Chapter Twenty-Two: The New Student

"Why are you back again? Didn't you say you were going home?" Song Fei'er saw Yang Le return and asked curiously. In her heart, she wondered if Yang Le harbored any ulterior motives toward her. If he really tried something, should she acquiesce or resist?

"Your door has a code. I couldn't unlock it." Yang Le's words interrupted Song Fei'er's wandering thoughts.

"I see! Let me walk you out, then!" Song Fei'er actually wanted Yang Le to stay—not for any particular reason, but simply because she felt it wasn't safe for him to head home at this hour. However, as a girl, she couldn't bring herself to say so directly.

"Thank you," Yang Le said immediately. Now that his head had cleared, he felt he could safely go home.

They walked out together, and Song Fei'er opened the door for him.

"Be careful. Let me know when you're home," Song Fei'er instructed as Yang Le was about to leave.

"Alright, I'll message you when I get back," Yang Le replied and left the Song residence.

She watched his figure grow smaller until he got in his car and drove away, vanishing from sight. Only then did Song Fei'er close the door.

Back in bed, Song Fei'er pondered: Hadn't Yang Le been drinking? Even with a nap, he must still be a little dizzy. Hopefully nothing happens to him.

By this time, Yang Le had already left the neighborhood and was driving home. Ten minutes later, he arrived, hurriedly took out his phone, and sent Song Fei'er a message.

"Fei'er, I made it home safely. You should get some rest."

For those ten minutes, Song Fei'er had worried, thinking about how much Yang Le had drunk. Would he be alright? When her phone finally rang, she saw it was Yang Le's message and replied,

"I'm glad you're home. I'm going to sleep now."

After sending the message, Song Fei'er went to sleep. Yang Le, having been awake and exposed to the cool night air, found it hard to sleep right away. He lay in bed, lost in thought, and before he knew it, he drifted off.

The next morning at seven, with no appointments, Yang Le planned to sleep in.

Ring, ring, ring...

Yang Le's phone rang. Half-asleep, he answered.

"Who is it?"

"Son, it's your dad! Is there a beauty sleeping beside you right now? Remember to give it your all—give your old man a grandchild so I can go home and look after the baby in peace!"

Yang Jiayun's voice carried through the phone.

"No, I'm going back to sleep. Not talking to you," Yang Le said, then hung up.

On the other end, Yang Jiayun wondered just how hard his son had worked last night—he wa