101: Chapter 101 Dad, my friend is dying!
Wang Cuihua stood at the villa entrance, looking down at Zhang Fan curled up on the ground, without a hint of worry in her eyes; instead, they held a trace of complacency.
In her eyes, Zhang Fan was just a "little white face" Song Zhiwei had found. Getting beaten was what he deserved; it would take Song Zhiwei down a peg and let her know who was really "in charge" of the manor.
"It's nothing, it's nothing!" She clapped her hands and deliberately raised her voice to put the still-hesitant guests at ease.
"He's just an outsider; it has nothing to do with us! Everyone, hurry inside. Young Master Pei has already prepared drinks and snacks; don't let this little matter ruin the fun!"
As she spoke, she bent her waist again, assuming a fawning posture toward Pei Yunxiao. "Young Master Pei, please, right this way. Everything inside has been arranged according to your instructions."
Pei Yunxiao's gaze fell on Song Zhiwei. The young girl was crouching on the ground, carefully protecting Zhang Fan's back with both hands. The panic and worry in her eyes were something he had never seen before.
In the past, Song Zhiwei's eyes only held him; even if he just frowned casually, she would be nervous for ages.
But now, she didn't even glance at him; all her attention was on that "little white face."
Jealousy wrapped around his heart like poisonous ivy. Recalling how Song Zhiwei had almost exposed his identity just moments ago, Pei Yunxiao's rage burned even brighter.
Damn Song Zhiwei!
Damn little white face!
Ruining his banquet and stealing Song Zhiwei's attention!
As for Zhang Fan's injuries, he didn't care at all. It was the blond guy who hit him, not him. Even if something serious happened, it wouldn't be his fault.
He even forgot that Zhang Fan might be the big boss of a gaming company worth over a hundred million, thinking only that this was a punk trying to steal his woman.
"Song Zhiwei," Pei Yunxiao walked up to her, his tone cold and filled with unquestionable command. "Get out of the manor immediately! You are not welcome here!"
After speaking, he took Ruan Shu's hand and walked toward the villa without looking back, deliberately kicking Song Zhiwei's arm with his leg, the force making her sway.
As Ruan Shu was being pulled along, she passed by Song Zhiwei and deliberately stepped on the hem of her dress with the heel of her high heel, a mocking smile curling at the corner of her lips.
She wanted Song Zhiwei to know that she was the one by Young Master Pei's side now; Song Zhiwei was nothing but an unwanted bitch.
Li Na, Wang Ting, and Zhao Ya followed behind, not forgetting to kick her while she was down as they passed by—
"Song Zhiwei, you really took Young Master Pei's tolerance for indulgence! Look at you now, your little white face got beaten up; this is just retribution!" Li Na crossed her arms, her tone full of gloating.
"Exactly! If Young Master Pei truly had no upbringing, he would have done it himself earlier; why would it be the blond guy's turn?" Wang Ting chimed in, her eyes full of disdain.
Zhao Ya was even more dramatic, covering her mouth as she laughed. "A little white face? I think he's old enough to be Song Zhiwei's uncle! He is handsome, though. Too bad he's brainless, daring to go against Young Master Pei."
The three of them giggled as they walked into the villa, their voices drifting on the wind, pricking Song Zhiwei's heart like needles.
Those two young teachers from Jiang University had originally been worried about a fatality, but seeing that Pei Yunxiao and Wang Cuihua didn't care at all, and thinking, "Young Master Pei has a big family and business, he can definitely handle it," they also set their minds at ease and followed the crowd into the villa, not even saying a single word of concern.
The other students didn't dare to linger at all, walking past quickly with their heads down. When they passed by Zhang Fan, they deliberately gave him a wide berth, their eyes full of disgust, as if the two on the ground were some kind of filth.
The last to leave was the blond guy. He arrogantly walked up to Zhang Fan, grabbed him by the collar, hauled him up into a half-sitting position, and said fiercely, "Kid, remember this! If you ever dare to give Young Master Pei trouble again, I won't just beat you—I'll break your legs!"
After speaking, he violently threw Zhang Fan back onto the ground and spat on his chest before swaggering into the villa, humming a tuneless song.
Zhang Fan lay on the ground, in so much pain that he didn't even dare to breathe deeply. Waves of sharp pain came from his lower back, as if countless needles were pricking him. He could even feel his internal organs aching, and even moving a finger felt laborious.
He wanted to comfort Song Zhiwei, but he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth. He could only watch helplessly as she frantically fumbled for her phone, her eyes bloodshot.
Song Zhiwei's hands were shaking constantly. Several times she failed to grasp the phone, and when she finally managed to get hold of it, her fingertips wouldn't obey her, causing her to dial the wrong number several times.
She looked at Zhang Fan's pale face, at the cold sweat constantly rolling down his forehead, and at that glaring patch of spit on his chest, tears falling like broken beads.
"Dad... Dad!" The call finally connected. Song Zhiwei's voice was filled with tears and undisguisable panic. "Come here quickly! Come to our villa! My friend... my friend was beaten because he saved me, and he's dying! Hurry!"
She had never been this scared before. After her rebirth, she thought she could control everything and make the Pei mother and son pay the price step by step.
But she hadn't expected to drag Zhang Fan into this and cause him such serious injuries.
Just now, when the blond guy kicked out, Zhang Fan could clearly have dodged it, but he had blocked it in front of her without hesitation...
"Why... why didn't I just tell Dad to drive the Pei family away?" Song Zhiwei clutched the phone, her tears dripping onto the screen, blurring the numbers. "Was I too greedy? Just for the pleasure of watching them fall into the abyss step by step, I put Zhang Fan in danger..."
Hearing her words, Zhang Fan struggled to raise his hand, using all his strength to grip her wrist.
His hand was very cold, yet it carried a trace of strength, causing Song Zhiwei's sobbing to pause.
"Don't... don't cry..." Zhang Fan's voice was very soft, intermittent. "I'm fine... don't blame yourself..."
He wanted to say, "This isn't your fault," but the intense pain made him unable to even utter a complete sentence. He could only grip her hand tightly, telling her with his eyes, "I'm okay."
Song Zhiwei looked at the smile he barely managed to force, and her heart ached even more.
She wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, and the panic in her eyes was gradually replaced by determination.
She couldn't panic anymore; Zhang Fan was still waiting for her to save him.
Pei Yunxiao, Wang Cuihua, the blond guy... everything they did to Zhang Fan today, she would make them pay back double!
"Hold on a little longer. My dad's people will be here immediately, and there's a doctor. I've already called an ambulance!"
Song Zhiwei gripped his hand tightly, her tone as steady as she could make it. "You will be fine. Zhang Fan, you promised me you would accompany me to attend the signing banquet for Singularity; you can't break your promise."
Zhang Fan nodded weakly, closed his eyes, and rested against her legs.
The pain in his lower back was still spreading, but holding Song Zhiwei's hand made him feel a bit more at ease. Perhaps this injury wasn't a bad thing after all.
Bursts of laughter and joy came from inside the villa, forming a sharp contrast with the coldness and tension outside the door.
Song Zhiwei sat on the ground, cradling Zhang Fan's head, her eyes as cold as ice—the Pei mother and son, and those sycophantic people, she would collect the debts they owed today one by one, with interest!
The roar of car engines came from the distance, getting closer and closer—it was the people arranged by Song's father who had arrived.
Song Zhiwei looked up, a flash of ruthlessness in her eyes, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips: "Pei Yunxiao, your good days are over."