Chapter 6: Seeking Help from Gong Lu?

She quickly wrote a program.

Inputting keywords like "Ye Wuqi," "18 years old," and "orphan," she set the program to automatically search and filter the information of the person she was looking for.

She needed to know where he was before she could find him.

It took only ten minutes for the program to filter out the piece of information Ye Luo wanted. On the screen, a neatly organized message appeared—

[Ye Wuqi, male, born September 15, 2001, orphan, currently attending Senior Science Class (19), Grade 12, Seventh High School, S City.]

There was also a student photo.

The boy in the photo was cleanly dressed and strikingly handsome.

"So, he's also in S City…"

"Also in Grade 12…"

"Also in the science stream…"

The only difference was that he was at Seventh High, while He Luo was at Ninth High.

To protect her ancestor from being bullied, she had to stay by his side.

Telling her ancestor directly about her identity would never work—he simply wouldn't believe her. Even she found it ridiculous.

So, she could only transfer to his school and class as He Luo.

But she had just arrived here. Without a background, how could she transfer schools so easily, let alone specify a class? She needed someone with influence and connections to help her…

"Gong Lu…"

Apart from seeking help from this man, Ye Luo genuinely couldn't think of anyone else for now.

Since Gong Lu was still at home, Ye Luo immediately got up and headed out to find him.

But before she could open her door, she heard An Qianqian's father's apologetic laughter coming from downstairs: "Ah Lu, Qianqian is my daughter. I know her temperament, it must have been Qianqian bullying Luo Luo. Otherwise, that child Luo Luo wouldn’t have reacted so strongly as to throw someone straight from the second floor."

"I've asked Qianqian too," Father An continued, still with a smile, "She admitted it. She said it was because Luo Luo has a crush on you, and she feels Luo Luo isn't worthy of you, so she bullied her."

In the living room, Gong Lu sat lazily on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other.

With one hand propping his forehead and the other resting on the armrest, his fingers idly tapped a rhythm.

His eyelids drooped slightly; he neither looked at Father An nor spoke. It was impossible to tell if he was even listening, but there was a faint, ambiguous smile at his lips.

He seemed perfectly at ease, but the sight filled Father and Mother An with anxiety.

If they hadn't known that He Luo had thrown their daughter from the second floor and was no longer willing to endure things as before, they'd never have rushed over to apologize like this.

They'd long been aware of their daughter bullying He Luo.

Now that He Luo was fighting back, she would surely tell Gong Lu everything. Rather than wait for Gong Lu to settle accounts with them, it was better to come apologize right away.

Mother An also put on a smile and said, "We wanted Qianqian to come and apologize too, but she's in the hospital. The doctor said she was frightened, her nerves are a bit unsettled, and she needs to stay in the hospital for a few days. Your mother dotes on Qianqian and wouldn’t let us bring her here."

Father An quickly echoed, "Yes, that's right."

"You've even brought my mother into this…" Gong Lu let out a soft laugh, finally lifting his eyelids to look at Father and Mother An. Yet the smile never reached his eyes.

Father and Mother An couldn't tell that Gong Lu's smile was purely superficial. Just hearing his words, their hearts shot into their throats, hanging there uncomfortably, neither rising nor falling.

But Gong Lu was in no hurry to continue. Raising the hand that had been tapping the beat, he gestured, and Uncle Wang immediately bowed respectfully and handed him a glass of red wine.

Gong Lu took the wine glass, but did not drink. With a faint smile on his lips, eyelids lowered, he silently stared into the crimson liquid.