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Watching Zheng Yicheng's indifferent back, Zheng Mengni felt an overwhelming sense of grievance.
She couldn't understand why it had to be this way. Why should her efforts be ignored, why should they go unnoticed? Did talent really matter that much? Why could those who worked far less than she did easily achieve the ranks she longed for? It was so unfair.
Zheng Mengni's head throbbed painfully, and she eventually collapsed onto her desk, falling asleep. Recently, she had been plagued by nightmares, and once again, she found herself trapped in a nightmare.
"This is all predetermined; it cannot be changed."
"Sorry, every character must follow the fate laid out for them; hard work alone cannot alter it."
In her dream, someone kept talking, and Zheng Mengni desperately wanted to shout back in protest; she completely disagreed with this theory. She chased after the voice, shouting from behind that it was unfair. She refused to accept it. She didn’t want to listen.
No matter how hard she tried to catch up, she couldn't reach it. Frustrated, she covered her ears to block out such absurd words that disgusted and disturbed her.
Then she woke up.
Zheng Mengni frowned slightly, resting her forehead in thought. Since Zheng Yicheng was disappointed, she would show him her results. This was just the beginning; others might think her scores weren't impressive. But Zheng Mengni knew in her heart that she had made a good start.
As long as she was satisfied with her achievements, that was enough for her. Zheng Mengni believed there was still plenty of room for improvement as long as she continued to work hard. Before that, however, she desperately needed an outlet to vent the emotions that were driving her to the brink of collapse.
Zheng Mengni called Gao Lei, who usually answered immediately, never allowing the phone to ring even once. This was his respect for her, and also because he was so eager to receive her calls that he remained highly focused, waiting by his phone at all times. However, this time the phone rang for quite a while before he finally picked up.
Zheng Mengni was unaware of Gao Lei's thoughts, so the delay in answering didn't matter to her. Although she was feeling quite annoyed at the moment, she still spoke softly, "Gao Lei, are you free today?"
"Yes, I am," he replied, his breath heavy.
"Good. Come to the hotel to find me. I've given you the room card; just come right in."
After a long silence, Zheng Mengni quietly asked, "Is it inconvenient?"
"It's convenient. I'll be there soon."
Once the call ended, the foot that had been pressing down on Gao Lei's fingers slowly lifted away. One of his fingers was missing, and blood flowed freely from the wound. He lay on the ground, battered and bruised, feeling utterly humiliated.
Gao Lei struggled to lift his heavy eyelids and saw Tan Yan standing before him, pristine and composed, looking down at him with a gentle smile in her eyes.
"She's not foolish. If your recent actions had raised her suspicions, I can't guarantee what might happen next."
Gao Lei had never felt such fear before. It wasn't the man with a serpent's heart before him that terrified him; it was the thought of Zheng Mengni never wanting him again.
He had never considered betrayal. It was Tan Yan's cruel methods that threatened his family and forced him to reveal everything, including every detail of his interactions with Zheng Mengni.
"It's normal for girls to seek excitement," Tan Yan said with a silent smile. "But you—before getting involved with someone, how could you forget to weigh your own worth?"
As Tan Yan spoke, a servant knelt at his feet, meticulously cleaning the blood from his shoes.
"Don't touch what you shouldn't. Losing a finger is a lesson for you. From now on, don't appear in front of her."
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