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Don't Cry, Chapter 4 of the novel "Spoiled by Love"

Before school ended in the afternoon, Zhao Nuancheng was organizing forms.

She was the class's organization committee member, responsible for organizing student participation in school activities. Her flyer lay on the table.

"The National Primary and Secondary School Mathematical Olympiad has officially begun. Students are welcome to register."

The most eye-catching part of the large red flyer was the black lettering in the center: First prize: 8,000 yuan.

Eight thousand yuan.

Meng Ting was somewhat lost in thought. Eight thousand yuan wasn't a small amount; Shu Zhitong's monthly salary at the research institute was only 6,000 yuan. Her own scholarship was 5,000 yuan a year.

Her family was actually quite poor. To pay for her eye surgery, Shu's father had been running around borrowing money from relatives. Every weekend, relatives would urge him to repay the loans. Shu Zhitong could only smile patiently, apologizing and pleading, thus delaying the payment.

Later, because he couldn't delay any longer, Meng Ting had an accident and was disfigured, which led Shu's father to take on the most dangerous radiation work.

Zhao Nuancheng, oblivious to Meng Ting's absent-mindedness, chatted as she packed her bag: "I heard Jiang Ren didn't go to Shen Yuqing's birthday party last time. And just now, I don't know why, she said Jiang Ren invited his classmates to Xiaogang City for fun this weekend. Tingting, do you know Xiaogang City?"

Meng Ting shook her head.

Zhao Nuancheng's eyes lit up: "I've never been there either, but I know that spending money there costs at least tens of thousands of yuan." After her initial excitement, she pouted, "Everyone knows Shen Yuqing wants to show off, but Jiang Ren is really rich and very generous. Sigh, it's just that Shen Yuqing is so pretty, we don't have that opportunity."

Meng Ting lowered her eyes, picked up the form, and carefully wrote her name.

She knew the world was unfair; some people could squander money at will, while others struggled to make ends meet.

"Tingting, are you going to sign up for the math Olympiad?"

"Yes."

"Have you studied it before?" "

I studied a little when I was little. There are still two weeks left, I'll practice more and then I can give it a try."

Zhao Nuancheng couldn't help but think Meng Ting was really impressive.

Meng Ting sighed inwardly. After all, it was eight thousand yuan; she had to make it work, even if it wasn't ideal. She needed to prevent Shu's father from having to do radiation experiments. First, she couldn't repeat the tragedy of disfigurement and burns; second, she needed to find a way to earn more money.

However, she was only seventeen and still in her second year of high school. Shu's father certainly wouldn't want her to neglect her studies for anything else, but competitions were different.

Meng Ting paused, glanced at the math Olympiad brochure, and suddenly knew how to make money.

She asked Zhao Nuancheng, "Besides the math Olympiad brochure, are there any other competitions?"

"Yes, there's an English speech contest, but that's in the summer."

Meng Ting was somewhat disappointed.

Zhao Nuancheng thought for a moment, "But I heard that the vocational high school next door has many such programs, like singing, dancing, and playing instruments. They accept art students. But Tingting..." Zhao Nuancheng looked at her, hesitant to speak, and after a long while said, "Never mind, it's nothing."

Tingting's eyes were injured; how could she possibly dance or play the piano?

Today was Zhao Nuancheng's turn to do cleaning duty. Cleaning duty at No. 7 Middle School was simple: after school, just wipe the blackboard and close the doors and windows.

Meng Ting helped her.

The two girls realized something was wrong when they were closing the window; thunder rumbled, and the rain was about to pour. Zhao Nuancheng cursed under her breath.

"Tingting, did you bring an umbrella?"

Meng Ting hadn't.

Zhao Nuancheng hadn't either.

That year, No. 7 Middle School didn't have any umbrellas available, and since Meng Ting was waiting for Zhao Nuancheng, Shu Yang usually left long ago.

The two girls went downstairs, looking at the rain-soaked sky, feeling worried. Their school didn't allow cell phones, and Meng Ting didn't have one that year either. She glanced at her digital watch—6:32 PM.

Shu's father wouldn't get off work until 9 PM.

Zhao Nuancheng was also anxious: "My dad should come pick me up after work, right?"

Just then, several sports cars drove in through the school gate. The silver-white sports cars were sleek; they turned a corner and stopped at their school building.

The lead car was a supercar.

The window rolled down, and Meng Ting saw Jiang Ren's face.

He had his hand on the steering wheel and looked at Meng Ting. Meng Ting lowered her head, avoiding his gaze.

Zhao Nuancheng quickly pulled Meng Ting back, wondering what was wrong with the security guard, letting these vocational high school students drive in.

A moment later, laughter came from upstairs, and Shen Yuqing and several girls came down.

The expensive sports car made the girls' eyes light up.

They greeted him obsequiously, "Young Master Jiang, Young Master He, hello."

He Junming raised an eyebrow: "Ladies, get in the car, don't get wet."

The girls got into the car separately. Shen Yuqing sat in Jiang Ren's car.

Jiang Ren's foot was on the clutch, his dark eyes suddenly looking towards the quiet girl sheltering from the rain in the corner: "You over there..." He didn't even know her name yet, "Get in, I'll take you to the bus stop."

