Just as Old Cao was about to say something, he suddenly received a phone call. "The principal needs to speak with me. I'll have to go now."
Jiang Qingye said, "Please take care."
After Old Cao left, Pei Jin complained, "You're way too domineering. You have to control everything I ask."
Jiang Qingye rolled her eyes at him, "You'd be better off going back to your wife and nagging instead of wasting your time with this gossip."
Pei Jin, with one hand in his pocket, shrugged. "We're divorced."
Jiang Qingye was truly shocked this time.
"When did you get divorced? I haven't heard you mention it."
Pei Jin looked at the crowded people in the distance. "It's not something to be proud of. I didn't tell anyone."
"It's better that we're divorced," he said casually, subconsciously smoothing a strand of hair behind his ear. "He never liked me anyway."
Jiang Qingye didn't say anything more.
The two strolled around the school, and finally Old Cao led them to the meeting room next to the school auditorium.
The conference room was filled with distinguished alumni. The two resumed their usual elite demeanor when discussing business. After Jiang Qingye connected Pei Jin with the painter, he sat down to the side without any hesitation.
He sent Luo Hang a message: [Are you awake yet?]
I waited patiently for about five minutes, but Luo Hang still didn't reply.
Jiang Qingye put down his phone again. Graduation photos from previous years were displayed on the table next to him.
He became interested and found a collection of graduation photos from his own year.
There were a total of 32 classes, with the last two being the "rocket classes" at the time.
Jiang Qingye only knew that Luo Hang was a classmate of his and a year younger than him, but he didn't know which class Luo Hang was in.
With nothing else to do, he started flipping through the pages from the first class onwards.
The girls stand in front, and the boys stand behind.
Omega stood in front, Beta followed closely behind, and Alpha came in last.
So Jiang Qingye quickly skipped over the last row of the line, flipping through from Class 1 to Class 20, but didn't see Luo Hang.
He kept flipping through the pages, but he couldn't find it even when he got to his own class.
There isn't even a complete collection of graduation photos.
Jiang Qingye frowned, finding it a bit strange.
He flipped through it again, this time focusing only on the names, not the faces.
After looking through all thirty-two pages of graduation photos, Luo Hang's name was nowhere to be found.
Could it be that he misremembered?
He remembered seeing the No. 3 High School uniform in the closet when he went to Luo Hang's house before.
Jiang Qingye subconsciously picked up his phone and glanced at it.
Luo Hang replied: [Yeah, I'm going out for a walk.]
Jiang Qingye unconsciously tightened his grip on his phone. He wanted to ask, but remembering Luo Hang's resistant expression last night, he suddenly didn't want to ask anymore.
"Oh, what brings you to look at this?"
As soon as Old Cao entered the meeting room, he was called away by several people to chat. Now that he's finished with his work, he's come to find his prized student.
Jiang Qingye smiled and said, "Let's reminisce about the past."
He was filled with doubts and didn't know who to turn to for help.
Suddenly remembering what Old Cao had just said about the Alpha who stole his photos, I had a sudden inspiration and asked, "Could you tell me the Alpha's name?"
Old Cao scratched his head. "It seems to be Luo Yan."
Jiang Qingye's heart suddenly raced. "Which nude?"
Old Cao: "The 'camel' in 'camel'."
Jiang Qingye suddenly felt a little lost. He swallowed repeatedly. "Do you remember which class he was in?"
"It's Class 7, right?" Old Cao said. "Go check, I might be mistaken."
Jiang Qingye immediately opened the graduation photo album, flipped to the page for Class 7, and successfully found Luo Yan's name on the far left of the last row.
He paused for a moment, glancing slightly at the person in the photo.
The boy was wearing a school uniform, but because he was too thin, the suit looked unusually large and didn't fit him.
His hair was a bit long, obscuring his eyebrows and eyes. He didn't even look at the camera when taking the picture, keeping his head slightly down, so you couldn't see his face clearly at all. However, his skin was very fair, several shades lighter than the boys around him.
When others wore suits, they all wore them properly and with ties.
The man had rolled up his sleeves, revealing his slender, fair wrists.
Jiang Qingye suddenly fell silent.
He was so focused on finding Luo Hang's face that he didn't pay any attention to anyone else.
Looking at him now, he immediately recognized him as his bedmate.
However, recalling what Old Cao said in front of the honor roll, his mood became even heavier.
It's heavier than the weather outside.
He swallowed several times before finally finding his voice. "He really stole my photos?"
"I couldn't possibly be mistaken," Old Cao sighed. "I learned more about this kid later. His parents died in a car accident, and he lived with his aunt. His aunt wasn't very kind to him; the clothes he wore were all hand-me-downs from his cousin."
"He's so thin, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered to find out about him. I even helped him apply for scholarships for underprivileged students, but I don't know how he's doing now."
Jiang Qingye gave a faint smile, or perhaps he smiled, because he couldn't be sure.
He felt as if he were floating in mid-air.
He's doing very well now.
"That's good." Old Cao breathed a sigh of relief, then asked curiously, "How did you know?"
Jiang Qingye calmly replied, "Because we're together now."
Old Cao was shocked.
He said something, but Jiang Qingye couldn't hear a word he said.
He suddenly remembered asking Luo Hang that day, "By the way, why didn't I see you when we were in high school?"
Luo Hang lowered his head, wringing his hands helplessly, and said, "I wasn't very good-looking back then."
Jiang Qingye never understood this sentence. Someone who is so good-looking should have been even more good-looking in their youthful years of high school.
A muffled thud suddenly came from the window.
Jiang Qingye's thoughts returned, and then he heard Old Cao say, "It's thundering."
It wasn't just thundering; the wind picked up and it started raining.
Today was an unusually damp, overcast day. A light drizzle tapped against the window, and the air was filled with the noise of people.
Jiang Qingye unconsciously pinched the corner of the graduation photo, holding it there for a long time.
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When the thunder rumbled, the Noble Consort shuddered.
Luo Hang grabbed a cat toy and handed it to the Noble Consort Concubine.
The agent walked in from outside, carrying a takeout order, "Why don't you take this little cat to President Little Jiang's house to keep it?"
Luo Hang remained squatting on the ground and said, "He's my sugar daddy, not my lover. I can live alone; bringing my family along is crossing the line."
The agent sighed, "I was worried you might get caught up in it. I didn't expect you to be so clear-headed."
Luo Hang said in a low voice, "I've always understood."
Just then, another clap of thunder sounded outside the window.
His words were drowned out by the thunder; only he could hear them.
It was as if his feelings were something only he himself would ever know.
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I want your little flower videos, but there have been so few lately. Don't you love me anymore? I'll really cry for you guys QAQ