Aristocrat Boys School

Chapter 120 Breakthrough

Silence.

In the face of the audience’s astonishment or inquisitive attention, Wen Chuan did not waver in the slightest, nor did he reveal any regret for the remarks he just made. He didn’t even look at Fu Zhenhao’s livid face next to him, he left the banquet with the same steady steps as when he came.

The discussion continued until Wen Chuan’s figure completely disappeared, and gradually filled the entire venue.

Jian Chi still hadn’t recovered from Wen Chuan’s resolute speech. Fu Zhenhao was eager to calm down the turmoil, and walked quickly to the microphone. The bright radiance on his face when he first announced his son’s return was long gone, “Sorry, due to negligence in communication, the remarks just now were an angry remark made by a dog son. Please be patient. The banquet process will remain unchanged. I will announce the results of tonight’s matter later. I hope this accident did not spoil everyone’s mood. “

The music played again, continuing the melodious sound before the speech, and the people at the banquet also took their eyes off him and reunited with their relatives, friends or partners, but this time, their topic was completely changed from the previous gossip cooperation to their opinions about the surprise just now. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that what Wen Chuan had not discussed with Fu Zhenhao in advance, and even more suspected that the purpose of his attendance at the banquet might be to disrupt this ‘family reunion banquet’.

The result was exactly as Wen Chuan wished. Fu Zhenhao took out his phone and called someone the moment he stepped down. Although he tried his best to hide his anger, the guests who witnessed the whole process clearly realized that Fu Zhenhao was played by his own son in public.

This was undoubtedly an insult to Fu Zhenhao, who had always valued his face, not to mention that the other party was his own son. Some people who have heard a little inside information but dare not say it finally had the opportunity to speak out at this time, but Jian Chi was not in the mood to care about Fu Zhenhao’s anger and impatience – this was originally his own fault. He was more concerned about where Wen Chuan went at the moment.

Now Fu Zhenhao’s people must be trying to find Wen Chuan. Whether it was school or home, there was a long distance from the venue. Where can he go?

Jian Chi wanted to leave when no one was paying attention, only to find that Shen Shuting was still shackled onto his wrist. He looked at Shen Shuting’s dark eyes, Jian Chi sighed, “It’s too stuffy here, I want to go out to breathe, release me.”

“You want to go out and find Wen Chuan.”

Shen Shuting pointed out Jian Chi’s thoughts directly, and pierced it mercilessly.

“You are moved by just a few words like this? How simple. Wen Chuan disturbed the banquet just now, and the Fu family won’t let him off easily. Are you going out now to be a couple with him, waiting to be taken away by the Fu family? 

The irony in the words made Jian Chi frown uncomfortably, “What does this have to do with you?”

Shen Shuting seemed to have been stabbed, and said coldly, “Does this have nothing to do with Ji Huaisi?”

Mixed with anger, there was a trace of unwillingness that seemed to be jealous in his rhetorical question.

This time, Jian Chi didn’t talk nonsense with Shen Shuting anymore. He simply pulled his hand back. When he turned to leave, he happened to see Bai Yinnian, who was watching a play and sipping champagne. He didn’t need to think about what intriguing things he was thinking about at the moment.

Jian Chi didn’t want to take care of it, and walked quickly along the corner where there were not many people, to the door where Wen Chuan disappeared. Before walking out, he vaguely heard a quick ‘Jian Chi’ coming from behind him, but the loud music made Jian Chi unable to tell whether it was an illusion or not.

He didn’t look back, just left.

At this time, the outside was completely shrouded in darkness, and the temperature difference between day and night made Jian Chi, who was only wearing a suit, shiver. Looking around at the deserted streets, the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, and Wen Chuan’s name appeared on the screen, dispelling the chill all over his body in an instant.

Wen Chuan: I saw you.

Jian Chi raised his head, as if he was guided by some kind of power to see a tall figure walking towards him in the dark. The suspended heart slowly came down when he saw Wen Chuan’s face that was no different from usual, and moved his lips: “Wen…”

Pressing his index finger on his lips, Wen Chuan made a gesture of ‘silence’, he held Jian Chi’s hand and said in a low voice, “Come with me.”

Jian Chi swallowed his words. He didn’t know where Wen Chuan was going to take him, but it must be a safer and more suitable place for conversation than the door. When he pushed open the door in front of him, along the elevator and stairs, Jian Chi couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Why do you like the rooftop so much?” 

The night gave this spacious rooftop a quiet danger, but the existence of Wen Chuan kept this danger out. He said: “I feel safe.”

Everyone had a secret base of their own. For example, Jian Chi can always feel peace of mind that nowhere can bring him when lying on his bed in his bedroom. For Wen Chuan, who had never had a real home, perhaps this isolated and remote corner can bring him a touch of calm and comfort.

“What you said on stage just now…” Jian Chi didn’t know how to speak, and what he organized to say for a long time was still intermittent, “I thought you wouldn’t reject the Fu family, why?”

Why did you choose to go against the original plan?

Jian Chi was apprehensive.

Wen Chuan looked at the night sky. A few dozen-story buildings were separated by the railings on the first floor. The wind blew the scattered hair in front of his forehead, and his cold voice seemed to be able to dissipate in the air at any time: “This was the first time I heard Fu Zhenhao say I could have everything, I was shaken. But there is no free lunch in the world, even if I am his son, he has other sons besides me, and there may be a third, and a fourth like me in the future. If I want to have ‘everything’, I have to lose everything first. The most important point, I don’t want to be the person I hate the most.”

He turned to look at Jian Chi who was stunned, his eyes well-informed and more dazzling than the night sky , “Jian Chi, you said you wanted me to be happy. When I said those words on stage, it was the happiest I’ve been when seeing Fu Zhenhao.”

Jian Chi’s heart trembled, and he asked stubbornly: “Do you really not regret it?”

“I don’t know.”

Wen Chuan answered honestly, looking down as if to outline the distant future, “If I agree, I may fail miserably in the Fu family’s struggle, or maybe I will become the next heir as you said. Success or failure, it has nothing to do with me now, I have chosen myself. But if I can get lucky in the future, I prefer to say ‘I am Wen Chuan’ when introducing myself to others rather than my father is Fu Zhenhao.”

The gentle voice slowly fell to his ears, like a thousand-layered wave of rubble thrown into calm water. At this moment, looking at Wen Chuan’s serious eyes, a thought in Jian Chi’s heart became clearer and clearer-the future Wen Chuan might have higher achievements than in the Fu family.

This idea that seemed like a fantasy made Jian Chi extremely clear and certain. What if you leave the established trajectory? Can a known ending really be called a perfect ending? He always thought that being quiet and not attracting attention was the best way, but Wen Chuan was breaking through the framework that fate gave him time and time again. Such a person can survive even in the face of adversity, so how can a Fu family stop him from moving forward?

He was narrow-minded, Wen Chuan was clear and firm from beginning to end, made every choice he thought was the right choice, and moved towards his goal.

Jian Chi had a lot of words stuck in his chest, but his words seemed to be less meaningful. Under the night, Wen Chuan’s icy brows showed a rare softness, and he slowly lowered his head, intermingling two breaths, his dark eyes almost looked into Jian Chi’s heart.

“Jian Chi.” 

The temperatureless voice pierced the heated ambiguity. Jian Chi looked at Wen Chuan’s face close at hand like a dream, and opened the distance.

He looked towards the door, his heart beating fast.

Ji Huaisi’s figure stood in front of the stairs, he didn’t know when he appeared, and he stood there for a long time. There was no smile in his expression when he looked at them.