Back to the 80s: Raising my Wolfy Boyfriend

Chapter 802: Chapter 802: Distinctive Youths

Qiu Qianghai finished speaking, turned around, and strode off.

He was afraid that if he didn’t leave now, he really would kill this woman.

At the same time, he’d already made arrangements for Song Yinyin in his heart.

This woman could not be allowed to stay.

Anyone who touched his bottom line had no reason to be kept.

Qiu Qianghai went downstairs and immediately saw his assistant standing in front of the black sedan.

As soon as the other man saw his boss coming down, he immediately opened the back door.

After Qiu Qianghai got in, the assistant didn’t get in right away. Instead, he went back to the front passenger seat, picked up the breakfast he’d bought on the way, and handed it to his boss in the back.

"Boss, it’s still hot. Please eat it while it’s warm."

"Mm."

This time, Qiu Qianghai didn’t refuse.

Compared to the painstaking breakfast Song Yinyin had prepared upstairs, he found it easier to accept something his assistant bought for him.

Seeing the faint blue fatigue under his boss’s eyes, the assistant silently sighed in his heart.

He knew the other man hadn’t slept all night again; this was a very regular habit.

Every time the boss saw those women, it was said he was tormenting them, but looking at him now, how was it not a form of self-torment too?

Noticing the assistant’s gaze, Qiu Qianghai bit into the bun in his mouth and shot him a cold glance.

The latter shuddered all over, instantly lifted his feet and went to the front passenger seat, opened the door, and sat in.

"Drive, to the company."

The driver immediately started the car and slowly drove out of the compound.

Upstairs, after Qiu Qianghai left, Song Yinyin burst into terrified, wailing sobs.

She was so scared she couldn’t even stand; her whole body was trembling.

Her miserable cries didn’t carry even half a bit past the door.

No one knew about the horror she had just gone through, how close she’d come to death.

Some roads are chosen by yourself; even if you regret them, you can’t blame anyone else.

...

Beijing No.1 Middle School.

Since that day when Jin Bai was threatened by Brother Hu in the back alley and An Mingji helped him pay back the money, his ears had finally quieted down; he no longer had to live in constant fear.

Now he was throwing himself wholeheartedly into his studies, wanting to carve out a path of his own through knowledge.

That noon.

Jin Bai, An Mingji, Zou Yanpeng, and Qiao Wenming went together to the cafeteria for lunch.

All the way there, the four boys, each with his own distinct look, drew the gaze of many senior and junior girls passing by.

Under those admiring or appreciative looks from the girls, the four boys were talking about an embarrassing incident.

Whose embarrassing incident?

Of course, it was Zou Yanpeng’s.

A few days earlier, he’d drunk too much and insisted on dragging the other three into a sworn-brotherhood ceremony.

The next day, when he sobered up and remembered what he’d done while drunk, he felt like banging his head against a wall.

Now, Qiao Wenming was recounting that night’s sworn-brotherhood scene.

You saw the usually steady, bookish Qiao Wenming mimic Zou Yanpeng’s posture that night, pretending to be bold and hearty, yet pinching his throat in a ridiculous imitation: "Tonight, brothers, under such a beautiful moon and such a fine night, let’s do a Peach Garden Oath. Our meeting is fate; from now on, we brothers will share blessings together, and when disaster strikes, everyone flies on their own! Come on, bottoms up!"

When he said "when disaster strikes, everyone flies on their own," Qiao Wenming deliberately emphasized his tone and gave Zou Yanpeng a meaningful smile.

The latter was mortified, covering his face in anguish. "Young Master Qiao, can we not? It’s been so many days already. Is this dark history never going to pass? Give me a little face, will you."

"No can do. I have to remind you, even though we swore brotherhood, when real disaster comes, don’t say your brothers didn’t have your back. After all, you’re the one who said we’d share blessings, and when trouble comes, everyone flies on their own."