Chapter 49

Chapter 50: Carrying

The days passed swiftly. // //

Zhao Heng did not take the Qing Gang's affairs to heart. After all, he did not know what tricks they would play, so he could only deal with them as they came. However, Zhao Heng was confident he could severely damage any attackers. Besides, he had a trump card that he had never used before, in addition to the support of the First Floor.

Therefore, he was very relaxed, and when Qiao Fatty and Song Qingguan saw this, they also put aside their worries.

Living together, the psychological pressure was always significant.

The three of them returned to a peaceful life, moving between the classroom, cafeteria, and dormitory in a straight line, firmly refusing to leave the campus of Huada University. Zhao Heng also changed his long-distance running to within the school to avoid potential dangers. Although Zhang Ningyan had intimidated Song Qingguan at the bar and had not come back to negotiate, everything became eerily calm.

But the three of them knew this was the calm before the storm. Even the fearless Qiao Yuncai became more restrained. Zhao Heng followed his routine, attending classes and healing at the school. In his free time, he taught Qiao Yuncai and Song Qingguan martial arts, and occasionally chatted with Du Ziyi, whom he would bump into intentionally or unintentionally.

Despite Ding Lingling's growing resentment, Zhao Heng was fulfilling his promise at the water bar.

"Hey, Zhao Heng, good morning!"

It was a refreshing morning, and Zhao Heng was jogging leisurely on the campus soccer field when he suddenly heard Du Ziyi's voice behind him. Turning his head, he saw Du Ziyi, wearing a short top and shorts with her long hair tied up, looking clean and neat. However, her long, shapely legs still made Zhao Heng dizzy.

"Why are you at school?"

In their past conversations, Zhao Heng knew that Du Ziyi almost always went home and was only escorted to school by bodyguards when it was time for class. So, seeing her so early was surprising, especially since there were no classes that morning. Du Ziyi, with a radiant smile, quickened her pace to run beside Zhao Heng: "I'm staying at school!"

Zhao Heng slightly slowed down to accommodate the girl and then heard Du Ziyi continue: "I talked to my dad the day before yesterday. The daily commute between home and school is too tiring. It's better to stay at school from Monday to Friday and go home on weekends. Besides, my parents are often on business trips and not in Huahai recently."

"After pestering him for a while, he agreed and found me a single apartment on campus."

She then explained why she was on the soccer field: "I used to like running abroad, but after returning to Huahai, I was constrained by various reasons. For safety, I rarely ran alone, and a bunch of bodyguards would follow me after a few laps. Today, I'm free, so I came to the field for morning exercise. I didn't expect to run into you."

Zhao Heng nodded in understanding: "Staying at school is good. We can see each other more often."

"Sure!"

Du Ziyi also nodded with a smile: "Let's run together."

After saying that, she ran a few steps ahead, calling for Zhao Heng to catch up. Zhao Heng smiled and followed, and the two of them jogged leisurely in the morning breeze, occasionally chatting, creating a scene that made many early-rising students exclaim, "What a perfect couple!"

However, seeing the boy beside Du Ziyi was not Ding San but Zhao Heng, who was fearless of street violence, many people added a touch of sarcasm to their hearts. Zhao Heng, however, was completely unafraid of others' gazes, just as he had promised Du Ziyi at the water bar: as long as she liked it, he would dare to know and interact with her.

As for falling in love, that was still too far away.

The red sun slanted from the east, enveloping Du Ziyi in its light. Her tender, slightly flushed face, her eyes like dew-drenched, and her slightly bashful lashes all painted a picture of the most heart-stirring scene on the morning of Huahai University.

Many people pointed and whispered, but it only made the two of them walk closer.

"Sure!"

After running more than 600 meters, Du Ziyi suddenly stepped on a stone, feeling an unbearable pain in her foot. She swayed slightly, about to fall onto the grass. Zhao Heng quickly caught her and asked with concern: "Ziyi, what's wrong? Did you sprain your ankle?"

