Chapter 41

Chapter 42: The Obsessive Person

Peking University was founded in 1898, initially known as the Imperial University of Peking. It is China's first national university and the first officially established university in modern Chinese history. Its establishment marked the beginning of modern higher education in China and led to the creation of the earliest modern education systems in Chinese educational history—the Ren Yin Education System and the Gui Mao Education System.

Over a century, Peking University has nurtured countless talents. Notable alumni include Qian Sanqiang, the father of China's atomic energy; Deng Jiaxian, the "Two Bombs, One Satellite" hero; Tang Jiaxuan and Li Zhaoxing, former foreign ministers. Graduates of Peking University are found in all sectors of Chinese politics, law, and finance. Under this halo of achievements, Peking University is undoubtedly the most comprehensive and powerful university in China.

"Yingying, where have you been for the past two months? Why didn't you tell me? I've been so worried about you. And why haven't you been answering my calls?" A young man, handsome and dressed in a black Armani suit, held 99 extremely rare black roses and smiled as he stopped a woman with the grace of a lily at the entrance of Peking University.

The woman stopped in surprise, gazed at the rare black roses, and gently sniffed them, the fragrance deeply captivating.

"Yingying, these are black roses I specially air-freighted from California. Only such unique black roses can match our Peking University talent," the young man said earnestly.

"Zhang Han, thank you for the flowers. But I still have to say, we are not suitable for each other. Please don't waste your time and money on me," the woman said, taking the 99 black roses and walking around the young man into the Peking University campus.

Actually, the woman did not want to accept the flowers, but knowing the man's obsessive nature, she understood that if she refused, he might send 188 roses the next day. To avoid the heavy burden on her heart, she had to accept them.

"Yingying, I'll come to see you again tomorrow," the man named Zhang Han said, undeterred. He smiled, turned around, and got into his car. As the Peking University students watched in amazement, the car sped away, leaving a trail of thick smoke.

Those who love cars and frequently attend auto shows would recognize that the young man was driving a BMW Z8, priced at 2.1 million yuan. While a 2.1 million yuan car might be considered a top-tier vehicle in other medium and small cities, it was nothing special in Beijing. What was truly astonishing was that this car had only appeared at the 2000 Geneva International Auto Show, yet the young man already owned it.

The significance behind this was even greater than the car itself.

"Hey, Liu Yingying!" A girl with a ponytail, a heart-shaped face, and two adorable dimples jumped out from the side, snatched the black roses, and took a deep sniff.

"Hey, Liu Yingying, Young Master Zhang sent you flowers again. Tsk, tsk, tsk, black roses, such a rare variety!" the dimpled girl said enviously.

"Take them if you like," Liu Yingying said indifferently.

"No, if Young Master Zhang's flowers end up in my vase and he finds out, I won't be able to handle it," the dimpled girl quickly returned the flowers to Liu Yingying.

Taking the flowers, Liu Yingying felt a tinge of melancholy, troubled by how to deal with Zhang Han.

Liu Yingying was not clear about Zhang Han's background, but it was said that his father was a high-ranking government official and his mother ran a trading company. The exact amount of their wealth was unknown, but it was certainly of the type that could never be spent. Zhang Han himself, in terms of appearance, knowledge, and demeanor, was top-notch. However, Liu Yingying simply did not like him; she had no feelings for him.

When Zhang Han first confessed to Liu Yingying, she had clearly rejected him. But Zhang Han did not give up and had been pursuing her for two years. The cost of just the flowers alone over these two years was at least several hundred thousand yuan, with a different bouquet every day. While Liu Yingying felt a slight sense of pride, she was mostly burdened by the weight of it all.

Perhaps Zhang Han's obsessive nature was the reason Liu Yingying continued to reject him. Liu Yingying herself was also an obsessive person; once she made up her mind, she would not turn back. The thought of two equally obsessive people together was terrifying to her.

While Liu Yingying was troubled about how to reject Zhang Han, at a bus stop in Beijing, a young man and a young woman were engrossed in studying a map of Beijing, trying to figure out how to take the bus.

These two were none other than Lin Feng and Huang Shuqi. Lin Feng, who considered himself a half-Beijinger, had initially planned to take a taxi directly to Peking University after arriving in Beijing with Huang Shuqi. However, Huang Shuqi, who was visiting Beijing for the first time, wanted to take the bus to see the city.

Lin Feng, who had agreed, was taken aback when he stepped out of the train station, as the Beijing he remembered no longer existed. The rapid changes in Beijing in the 21st century left Lin Feng sighing that it wasn't that he didn't understand, but that the world was changing too fast.

However, to save face in front of Huang Shuqi, Lin Feng ignored her suggestion to buy a map and directly boarded a bus. As a result, they spent the entire morning wandering and ended up completely lost. In the end, with Huang Shuqi's giggles, Lin Feng had to buy a map, and the two carefully studied it. Fortunately, this time, Lin Feng and Huang Shuqi only brought a few clothes for her, and they planned to buy anything else they needed in Beijing. Otherwise, with Aunt Huang's insistence on bringing things like water bottles and blankets, they would have been exhausted.

But if that were the case, Lin Feng would have definitely chosen to take a taxi, and there would have been no such drama this morning.

"355 bus, Shuqi, the bus is here, let's go!" Lin Feng pulled Huang Shuqi to board the bus.

Just then, a man in front of Lin Feng, about 185 cm tall, with a very muscular build and wearing camouflage, suddenly collapsed.

"Brother Xiaofeng, what's wrong with him?" Huang Shuqi asked in alarm.

"I don't know, let's go, don't get involved. Someone will take care of it," Lin Feng said, pulling Huang Shuqi to the side.

"Brother Xiaofeng, the teacher said to help others. Helping others is helping yourself," Huang Shuqi said, letting go of Lin Feng's hand and moving to help the man who had collapsed.

"What are you doing?" The man suddenly grabbed Huang Shuqi, his voice weak but his tone sharp.

"It hurts, Brother Xiaofeng, he's hurting me," Huang Shuqi said, her face pale and her voice trembling.

"Hey, let go of her!" Lin Feng tried to pry the man's wrist open, but no matter how hard he tried, the man's wrist was as hard as a rock, immovable.

"Get lost!" The man shouted, releasing Huang Shuqi's hand.

"Shuqi, are you okay?" Lin Feng quickly protected Huang Shuqi and asked with concern.

"Brother Xiaofeng, I'm fine, but he seems to be sick," Huang Shuqi said, pointing to the sweat rolling down the man's forehead.

"Let's go, don't bother him. It's like a dog biting Lü Dongbin, not recognizing a good deed," Lin Feng said, glaring at the man in the camouflage.

"Brother Xiaofeng, but he's a soldier. Don't books say that soldiers are the most adorable people in the world? Shouldn't we ask him if he needs help?" Huang Shuqi said, both afraid and curious.

Lin Feng almost fainted at her words. He didn't know how to refute her, but she was right; most soldiers were not scammers and were generally warm-hearted.

"Brother Xiaofeng, can you ask him if he needs help?" Huang Shuqi said, hiding behind Lin Feng and peeking out.

"Um, soldier brother, is there anything wrong? Do you need our help?" Lin Feng said, standing three steps away from the man, remembering his terrifying strength.

"Sorry, I was wrong. Can you help me get to the hospital? I have acute appendicitis!" The man said, clutching his abdomen and falling to the ground.

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