It was too late. By the time Leng Zihao rushed over, the car had already driven away, and he only managed to catch a glimpse of its tail end.
Leng Zihao instinctively chased after it.
The driver warned Zhan Yiran, "Third Miss, someone is chasing after the car."
Zhan Yiran glanced through the rearview mirror, her expression unchanged, "Drive faster, shake him off."
Before coming, Zhan Yiran had considered clearing things up with Leng Zihao and bidding him a proper farewell. But after encountering Hu Du at the school, she suddenly lost any desire to deal with Leng Zihao.
Birds of a feather flock together. If Hu Du was the kind of person Leng Zihao called a brother, what kind of man could Leng Zihao really be?
Only after completely letting go of this relationship and viewing it from an outsider's perspective did she realize how blind she had been initially.
Leng Zihao had eaten her food, drank her drinks, and used her resources, yet he still dared to throw attitude at her. He had truly mastered the art of taking advantage.
What a worthless thing he was. How could she have ever set her sights on him?
The more Zhan Yiran thought about it, the angrier she became. She promptly took out her phone and called the bank to freeze the credit card she had given to Leng Zihao.
Leng Zihao failed to catch up with Zhan Yiran and tried calling her, but the call wouldn't go through.
He then sent her a message on WeChat, only to find that he had been deleted.
Faced with this sudden turn of events, Leng Zihao grew somewhat flustered, as if things were slipping out of his control.
Ren Xinlian came running over, her eyes reddened and tears threatening to fall, "Brother Zihao, has Sister Yiran left? It's all my fault, I shouldn't have tattled on you about the innovation contest. Sister Yiran must be angry with me.
I don't want you two to fight because of me."
Leng Zihao suppressed the unease in his heart and took Ren Xinlian's hand to console her, "It's not your fault, it's Zhan Yiran who is in the wrong. She secretly sabotaged things and stole your third-place award. She should be the one apologizing to you."
Ren Xinlian's lips curved into a satisfied smile.
She hooked her little finger with Leng Zihao's and whispered, "I'm so afraid of Sister Yiran. I'm afraid she'll come after me."
Ren Xinlian was from another class and didn't know about Zhan Yiran's withdrawal from school.
"She has already dropped out, so she won't bother you anymore," Leng Zihao said.
What? Ren Xinlian was shocked. Zhan Yiran had actually dropped out?
"Why did she drop out? Was it because of me? I'll apologize to Zhan Yiran right away. Brother Zihao, quick, call Sister Yiran."
Ren Xinlian urgently urged him, but Zhan Yiran couldn't just leave like that. Without Zhan Yiran, where would she get money?
Zhan Yiran was impulsive and foolish. Whenever Ren Xinlian apologized to her, she would be given expensive gifts, all luxury branded goods that Ren Xinlian could never afford in her lifetime.
After urging for a while without seeing any action from Leng Zihao, Ren Xinlian took out her own phone to call Zhan Yiran.
The call wouldn't go through, and when she tried sending a message on WeChat, she discovered that she had also been deleted.
She couldn't contact Zhan Yiran anymore.
Ren Xinlian was dumbfounded.
Oh no, things had escalated. This time, she had truly angered Zhan Yiran into leaving.
No, this couldn't happen. She couldn't let this money tree that was Zhan Yiran get away.
Ren Xinlian pulled Leng Zihao and ran outside the school campus, waving down a car, "To The Zhan Family Courtyard."
Leng Zihao wore a sullen expression, clearly displeased, but he didn't stop Ren Xinlian's actions.
"The Zhan Family Courtyard is huge. Which gate do you want to go to?" the driver asked.
Ren Xinlian didn't know, only aware that The Zhan Family Courtyard was Zhan Yiran's home, presumably a mansion. But how big could a mansion be? At most a few hundred square meters.
And mansions only had one gate, right?
The driver chuckled mockingly, "Little girl, are you kidding me? A few hundred square meters? Who are you trying to fool? That's The Zhan Family Courtyard, spanning over a million square meters, with mountains, lakes, and a vast stretch of forest. There are four main gates, north, south, east, and west.
Which gate do you want to go to?"
One million square meters?
Ren Xinlian was stunned. She knew Zhan Yiran's family was wealthy, but not to this extent.
Good heavens, it was even bigger than their school campus.
"Hurry up, which gate?" The impatient driver urged.
Flustered, Ren Xinlian blurted out, "The east gate."
Lady luck was on Ren Xinlian's side, as the east gate led to the residential area, with guards stationed at the main entrance.
Before they even approached the gate, several burly guards over six feet tall blocked their path, exuding an intimidating aura.
Ren Xinlian took a step back, timidly speaking up, "We're here to see Zhan Yiran. We're her classmates."
To see the Third Miss?
The guards exchanged glances and radioed the butler.
Soon, they received a response, "I'm sorry, our young miss has dropped out of school. You are no longer her classmates. This is private property. Please leave promptly."
With those words, the guards began ushering them away.
Ren Xinlian grew frantic, wanting the guards to ask again, "Uncle, please, just ask one more time. Tell them it's Leng Zihao here. When Zhan Yiran hears Leng Zihao's name, she'll surely let us in."
While the guards were preoccupied with intercepting Leng Zihao, Ren Xinlian ran towards the gate, intending to shout and call Zhan Yiran out.
However, upon reaching the gate, she realized that the distance between it and the mansion was vast, and all she could see was a massive fountain.
Ren Xinlian was dumbfounded. What kind of place was this, and how could it be so enormous?
They were about to be chased away, so Ren Xinlian frantically shouted, "We're here to deliver something to Zhan Yiran, to deliver something to her!"
The guards paused, eyeing her warily.
Ren Xinlian felt unnerved under their scrutiny and hurriedly grabbed Leng Zihao, whispering, "Brother Zihao, do you have anything of Zhan Yiran's on you? Anything?"
Leng Zihao had nothing on him. After rummaging around, the only thing he found was a credit card.
This card was the one Zhan Yiran had forcefully given to Leng Zihao, threatening that if he didn't accept it, she would go after Ren Xinlian.
Left with no choice, Leng Zihao had to take the card.
Initially, Leng Zihao felt that Zhan Yiran was using money to insult him. But as time passed, he grew accustomed to using the card, finding it convenient for making purchases, as if the funds were unlimited.
Upon seeing the credit card, Ren Xinlian was overjoyed. She snatched it from Leng Zihao's hand and waved it in front of the guards, "See? We're here to return something. Let us in."
When the security guard saw this, he directly took the credit card, snapped it in half with a crunch, and casually threw it into the trash can: "Just a broken card, no need for it. Our young miss has plenty of cards like this, she doesn't care at all. You two get going."
Leng Zihao: "......"
Ren Xinlian: "......"
The two stood frozen in place, taking a long time to react, until the security guard pushed them away before they finally came to their senses.
The two slowly dragged their feet away, getting farther and farther from The Zhan Family Courtyard.
It was only at this moment that they realized how distant they were from Zhan Yiran. As long as Zhan Yiran didn't want to see them, they would never be able to see her.