Du Ziyi tried to stand up but let out another painful groan. She nodded, her lips trembling, unable to speak due to the pain. Zhao Heng helped her walk to the steps beside the track and sat down, then examined her injury: "You sprained it. Shall I rub it for you?"

The intimate action made Zhao Heng ask, and Du Ziyi nodded without hesitation.

Zhao Heng had no ulterior motives, took off her left handmade cloth shoe, and placed it beside him. He then lifted her delicate ankle and placed it on his thigh, gently massaging it. "Ouch!" Another painful groan echoed as Zhao Heng's movements aggravated the pain in Du Ziyi's foot.

"It's okay, just bear with it for a moment."

Zhao Heng smiled warmly at Du Ziyi, giving her strength. He also pulled down her sock halfway to better treat her. His fingers moved back and forth on her foot, and the elasticity of her young, vibrant ankle was evident. Zhao Heng was now in close contact with her attractive legs.

Zhao Heng held Du Ziyi's ankle, massaging the muscle areas, and the heat from his fingertips seeped into her injured foot. Du Ziyi felt a warm sensation spreading from her foot through her skin to her entire body, making her feel very comfortable.

The pain in her foot was significantly reduced.

"Done!"

Zhao Heng stopped when Du Ziyi's expression eased, having helped her relieve the pain and control the injury: "Your sprain isn't too severe. Just stay in bed for two days, and you'll be fine. But don't move around randomly during these two days. I suggest you go home to rest or see a doctor."

Although he had learned some medical skills from Uncle Feng, Zhao Heng never overestimated himself. He gave the girl advice while helping her put on her socks and shoes. Du Ziyi looked down at the strong, yet gentle, figure and felt a wave of emotion, her words uncontrollable:

"How about you take care of me for two days?"

"Sure!"

Zhao Heng paused for a moment, then replied cheerfully: "I'll carry you back to the apartment first."

Du Ziyi's smile bloomed as she opened her arms without hesitation, a rare display of spontaneity for her. She leaned forward, lying on Zhao Heng's broad back. Zhao Heng placed his hands on her thighs, and the two of them slowly moved forward amidst numerous exclamations, heading towards the special dormitory for international students at Huada University.

Along the way, countless students and couples were surprised, but many felt a sense of warmth. Ignoring the factors of social status and jealousy, they had to admit that a man carrying a woman down a long campus path was a touching and memorable scene.

Qiao Yuncai, who had gotten up to go to the bathroom, caught sight of the two and couldn't help but cheer. His pig-like scream almost made Song Qingguan fall out of bed. He then stood on the balcony, still half-asleep, to watch. Ding Lingling, who had rushed over, was furious and wanted to rush forward to scold Zhao Heng for poaching.

But she was held back by Ding San: "Don't go, it will be embarrassing."

"Brother, that's your woman."

Ding Lingling's graceful figure, highlighted by the sunlight, looked even more alluring, like a peacock spreading its feathers. She stomped her foot and shouted at Ding San, her face showing frustration: "She's your future wife! Are you still talking about manners and grace at this moment? Ziyi is about to run off with someone else, and you're still talking about class?"

Ding San watched the gradually receding figures, his lips trembling several times to suppress his anger, but he eventually calmed down, maintaining a perfect demeanor: "Lingling, if an outstanding but poor man fell in love with you, or if you fell in love with a poor man, would you be with him?"

"No, because he can't support me."

Ding Lingling, under her brother's calm influence, controlled her temper and explained, biting her lip: "Love does not equal marriage, and being outstanding does not mean a bright future. Although it's harsh and painful, everyone has to admit this is reality, especially in Huahai, where power and money are the foundation."

"Isn't that right?"

Ding San, with his hands behind his back, a glint in his eyes: "So Du Ziyi won't be with Zhao Heng. They are getting along now because Zhao Heng, the poor man, gives her a different feeling. After all, after eating too much gourmet food, seeing a simple dish can be interesting, but that's all."

"In a few days, Du Ziyi will get tired of it."

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