Chapter 0550: A Visit

Tan Kaixuan's mood suddenly became very good; even while eating, he was humming a tune. Clearly, this guy who had opened a new world already had a new goal.

Zhao Fusheng saw this and didn't say much more. Friends don't pour cold water on each other's enthusiasm. No matter what, just as Tan Kaixuan had treated him in his previous life—whether he was high or low, good or bad—as long as he needed him, he would always be by his side.

"By the way, are you really going to obediently do your internship?" After eating, as they walked toward the dormitory, Tan Kaixuan asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I need to get my diploma. Otherwise, our old lady will probably invite me for a meal."

"A meal?" Tan Kaixuan looked bewildered, not quite understanding what Zhao Fusheng meant.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "Believe me, you definitely wouldn't like it."

Tan Kaixuan immediately understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning and blinked: "Thanks, I really don't like it."

He had heard Zhao Fusheng mention that when he was a child, his father had actually whipped him with a belt.

"Alright, don't worry about me. Just focus on your own stuff." Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Tan Kaixuan.

Tan Kaixuan nodded: "Got it."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and asked him: "What about Wang Zhen..."

"Don't, if you want to go, go yourself. I'm not going." Tan Kaixuan said irritably: "His极品 parents, I don't want to deal with them even once more. They're just speechless. If I go, I'm afraid I'll be pissed off to death."

It seemed he had been really angered by Wang Zhen's parents, to the point of saying such things.

Zhao Fusheng frowned, thought for a moment, and said: "How about this, let's go visit Wang Zhen together."

Once the internship starts, both he and Tan Kaixuan would surely be busy with a lot of things, and they probably wouldn't have time to visit Wang Zhen.

They were friends after all; Zhao Fusheng didn't want him to sink completely like this.

Tan Kaixuan was silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "Alright, let's go see him."

He wasn't the type to disregard friendship, but Wang Zhen's parents were truly exasperating. At first, Tan Kaixuan could tolerate them for Wang Zhen's sake—they were elders and deserved respect—but the problem was that they kept pushing their luck, so Tan Kaixuan naturally stopped bothering with them.

People are like that: face is given by others, but in the end, it needs to be maintained by oneself. If one blindly doesn't know when to advance or retreat, even the best relationships will eventually be exhausted.

Both were men of action. Since they wanted to see Wang Zhen, they'd do it quickly. Zhao Fusheng directly called his father and asked him to help find someone.

Zhao's father was now an entrepreneur with considerable influence in Ninghai; such a small matter was really no problem.

Although according to the law, before sentencing, prisoners are not allowed family visits, in the Northeast, this regulation seemed to have little effect.

Since ancient times, China has been a society of personal connections. The network of relationships is everywhere. As long as people have emotions and desires, they have relatives and in-laws. You help me, I help you—such things are too common.

So, in the afternoon, Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan sat in the detention center on the western outskirts of Ninghai. Across the glass sat Wang Zhen, his face calm but somewhat haggard.

Prolonged detention had made his skin a bit pale, but he seemed to be in decent spirits.

"You're here." Seeing Zhao Fusheng, Wang Zhen showed a smile. Clearly, seeing Zhao Fusheng put him in a good mood.

"Yeah, I just got back from Beijing."

Zhao Fusheng nodded and said to Wang Zhen: "Are you okay?"

"Not bad. I don't have to do any heavy work; I just sit around every day." Wang Zhen smiled. "It would be even better if you could send me some books. I really like reading now."

At that moment, both Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan felt a pang in their hearts.

At school, they might not have realized how fortunate it was to study under the sun, but after being imprisoned, they understood that carefree studying was truly a paradise-like life.

But there is no regret medicine in life, no rewind button. What's done is done; since some things have happened, there's no way to change them, only to let nature take its course.

Sighing, seeing the dejected expressions on Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan's faces, Wang Zhen forced a smile: "Don't be so down. I'm not sentenced to death. Why so sentimental?"

Tan Kaixuan's eyes widened, about to speak, but Zhao Fusheng stepped on his foot and looked at Wang Zhen: "Don't worry. I'll find someone to send you books soon. First, tell the warden what books you need."

Wang Zhen nodded, then looked at Tan Kaixuan: "Old Tan, my parents might say some hurtful things sometimes. Don't take it to heart. They've always been like that. Even I, as their son, can't do anything about it."

Tan Kaixuan was startled and looked at Wang Zhen in surprise, blurting out: "How do you know?"

He had always thought that Wang Zhen was unaware of what his parents had done.

Wang Zhen smiled bitterly: "When they came to see me last time, they said a few things. I guessed right away that they must have said something to you."

He wasn't stupid. Wang Zhen was just slow, not oblivious. He knew his parents' personalities and habits of speaking and acting all too well.

When his parents visited him before, their words revealed dissatisfaction with his roommates, especially Tan Kaixuan and Zhao Fusheng. He knew they must have done something behind his back.

Wang Zhen felt helpless about this. He couldn't exactly tell his parents that his current situation was entirely his own fault; they probably wouldn't listen anyway.

Sometimes, once people get a bee in their bonnet, no matter how hard you pull, they won't come back.

The only thing he could do was apologize to his two friends, hoping they wouldn't stoop to his parents' level.

Tan Kaixuan sighed and shook his head: "Forget it, I'm fine."

No matter what, considering Wang Zhen's pitiful state, Tan Kaixuan had to swallow whatever resentment he felt.

Zhao Fusheng gently shook his head: "It's okay, you don't need to apologize."

In his view, although Wang Zhen's parents' behavior was somewhat detestable, it was also normal. If it were his own parents, they would probably be the same. After all, people are all alike. Most of the time, the reason we can calmly discuss others' rights and wrongs is simply because we are not in their shoes.

Not in that position, one does not plan for it; the onlooker sees the game best, the player is lost.