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The two of them started tidying up and building relationships as soon as they arrived yesterday, clearly overjoyed. No one informed anyone about Yu Songyu's situation, nor did anyone seek help or rescue. Wasn't this a blatant display of Sima Zhao's intentions, known to all?
Their actions were no different from premeditated murder. Who would have thought that these seemingly decent young women could be so malicious? It was truly terrifying.
The Zhiqing whispered among themselves, their gazes toward Wang Xiuli and Zhang Cuiying turning wary. Just yesterday, due to a bit of charm, they were adored by the Male Educated Youths; today, they had become like rats scorned in the street.
Wang Xiuli and Zhang Cuiying felt the burning stares of everyone and were utterly humiliated, rushing into the house. Yang Qinghe had sensed something was off yesterday, and today his suspicions were confirmed. He had just been startled by Yu Songyu; it seemed she had been rather lenient.
"Yu Zhiqing, where are you?" Yang Qinghe had wanted to ask yesterday.
They had been secretly discarded by those two!
Yu Songyu, having lost her earlier bravado, said pitifully that she understood how being weak made one more likely to elicit sympathy from others. Sure enough, the Zhiqing nearby became even more indignant.
These two women were truly vicious; how could they do such cruel things to their comrades? Knowing someone’s face but not their heart—yesterday he thought they were easy to get along with.
Indeed, how could such people mingle among comrades? They were simply a cancer!
"Yu Zhiqing, my quilt is thick; if you don’t mind, you can sleep with me tonight!" said a girl who wanted to sleep with Yu Songyu. Her voice was rough, and she looked boyish with dark skin—clearly someone used to hard labor.
The Male Educated Youths around them listened and were envious, wishing they could transform into girls themselves.
"Yu Zhiqing, I’ll ask around in my village later; maybe the locals have some leftover cotton. We can buy some or pay them to help make a quilt—it’s an easy fix!" the Female Educated Youths chimed in with suggestions.
Yu Songyu smiled at the two girls speaking and hadn’t even opened her mouth when another Male Educated Youth said, "Yu Zhiqing, my brother sent me canned food that I didn’t dare eat; I’ll bring it to you!" He dashed off before Yu Songyu could respond.
"If you don’t want to stay here, I can talk to Aunt Wang about letting you stay with her. Aunt Wang said she feels a connection with you; she’d be very happy if you stayed there—don’t worry about it!"
Yang Qinghe's tone was gentle yet firm. He believed that Yu Songyu would prefer not to see those two troublesome women, so he suggested a strategy: out of sight, out of mind.
Yu Songyu thought for a moment. Living in the Zhiqing collective dormitory was indeed inconvenient. For one, she really didn't want to share a room with those two troublesome women. Moreover, if she wanted to see Bai Jie, it would be quite inconvenient as well. Having a private room would be much better.
"Comrade Yang, I would like to stay with Aunt Wang. Could you please help me with that?"
"Of course!"
"And thank you!"
Yang Qinghe had saved her after all, so it was only right to express her gratitude.
The man felt warmth in his heart. He didn't really need her to say thank you. For some reason, ever since he first laid eyes on her, he had wanted to get closer to her, to help her, and to protect her. However, at that moment, Yang Qinghe didn't fully understand these feelings; he attributed them to a protective instinct towards the weak.
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