The fake daughter ran away with the baby, and the president chased her relentlessly

Sang Ran listened to him, circled the dishes she wanted on the menu, and handed them to the waiter.

Indeed, Sang Ran actually noticed that every time Yu Zhou looked at his phone, he was almost always watching fashion show videos or some related videos.

So she couldn't understand it even more. In her eyes, Yu Zhou was a contradiction at this moment. She couldn't understand his behavior.

She looked at him. “So can you tell me why you did that?”

"Don't be afraid of you laughing at me, but from the moment I gave up the design industry, I never dared to pick up a paintbrush again. I felt it was a blasphemy. I gave up my passion. If I continued to draw and design, then the beautiful and pure love I once had would be mixed with other unclean things."

This was his inner demon, which over time turned into a stress response, and whenever he picked up a pen, he could no longer draw.

Sang Ran still didn't quite understand, what he said was too serious.

However, Yu Zhou was willing to explain to her, and she still wanted to hear the reason: "So you got stuck in a dead end? Why did you give up this industry in the first place?"

"Yes and no." Yu Zhou seemed to have remembered something, his eyes filled with pain.

Only then did Sang Ran notice the fatigue in his eyes and the red bloodshot in his white pupils.

"Let's eat first. I'll talk to you after dinner. Sorry, I'm not in a good mood right now."

Sang Ran didn't ask any more questions.

The meal was particularly quiet. The two of them were clearly eating food that could best promote friendship, but each of them had their own pot, and there was no other communication during the meal.

After dinner, Yu Zhou invited Sang Ran to take a walk in the park.

They walked to a bench and Yu Zhou sat down, but he remained silent. He seemed to be struggling in his heart.

"I tried my best in yesterday's game. Do you believe it?" Yu Zhou suddenly spoke in a relaxed tone.

He looked at Sang Ran seriously, with determination in his eyes.

Sang Ran looked at him silently without answering.

Yu Zhou laughed at himself: "When I graduated from university, I thought I would have a future that I had planned for myself. I was successfully recruited by a foreign company and was appreciated by my boss."

"But I never expected that the leader's appreciation of me was not based on my work ability, but... my appearance."

Sang Ran looked at Yu Zhou as he lowered his head. His appearance was indeed outstanding. He liked to wear a white sweatshirt or a white shirt, with his entire body wrapped inside. The exposed parts of his body showed his bones, his skin was glowing white, and his lips were always pale. He looked weak and sensitive.

Like a fragile yet delicate glass doll.

Such appearance is indeed easy to attract attention.

"In fact, many boys are like me. They have no sense of danger. It seems that all the dangers in this world are directed at girls. It's like an information barrier. We can't perceive it at all until it happens to me."

Yu Zhou had countless suitors since he was young, most of them were girls. They either expressed their love for him silently or openly, but at most they would just be nice to him or peek at him.

It was not until I graduated from college and joined a company that my boss was a big foreigner who had a wife and three daughters in his own country.

Like most newcomers to the workplace, Yu Zhou works hard to show himself and does everything himself as long as his boss tells him to, even if it is not his job responsibility.

He started out by meeting with clients, and later gradually accompanied his superiors on business trips and had meals with clients.

In order to reach a deal, he would force himself to drink one glass after another even though he couldn't drink much.

I almost forgot my job.

Until one time, when he and his boss were meeting with a boss from the United States, he drank too much as usual.

"When we woke up the next day, the three of us slept together." He squinted his eyes, his tone as relaxed as possible.

But Sang Ran still saw the struggle in his eyes.

It was as if I had drafted countless times in my mind, simulated countless listeners, and wanted to vent my distress again and again.

It seemed that if he were given another chance, he would definitely try his best to protect himself, even if it meant death.

But when it comes to talking about it, I feel a little numb.

After hearing all this, Sang Ran was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She pursed her lips and looked at Yu Zhou carefully.

"Sorry, I didn't know..."

"I don't blame you." Yu Zhou smiled. "Actually, I never had the courage to speak out about these things before. I also didn't have the courage to ask for an explanation. I was a coward, right? I was a coward. I just submitted my resignation application and then looked for another job."

"My boss later asked me why I didn't choose the major I was working in. I really didn't know how to answer."

That's why Yu Zhou is so cold towards people. He isolates himself in a small world. He can only forget about these things for a short time when he goes to design exhibitions and watches fashion information.

But what followed was endless regret. He regretted that he had neglected his job in order to please his boss.

He forgot his original intention and not only failed to fulfill his dream, but even went against it. If it had not been for this, he would not have encountered such a thing.

"At that time, I also wanted to try to pick up the pen again, but the design draft seemed to speak. I saw it grow a face, like a demon, and it said to me, 'Don't touch me with your dirty hands.'"

"I won't touch it."

So during the competition that day, he also saw such a scene, and he used up all his strength to barely draw a model.

He said: "I participated in this competition just to give it another try, but I didn't expect to cause so much trouble to my opponent. I thought I could do it."

"I'm sorry for asking you to explain to me by revealing your scars, and I'm grateful that you are willing to tell me this." When Sang Ran learned the truth, the anger in his heart had long dissipated, leaving only a heart full of complicated emotions.

She was even a little cautious, afraid that she might say something wrong and irritate Yu Zhou.

Sang Ran had not known before that this little boy in front of her, who seemed to take nothing seriously, had such a past.

She tried to make the atmosphere less heavy: "Perhaps, you should face these problems directly. Your work is entirely presented by your love. It will not despise you for being dirty, and you are not dirty either."

This was the wording she came up with. Sang Ran really couldn't say something like "I sympathize with your experience."

"Yuzhou, the filthy ones are the bad guys. You are very good and excellent. Don't deny yourself completely just because of them."

The perpetrators are at large, while the victims endure the pain day after day, constantly condemning themselves morally and not even daring to mention it to anyone. No one can comfort them, and they don't know that the problem is not with them.

Yu Zhou raised his head, tears flashing in his eyes like stars in the night sky. He asked, "Don't you think it's my fault?"

"Well, it's not your problem." Sang Ran answered affirmatively, "Perhaps you can talk to your drawing. You can ask it where you went wrong. Maybe it can't explain the reason and disappears on its own. Give your drawing a chance, and give yourself a chance too."

"Don't let one bad thing affect your whole life."

Yu Zhou took a deep breath and raised his head: "Thank you."

Sang Ran reconciled with Yu Zhou. When they parted, Sang Ran said that she would not blame him for his previous behavior, and she would understand him whether he came to tomorrow's game or not.

It was already around eight or nine o'clock in the evening when Sang Ran returned to the dormitory. Her mood was low because of what she had just heard from Yu Zhou. She could understand the struggle and pain in Yu Zhou's heart.

She sat quietly on the sofa, her eyes empty and her mind wandering.

Yami heard the sound of a door opening outside, so she opened the door to check and saw that it was Sang Ran who came out, as if he had been waiting for her to come back.

She said to Sang Ran, "Why did you come back just now? The discipline officer came over and said that Teacher Shen wanted to see you. It seems that there is a problem with the number of votes today, so he asked you to go and take a look."

Sang Ran frowned slightly: "Is it only my vote that has a problem?"

There are so many people, but her votes are wrong? Doesn't the opponent Yami's group need to go?

"They said there was an error in your vote count, which may affect the final judgment." Yami said, "The discipline officer also said that Teacher Shen specifically asked you to go as soon as possible. All the instructors are waiting."

Sang Ran stood up hurriedly upon hearing this. If all the instructors were there, there shouldn't be any problem.

She really didn't want to be alone with Shen Jinshan.