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Hearing this, Song Guicheng couldn't help but frowned deeply, but Zhongye said nonchalantly: "In fact, it would be better if they didn't resist, and they could suffer less. I really don't understand..."

"Why?"

Zhongye paused and looked up at Song Guicheng, only to find that his face was very cold, as if he was suppressing his anger. Zhongye then remembered that Song Guicheng was also one of those who were bullied by them in the past.

He gave an awkward but flattering smile and said, "To put it bluntly, they have no money and no connections at home. Resisting is tantamount to seeking death. Kneeling down earlier will save them the suffering and they can also get benefits."

Nakano was the one who knelt the fastest, and just as he said, he would not be bullied by anyone except Watanabe, and he could even bully and blackmail others in the name of Watanabe.

People who have neither power nor money have long had their human nature ignored in this world where the worship of both has almost reached a distortion. They have become slaves under the new generation of democracy, where even resistance is wrong.

Misaki Sato and Setsuna Suzuki are bloody examples.

Song Guicheng thought again of the middle-aged man standing alone on the sea, roaring in despair.

Song Guicheng later found out that the man was a self-made businessman, a genius, and held several medical patents. He had a considerable annual income, but compared to Song Yujie, he was still a dwarf.

Song Yujie took a fancy to the patent in his hands and offered to buy it for a very high price, but the man was not willing to do so. He would rather stick to his own piece of land than be swallowed up by a larger group.

He just wanted to do what he wanted to do, and didn't want to be driven or threatened by interests to do things he didn't want to do. So Song Yujie did not let go of this alien who was unwilling to surrender, and the encirclement and suppression against him began.

Everyone was advising him to sell it. He could buy his entire company with such a high price. We all know that you have ideals. Who didn’t have his own persistence when he was young? But you are not young anymore. Why are you still so naive?

Fortunately, his wife and daughter supported him. They understood that once all advanced technologies were gathered in the hands of one interest group, a monopoly would inevitably be formed. It would be almost impossible for ordinary people to enjoy advanced medical care at a relatively reasonable price.

But his wife had died, and the company had failed to withstand the oppression of the huge business group and was destroyed. Now even his daughter's life was in Song Yujie's hands, and he had nothing left.

On the calm blue sea, the luxurious cruise ship lowered the gangway to welcome Song Guicheng back.

The gangway was high and cold. Song Yujie, wearing a coat, walked down slowly. His deep green eyes were calm. He did not give a glance to the desperate middle-aged man. He just looked at Song Guicheng intently, took his hand, and said slowly: "Xiao Cheng, come back."

Song Yujie's hands were colder than the sea breeze. Song Guicheng shivered from the cold. He was unable to resist and was forced to be pulled up.

Just as he took the first step, he heard a muffled "plop" sound behind him. Something heavy hit the sea surface and quickly disappeared.

He wanted to turn around, but Song Yujie hugged him. He didn't care what happened behind him. He just used his cold fingers to touch the red marks on Song Guicheng's body one by one and coaxed him softly, "You are scared, Xiao Cheng."

Only then did Song Guicheng realize that he was trembling, but it was not because of the thrilling kidnapping case just now.

But in this sunny weather, the middle-aged man, whose edges should have been smoothed out by life long ago, sank silently to the bottom of the sea with his heavy world of ideals.

And he, who was hugged by Song Yujie, was also one of the instigators.

In that cold embrace, Song Guicheng truly felt the insurmountable gap between him and Song Yujie.

Even though they seem to have the same gentle personality, the same easy-going attitude towards others, the same calmness in the face of difficulties, and even their methods of dealing with opponents are exactly the same, they are different people.

Snowflakes of memories fell one by one, Song Guicheng felt cold all over, and the expression on his face became more and more solemn. Nakano stood there in a daze, not daring to speak again.

"What are you talking about?" Pei Shuangjin walked in from outside, holding two steaming lunch boxes in his hands.

As the night deepened, the temperature dropped. When he opened the door, a cold wind blew in from outside and Nakano shivered.

Facing Pei Shuangjin's sharp gaze, Zhongye took two steps back and answered Pei Shuangjin's question slowly: "Nothing, just something about school."

Pei Shuangjin glanced in the direction of Song Guicheng, but found that he seemed to be frozen in a daze, standing there in a white sweater like a snowman.

Pei Shuangjin's first reaction was what Zhongye had said to Song Guicheng, so he glanced at Zhongye coldly, with a hint of threat in his eyes. Zhongye shrank his neck innocently. God, he really didn't do anything this time.

Song Guicheng smiled at him: "You're back."

There was a hint of paleness in that smile, and Pei Shuangjin couldn't help but frown slightly. There it came again, that palpitating feeling that emerged from the connection between the two people's sorrow and joy.

He felt the coldness in Song Guicheng's heart, the mockery of fate, and his futile struggle.

But what makes people sad is that although Pei Shuang can deeply understand this feeling, he does not understand Song Guicheng's past. He can only watch from the sidelines across a deep barrier, but cannot touch or comfort him.

If the God of Destiny was watching, he would surely sneer at the powerlessness of the Supreme God. Emotions make God weak, hesitant, and compassionate. Emotions make God become human.

Song Guicheng didn't notice Pei Shuangjin's fleeting strangeness. He calmed down, looked at Zhongye, and said, "Go on."

Zhongye glanced at the cold Pei Shuangjin, then at the expressionless Song Guicheng, and felt that when these two people stood together, even the temperature in the air dropped.

He swallowed and continued carefully, "Last semester, after the final exams, when he came to school to study, Watanabe came to school with a slap mark on his face..."

So everyone knew that Watanabe, who was domineering in school, was just at the bottom of the society at home.

But Watanabe still acted as if nothing had happened, repeating his life of the previous day, hanging out with Nakano and the others, forcing Sato Misaki to eat, checking her clothes, staring at her every word and action, and checking her homework.

"Wait," Song Guicheng suddenly interrupted him, frowning slightly. He rubbed his temple and looked at Pei Shuangjin, "Don't you think it's strange?"

Pei Shuangjin didn't hear what they said before. He was not very clear about the affairs of Sato Misaki and Suzuki Yukina. He transferred to this high school after Watanabe and transferred here at the end of last semester.

But as he listened to Nakano's description, he figured out something was wrong.

Watching Sato Misaki eat, dictating her attire, watching her every word and action, checking her homework...

If you ignore the excessive torture and cruel punishment, this is simply an act of care.

Song Guicheng thought of a possibility, and asked Nakano: "Does Watanabe have a sister?"

Nakano shook his head blankly: "I don't know. We don't even dare to ask about his family affairs."

Pei Shuangjin and Song Guicheng looked at the pile of bread on the bar table at the same time, planning to ask the owner of the bakery tomorrow.

Song Guicheng continued to ask: "What happened later?"