"What do you want to ask? Are you, like those nosy old servants before, going to say it was my mom who killed Qiao Chu?" Chang Chi charged forward, pushing away Su Ziceng, "Don’t stand so close to my dad, our entire family is ruined because of you Su Family. If my mom hadn’t fallen in love with your dad, how would I have ever t you, t Hang Yishao? I utterly despise the Su Family, I wish you were all dead."
"Xiao Chi! You mustn’t say such outrageous and unfilial things, there will be retribution." The drunkard muttered hesitantly, appearing very afraid; one mustn’t commit atrocious acts because he wouldn’t have ended up in such a state if he hadn’t listened and hard that pregnant woman.
"Miss Su, you know, I used to be a drunkard, everything I said was nonsense," the drunkard continued.
"Xiao Chi, you are also not to ever say those words again, your mom would be heartbroken if she heard them. In this world, nobody could ever wish well for the Su Family as genuinely as she did; the Su Family carried all her dreams." The blood of Chang i coursing through the drunkard compelled him to say these words.
Deep down, Su Ziceng was unwilling to believe that the woman who lived by her side all this ti had killed her mother, yet even that old servant said so.
"Do you know that Kelly Won’s College has a tradition?" The drunkard gestured for Chang Chi to co closer, "I thought that Miss Su, who graduated from Kelly Won’s College, would be very clear about this."
"You can leave now," Chang Chi had already shown the guest out.
"I ca today, also to tell you sothing, things are impossible between Yishao and ; I have fallen in love with soone else." After saying this, Su Ziceng walked out.
"I don’t need your sympathy," Chang Chi’s lips said, but a new hope was still rising in her heart. In a few days, it would be ti for the graduation thesis defense, and the person that Su Ziceng liked is probably that man nad Pello.
The drunkard sat in the wheelchair, seemingly deep in thought.
"Dad, what is the tradition of Kelly Won’s College?" Chang Chi knew the drunkard used to be Chang i’s neighbor, and their relationship was very much like Han Fang and Yan Wuxu.
"It’s nothing, Xiao Chi, is the ’Yishao’ Miss Su ntioned just now the sa young man you brought ho last ti? That boy is not bad, make sure you hold onto him well," the drunkard showed a smile on his face; he must cherish the present mont and this "daughter" of his that was hard won.
"Dad, how can we take Su Ziceng’s words seriously," Chang Chi said as she walked into the kitchen to prepare the al.
What is the tradition of Kelly Won’s College? The question kept flashing through Su Ziceng’s mind after hearing the drunkard’s words.
If it’s a tradition, then it should at least be sothing with a long history like the Rose Handbook. What else could there be inside Kelly with such a long history?
She might as well visit Kelly Won’s School in person, thought Su Ziceng as she drove to the college, weighed down by heavy thoughts. As she turned the corner and stopped where the school gate used to be, Su Ziceng was stunned.
The gate and security were present, but starting from the West Lake side, the clusters of roses that once defined Kelly Won’s College were replaced by rows of newly planted, budding holly trees.
The octagonal campus had disappeared; next to the original two academic buildings, a modern seven-story building was undergoing construction.
At the entrance, a construction sign read, "Daoquan University College of Humanities and Arts."
It might no longer be possible to search for the traditions of Kelly Won’s College; in the march of developnt, no matter how wonderful the tradition, it would be replaced.
"Such a pity," Su Ziceng sighed inwardly. She parked her car in the school parking lot and walked around the periter of the old Kelly Won’s School.
The teachers and female students she once knew were all gone, and Su Ziceng could not find anyone to even inquire about them. Inquire, news? Su Ziceng did, however, think of soone.
"Qiu Zhi?" She quickly dialed Qiu Zhi’s number.
"Ziceng?" Qiu Zhi sounded excited upon receiving the call, "You’ve been missing for several months."
"I’m currently at Kelly, no, I should rephrase. I’ve arrived at West Lake; where are you right now, I need to see you." Su Ziceng hoped to leverage Qiu Zhi’s adept computer skills, maybe with the internet’s help, to find so clues.
"I’m in my apartnt, a bit busy here," Qiu Zhi’s computer desk was graced with a newer, more compact laptop; his fingers ceaselessly struck the keyboard, and the stock market’s fluctuating charts blinked red and green on his screen, indicating just how busy he was even through the phone.
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