PPS Chapter 93
by VolareChapter 93: Just One Chu Jiaojiao
The moment Xie Haoran heard the recording, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, instantly falling into a state of hysteria. His eyes widened, his pupils flashing with a mixture of disbelief and anger. Why! Why! Why did Chu Zhaoyi have these things?
That idiot, Li Yurong!
He frantically tried to snatch the phone playing the recording, his hands flailing in the air, his fingertips almost touching the cold screen, but he was blocked by the tacit cooperation of the surrounding contestants. The contestants who had just been fiercely competing formed an impregnable defense line, trapping him firmly in place, unable to move.
Subsequently, the staff quickly stepped forward and completely pinned him to the ground, unable to move. Xie Haoran could only be forced to accept this cruel reality, listening to every word, every accusation that came from the recording.
He heard the evidence of his plagiarism being made public, heard his carefully constructed lies being exposed one by one, and even lost his identity as the Xie family’s second young master in front of everyone.
Isn’t it laughable? The so-called favored son of heaven was a fake, an imposter, a cuckoo occupying a magpie’s nest. And his biological parents had been abusing the Xie family’s real son, and he, Xie Haoran, was also an accomplice.
The surrounding sounds gradually faded away, leaving only Xie Haoran’s heavy breathing echoing in the silence. He slumped on the ground, his eyes empty, his face expressionless, like a statue that had lost its soul. The hysteria and anger from just now had disappeared without a trace, replaced by a deep sense of decadence and despair.
In the end, he didn’t struggle anymore, his hands limply hanging down on either side of his body, his fingers trembling slightly, unable to muster even a trace of strength.
The surrounding contestants and staff members all silently watched him, no one spoke, and no one stepped forward to help him up.
Xie Haoran just sat quietly on the ground, his head lowered, his expression hidden.
Zhang Anru, who was below the stage, had recovered from her previous emotions. She didn’t give Xie Haoran even a shred of attention, only staring intently at Chu Zhaoyi, as if trying to make up for all the eighteen years of debt she owed him. Despite the eighteen years of affection, Xie Haoran had known about this for a long time, and had even turned around and used her own biological son.
She, Zhang Anru, must be crazy to be clinging to these eighteen years of feelings.
This incident directly exposed the plagiarist. The judges had already drafted the results of the competition, and without any suspense, they were directly displayed on the big screen.
Xie Haoran sat on the ground without moving. It wasn’t until he heard the results being displayed that he slowly turned his head.
The big screen was no longer projecting Li Yurong’s phone screen,
but the results of the competition.
The first place was indeed Chu Zhaoyi.
No one understood better than Xie Haoran how terrifying Chu Zhaoyi’s talent in painting was.
He had been chasing Chu Zhaoyi’s footsteps since he was a child, but he could never catch up. As long as someone had seen Chu Zhaoyi’s work, everyone would think that his own work was an underperformance.
It had been like this since childhood.
A glistening teardrop slid from the corner of Xie Haoran’s eye, shimmering faintly in the air. The tear slowly flowed down his taut cheek, leaving a wet trail, and finally dripped silently onto the floor.
His voice was low and trembling, almost as if he were talking to himself.
“Chu Zhaoyi, you won.”
These simple words were like a heavy burden, making it difficult for him to breathe. Xie Haoran’s self-esteem and pride were completely crushed at this moment.
From now on, he would no longer be the highly anticipated second young master of the Xie family, but a loser who had all his lies and deceptions exposed.
Even his identity was stolen.
Chu Zhaoyi crawled out of Gu Yusen’s arms, squatted in front of Xie Haoran, and seriously held up two fingers.
“Hate you.”
“Two reasons.”
“One is that you induced my illness in the hospital, letting Sanmu gege see my ugly side.”
“Second is that you stole my little mark, that’s mine! You are an annoying thief!”
Gu Yusen’s mouth twitched. In fact, Chu Zhaoyi didn’t really care about the so-called plagiarism. The debt that Li Yurong and Chu Yu owed him had already dissipated with their deaths.
Who told Xie Haoran to be so determined to seek death and provoke him?
Otherwise, with Chu Zhaoyi’s personality, he would be too lazy to think of so many things to plot.
“Chu Jiaojiao, now is the time to say cruel words. You don’t have any momentum saying it like that.” Gu Yusen picked up Chu Zhaoyi, who was squatting on the ground, made him stand up straight, and straightened his rumpled collar for him.
“Oh.”
“Be fierce to him!” Chu Zhaoyi bared his teeth.
The next second, he was patted on the head.
“Put it away, like a puppy.” Gu Yusen’s voice was full of laughter.
Chu Zhaoyi received a trophy for getting first place. It was heavy, and he immediately ran down and handed it to Gu Yusen to hold for him.
Having achieved his goal, Chu Jiaojiao wanted to leave this place.
So Gu Yusen took him away from here.
Normally, the first-place winner would say something, but Chu Zhaoyi ran away with the trophy. Everyone was immersed in the drama that had just happened, and no one stopped him.
On the other hand, Zhang Anru had been paying attention to Chu Zhaoyi. She immediately followed him out. She knew that she had no right to stand by Chu Zhaoyi’s side, she didn’t even dare to, but… but that was her child…
Xie Yuyin inherited some of the characteristics from her father, and had some insights into this farce, but strangely, her more prominent emotion was actually relief. It was a good thing that her younger brother wasn’t a fool like Xie Haoran.
She was really fed up.
“Ayi!” Zhang Anru chased after him and saw Chu Zhaoyi about to get into the car, and couldn’t hold back anymore, calling out to try to make him stay.
But she didn’t know what she should say now.
Judging from Chu Zhaoyi’s appearance, he seemed to have known that she was his biological mother before today, but he hadn’t come to find her. Was he blaming her?
Yes.
She was indeed not a good mother.
She listened to Li Yurong’s indifferent attitude towards Chu Zhaoyi in the recording, and her heart was twisted like a knife. She had held Li Yurong’s child in the palm of her hand and raised him for eighteen years.
And what about her own child?
He had suffered humiliation in the Chu family, developed mental illnesses, and even had his ears damaged due to Chu Yu’s malicious harm.
She was afraid of Chu Zhaoyi’s coldness and alienation, afraid that he would not be able to forgive her, her heart ached for Chu Zhaoyi’s experiences, and she also regretted her carelessness eighteen years ago that led to this tragedy.
These emotions were intertwined, making Zhang Anru’s heart a mess. She stood there, wanting to approach Chu Zhaoyi, but also afraid that her approach would only make him more painful and disgusted.
But Chu Zhaoyi didn’t care.
He didn’t care about this matter.
Chu Zhaoyi raised his head, his gaze lightly swept over Zhang Anru and Xie Yuyin behind her, and then got into the car.
Gu Yusen respected all of Chu Zhaoyi’s choices. He gave Zhang Anru Chu Zhaoyi’s hair only to let them know, to know what a big mistake they had made, to know that they had been living in lies all these years.
This didn’t mean that he agreed with Chu Zhaoyi returning to the Xie family.
Just one Chu Jiaojiao.
He, Gu Yusen, could afford to support twenty of them with ease.