monster again, "You're helping me with my homework? Are you crazy or am I crazy?"
"You're not crazy, and neither am I." Su Yi said good-temperedly.
"You're not crazy, why are you helping me for no reason? Is your motherly love overflowing?"
Sue said, "It's not for no reason. I have to collect money. By the way, how much pocket money do you get a week?"
Liang Hang suddenly sneered, "So you want money? You should have said so earlier. How much? Do you accept Alipay?"
“I don’t have Alipay.”
Liang Hang said impatiently: "WeChat, bank card, both are fine."
Sue shook her head, "I don't have any."
Liang Hang stared at her. "Where on earth did you come from? Do you know how to keep up with the times?"
"High school students are not allowed to bring cell phones. Isn't it normal for me not to have a cell phone? Also, you will have to pay me for my homework help. Today hasn't even started yet."
Liang Hang didn't say anything. He looked at her for a long time and asked again, "Are you serious?"
Su Yi nodded vigorously, "Of course it's true."
"What if I don't agree?"
She spread her hands helplessly, "That can be helped. Even if the deal doesn't work out, there's still friendship. We're still classmates. If you need help with anything in the future, just tell me. It's best not to force others."
Liang Hang was silent for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking about, and suddenly gritted his teeth, "Okay, I agree!"
"Really?" Su Yi was delighted. "You are my first business, so I will give you a 20% discount. But I have rules. I will tutor you at the designated time every day. You are not allowed to be late or leave early. You must have a valid reason to ask for leave. You must be present at least four days out of five days a week. You must complete your homework on the same day. If you violate any of the above rules, there will be corresponding punishments."
Liang Hang regretted it right after he said he agreed. After listening to her listing a bunch of rules, he felt that the person who nodded before must have been possessed by a ghost!
"Wait, wait a minute, is it too late to regret now?"
"It's too late." Su Yi said with a smile, stretching out two fingers and shaking them in front of him, "If you regret halfway, you will receive the most severe punishment, and I will pinch you."
Liang Hangsheng collapsed to the ground in despair.
Su Yi bent the two fingers and turned them into a gesture of counting money, "And the most important thing is that we only accept cash."
"Let a thunder strike me to death..." Liang Hang wailed.