Song Lejin quickly changed his clothes and came out. The clothes were his size and fit him perfectly.
Seeing Song Lejin emerge, Lin Sui stepped forward to take his dirty clothes and threw them into the trash.
Song Lejin thanked him and then said to Shen Yuqing, “How much do the clothes cost? I’ll transfer the money to you.”
“No need,” Lin Sui said. “I’ll cover it for Yuqing.”
Shen Yuqing didn’t say anything more, just nodded. Then he heard Lin Sui add, “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely make Song Wangzhuo apologize to you.”
Shen Yuqing frowned. So Lin Sui hadn’t listened to a single word he’d said earlier.
Song Lejin waved it off. “It’s fine, he didn’t mean it. Besides, I’ve already changed. Really, Brother Asui, it’s no big deal.”
He kept smiling brightly, while Lin Sui’s expression remained sour, as if someone owed him millions.
Given Lin Sui’s temperament, he would undoubtedly confront Song Wangzhuo later.
Tsk, what a headache.
Song Lejin and Lin Sui walked ahead, while Shen Yuqing trailed behind alone. If Lin Sui took action, this matter wouldn’t end easily.
Song Wangzhuo would probably suffer again, and if he did, his corruption value would surely skyrocket.
It was a vicious cycle.
He had to think of a way to stop it.
Shen Yuqing parted ways with Lin Sui and decided to return to the classroom for a short nap. There was no point going home at this hour.
When he entered the classroom, only a few students were present. Since afternoon classes started late, most people chose to relax after lunch and return just before the next session.
Shen Yuqing’s sharp eyes immediately spotted Song Wangzhuo slumped over his desk, still sitting in the same spot as that morning.
Hesitating for a moment, Shen Yuqing walked over and took a seat in the last row.
The moment he sat down, another plot point arrived—this time, involving Song Wangzhuo.
[In the bar, Song Wangzhuo was cornered by Lin Sui at the stairwell. Lin Sui toyed with Song Wangzhuo’s name pin, his voice dripping with malice. “Top student, trying to deliver drinks?”
He lifted his long leg, planting his shoe against the opposite railing, then placed Song Wangzhuo’s pin on his serving tray. With a smirk, he said, “Crawl under, and I’ll let you pass.”]
Now Shen Yuqing understood what it meant for a short scene to carry massive consequences.
Previous torment had been physical, but this time, it was a direct assault on dignity.
Shen Yuqing couldn’t even imagine how much this would push Song Wangzhuo’s corruption. Would he snap and retaliate violently?
A headache pulsed behind Shen Yuqing’s temples. Worse, the brief scene didn’t include him or clarify how the confrontation would unfold.
More importantly, in his view, Song Lejin bore most of the blame for the earlier incident.
Lin Sui, that lovesick fool.
He really wanted to curse.
But another question occurred to Shen Yuqing: [Check when Song Lejin found out he wasn’t the Song family’s biological child.]
After a long pause, the system answered: [The novel states Song Lejin overheard the Song parents talking in the study.]
[When did the Song parents have that conversation?]
[Close to when Song Wangzhuo was recognized and brought back into the family.]
Even after Song Wangzhuo’s return, Song Lejin remained the beloved Omega of the Song family—after all, raising one more child was nothing to a family of their means.
Although Song Wangzhuo was biologically related, having never met his family before, there was inevitably some estrangement between him and the Song family. This led to him later resorting to rather forceful means to claim what was rightfully his.
Shen Yuqing pursed his lips. Judging by the timeline, it was likely happening today.
He let his arms hang naturally, hunched his back slightly, rested his chin on the desk, and closed his eyes.
Seemed like another late night homecoming today.
After the first afternoon class, Shen Yuqing indeed received a message from Lin Sui, asking if he wanted to go to a bar that evening—the very bar where Song Wangzhuo worked part-time.
Glancing at Song Wangzhuo’s back in front of him, Shen Yuqing raised an eyebrow slightly and agreed.