Meng Ting looked up.

She wasn't used to these eyes yet; they hurt after a while. But under the dim sky, she no longer needed to close them.

Meng Ting shook her head: "Thank you, no need."

"Get in the car, don't make me say it a third time." His tone was already showing signs of impatience.

Meng Ting opened her mouth, but Shen Yuqing leaned out and said, "You're the classmate with bad eyesight in class, right? Get in the car." Her tone was cheerful, but her eyesight betrayed her true feelings.

He Junming in the back was also stunned.

When did Jiang Ren become so kind? Was he really caring for the disabled?

Meng Ting knew Jiang Ren's personality; the more she disobeyed him, the more energetic he became. He wouldn't release the clutch unless she got in the car.

Jiang Ren was eighteen years old that year. He had repeated a grade and was a year older than his peers, so he had already obtained his driver's license. Everyone was watching them, so Meng Ting and Zhao Nuancheng had no choice but to get into Jiang Ren's car. The

usually talkative Zhao Nuancheng was as timid as a little quail.

The car was quiet.

Shen Yuqing also knew that Jiang Ren had a temper and generally wouldn't be clever enough to provoke him.

Jiang Ren drove for a while, and then a soft, sweet voice came from behind: "It's at the stop ahead."

The voice was like the sweetest honey mixed with water, or like the gentle water of a southern town she had visited as a child. His attitude was distant and cold.

Jiang Ren gripped the steering wheel tightly and suddenly laughed: "Are you really not blind?"

He said, stepping on the gas, and the bus stop passed them by. Meng Ting panicked a little, holding her white cane horizontally, feeling uneasy. She hadn't done anything to him, so why was he so annoying?

Meng Ting looked at Zhao Nuancheng beside her, who didn't dare to say a word.

Joking around was dangerous.

If he went crazy...

The group got off the bus at Xiaogang City.

Rain poured outside, and the streets were soaked in no time. Night fell, and the city's neon lights flickered.

The three large characters for Xiaogang City shone with a dazzling purple light.

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Meng Ting got off the bus and stood at the entrance. Xiaogang City was quite far from her home; she wouldn't even have enough money for a taxi back.

Jiang Ren hung his keychain on his index finger: "High achievers, come in and have some fun."

He invited them in, not to ask for their permission.

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Several burly security guards at the entrance recognized him and bowed, calling him Young Master Jiang. Jiang Ren's smile was slightly cold; his hand still ached. Didn't they look down on them? They just had to join in.

Meng Ting knew he wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted, so she had no choice but to go in with Zhao Nuancheng.

Shen Yuqing looked at Meng Ting with suspicion. The girl behind her whispered in her ear, "Yuqing, don't worry. I just asked He Junming, and he said that blind woman hit Jiang Ren. Besides, Jiang Ren wouldn't be interested in such an ugly blind woman."

Shen Yuqing's expression softened considerably.

Compared to the slightly chilly autumn air outside, the small port city was much warmer inside.

Meng Ting had never been to a place like this before.

In her memory, she spent most of her time with Jiang Ren after her eyesight improved. He always chased after her, never caring about being rejected. In her past life, Jiang Ren wouldn't have forced her to come to the small port city to please her. The

room was decorated with warm yellow lighting and luxurious, soft sofas.

Several gaming controllers were on the table. A private room was fully equipped with microphones, red wine, and billiards.

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There were also dishes and pastries on the large table.

The group ate first.

"Brother Ren, let's have a drink,"

The girls got into the car separately. Shen Yuqing sat in Jiang Ren's car.

Meng Ting looked up.

She wasn't used to these eyes yet; they hurt after a while. But under the dim sky, she no longer needed to close them.

Meng Ting shook her head: "Thank you, no need."

"Get in the car, don't make me say it a third time." His tone was already showing signs of impatience.

He Junming in the back was also stunned.

When did Jiang Ren become so kind? Was he really caring for the disabled?

Meng Ting knew Jiang Ren's personality; the more she disobeyed him, the more energetic he became. He wouldn't release the clutch unless she got in the car.

usually talkative Zhao Nuancheng was as timid as a little quail.

The car was quiet.

Shen Yuqing also knew that Jiang Ren had a temper and generally wouldn't be clever enough to provoke him.

Jiang Ren drove for a while, and then a soft, sweet voice came from behind: "It's at the stop ahead."

The voice was like the sweetest honey mixed with water, or like the gentle water of a southern town she had visited as a child. His attitude was distant and cold.

Jiang Ren gripped the steering wheel tightly and suddenly laughed: "Are you really not blind?"

Meng Ting looked at Zhao Nuancheng beside her, who didn't dare to say a word.

Joking around was dangerous.

If he went crazy...

The group got off the bus at Xiaogang City.

Rain poured outside, and the streets were soaked in no time. Night fell, and the city's neon lights flickered.

The three large characters for Xiaogang City shone with a dazzling purple light.

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Meng Ting got off the bus and stood at the entrance. Xiaogang City was quite far from her home; she wouldn't even have enough money for a taxi back.