When the last class ended in the afternoon, Shen Yuqing watched as Song Wangzhuo swiftly packed up and left, clearly in a hurry to get to work.
Shen Yuqing took his time gathering his things, remembering to text Xiao Zhao about coming home late, before finally leaving the classroom.
Lin Sui had to pick up Song Lejin first—they were going to the bar together. Shen Yuqing didn’t mind and decided to grab a bite to eat on his own. After a satisfying meal, he leisurely made his way to the bar.
Song Wangzhuo’s work schedule was already ingrained in Shen Yuqing’s mind, thanks to the system, so he wasn’t worried about arriving late. After all, Song Wangzhuo wouldn’t start until after 7:30 p.m.
He was probably at home changing by now.
Shen Yuqing strolled unhurriedly to the bar entrance. Lin Sui and Song Lejin hadn’t arrived yet, so he went in alone, ordered a drink, and settled into a corner booth on the second floor.
From his vantage point, the bar was still quiet at this hour. The stage below was set up with some equipment, suggesting there might be an event later that night.
Lacking enthusiasm, Shen Yuqing curled up on the comfortable sofa and started playing games on his phone.
After several rounds, Lin Sui and Song Lejin finally arrived, fashionably late.
Shen Yuqing put away his phone, and Song Lejin immediately apologized, “Sorry for making you wait so long, Yuqing.” Then she muttered under her breath, “Should’ve skipped that restaurant.”
Lin Sui, however, waved it off. “We’re here to unwind—doesn’t matter if we’re early or late.”
The two sat down across from Shen Yuqing, who asked, “Just the three of us?”
Normally, Lin Sui would have an entourage in tow.
Lin Sui replied, “I invited others—they’ll come later.”
Shen Yuqing gave a slow nod, but his attention was suddenly caught by a familiar figure entering the backstage area downstairs.
Song Wangzhuo had arrived.
Shen Yuqing checked the time—7:15 p.m.
Neither Lin Sui nor Song Lejin seemed to have noticed Song Wangzhuo, which was just as well.
Shen Yuqing stood up. “Gonna hit the restroom. You two go ahead.”
Though there was a restroom on the second floor, Shen Yuqing headed downstairs—his real target was Song Wangzhuo.
Following the system’s directions, he weaved through the sparse crowd and made his way backstage.
But once there, hesitation set in.
He wasn’t sure how to approach this.
In Song Wangzhuo’s eyes, he was aligned with Lin Sui. And showing up to warn him out of the blue would seem bizarre.
After a moment’s thought, Shen Yuqing turned to leave. Better to play it by ear later.
He had barely taken two steps when he overheard a conversation.
“Song Wangzhuo, I’m sorry.” Huh?
Shen Yuqing glanced toward the black curtains. Though he couldn’t see anyone, the voices inside were clear.
“It was wrong of me to be jealous of you. Since you’re on good terms with Young Master Shen, could you ask him to let me off the hook? I swear I’ll never dare again.” Ha.
If I’m not mistaken, this “Mr. Shen” must be him.
Shen Yuqing quietly moved a little closer. The person apologizing continued, “Young Master Wang has already given me an ultimatum. If I can’t get Young Master Shen’s forgiveness, I’ll definitely suffer terribly. I’m truly at my wits’ end.”
Shen Yuqing suddenly remembered—he had indeed mentioned to Lin Sui in passing to handle this matter. But afterward, with Pei Yiyan’s incident, he had completely forgotten about it and never asked Lin Sui how he dealt with it.
Now, hearing this person’s words, it was clear Lin Sui hadn’t let that Wang guy off the hook. Tsk.
Aside from being a bit of a lovesick fool at times, Lin Sui was usually quite reliable in handling things.
Shen Yuqing waited for a long time but heard no response from the other person. Could it be that Song Wangzhuo wasn’t there, or was this a phone call?
He lingered a little longer, but no further sounds came. Just as he pursed his lips and prepared to leave, a cold voice finally spoke again from behind the curtain.
“What does this have to do with me?”