Jiang Ren hung his keychain on his index finger: "High achievers, come in and have some fun."

He invited them in, not to ask for their permission.

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Meng Ting knew he wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted, so she had no choice but to go in with Zhao Nuancheng.

Shen Yuqing's expression softened considerably.

Compared to the slightly chilly autumn air outside, the small port city was much warmer inside.

Meng Ting had never been to a place like this before.

room was decorated with warm yellow lighting and luxurious, soft sofas.

Several gaming controllers were on the table. A private room was fully equipped with microphones, red wine, and billiards.

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There were also dishes and pastries on the large table.

The group ate first.

"Brother Ren, let's have a drink,"Jiang Ren said, clinking glasses with her.

The dinner table was bustling, except for Meng Ting and Zhao Nuancheng, who seemed out of place.

Jiang Ren looked at Meng Ting; she was eating in small bites, clearly uncomfortable, yet sitting upright.

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Most of the girls at the table said they were full after only a tiny bite. She ate quietly, finishing a bowl of food while they drank. Then she put down her chopsticks and didn't say anything more.

She possessed a certain air about her,

one that inspired envy, yet also a desire to destroy.

Jiang Ren took the lead, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Let's play a game, there's a punishment for the loser."

He spoke, and everyone readily agreed.

It was a simple game: take turns counting. When it was seven or a multiple of seven, everyone clapped. It went very quickly.

Jiang Ren glanced at Meng Ting, calculated her position, and called out sixteen.

The boys behind him quickly clapped.

When it was Meng Ting's turn, she should have been twenty-one. However, she didn't know she also had to participate in the game. Jiang Ren lit a cigarette and leaned back: "High achiever, go touch the punishment."

There was a large box next to him.

Meng Ting whispered, "I didn't know I had to participate." She hesitated, then, under everyone's gaze, lightly clapped her hands. "Does this count?"

The scene fell silent for a moment, then He Junming burst into laughter: "I'm dying of laughter, my god!" Who the hell was clapping so late, several minutes later?

Shen Yuqing and the others also laughed incessantly.

Fang Tan looked at Jiang Ren, through the hazy smoke. Jiang Ren's eyes also held a hint of amusement.

"No way, go find the slip of paper and accept the punishment. Can you handle this?"

Meng Ting's face flushed; she was a beat slow to realize how funny clapping was.

She also realized Jiang Ren was teasing her and had no intention of letting her off the hook.

She hesitated, but finally, amidst their jeers, she pulled out a slip of paper.

Meng Ting stared blankly for a long time after reading the words.

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The girl next to her snatched it and read it aloud: "Make eye contact with a certain person of the opposite sex present for ten seconds."

Everyone thought it was thrilling.

Meng Ting was blind.

This kind of ambiguous game was terrifying to play with.

He Junming, seeing her face looking away, exclaimed, "Holy crap, holy crap, don't come any closer!"

Everyone laughed so hard their shoulders shook.

Zhao Nuancheng's eyes reddened; she realized she and Tingting were being humiliated. She gritted her teeth, "Don't push your luck."

Jiang Ren glanced over casually, and Zhao Nuancheng immediately shut up.

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Jiang Ren rested his hand on the sofa, crossed his legs casually, and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. "Come here, classmate. They're all afraid of you, except for me."

Meng Ting didn't know who had pushed her; she turned around to see several girls covering their mouths and laughing. Only Shen Yuqing looked unhappy.

Meng Ting knew that if she couldn't get Jiang Ren to let her go today, she probably wouldn't be able to go home.

She slowly walked over and sat down beside him.

Jiang Ren smelled that fragrance again.

The pure and elegant scent of gardenias after the rain.

She felt a little uneasy, and her voice, penetrating the surrounding noise, became soft and gentle: "My eyesight isn't good, can I not take off my sunglasses?"

He inexplicably agreed.

Then she met a pair of hazy eyes behind light ink-black lenses. Her lenses were close enough that the shape of her eyes was visible.

How to describe the feeling at that moment?

Like the dark green of mountains, like mist after rain. Just glimpsing their shape, one could see a hazy beauty.

Ten seconds was actually very difficult for Meng Ting. She was facing the light, her eyes glistening with tears from the slight pain.

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After ten seconds, Meng Ting walked away in a flustered manner, while Zhao Nuancheng was almost crying.

He Junming, who was nearby, obviously knew he couldn't provoke the two girls from No. 7 Middle School any further, and whispered to Jiang Ren, "Ren-ge, how did it feel? Was it scary?"

Jiang Ren suddenly felt a little irritated and pushed him away: "Get away from me."

He stood up and walked over in a few steps: "Get up, I'll take you home."

Don't cry, damn it, I wasn't being mean to you.

Author's Note:

My fragile and precarious friendship with you all—

before…

Reader: Zhizhi, isn't this sweet? Don't write anything angsty, doesn't your heart hurt?

Me (pretending to be serious): I haven't written anything angsty, don't wrong me, I didn't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense.

Reader (angelically cute): Okay, I believe you.

Later—

Reader: This isn't angsty, is it?

Me (this time really serious): It really isn't, look at my tags, sweet, satisfying, revenge…