My Toxic Ex-Wife: BOSS, Stay Away！-Chapter 737: Extra Story of the Big BOSS’s Little Wife (5)
Ye Anhao smiled bitterly. Even if she wiped away the marks on her body, so what? She was already unclean.
She leaned powerlessly against the cold wall. Her body slowly slid down until she sat weakly on the ground, burying her head in her knees. Just let her be sad for a few minutes. Just a few minutes would be enough.
She didn’t know how long had passed when a knocking sound came from outside the bathroom door, "Anhao, Anhao!"
Ye Anhao suddenly pulled herself together. She took a deep breath, trying to collect her emotions, cleared her throat, and responded, "Grandma, I’m here."
"Don’t stay in there for too long, come out and eat."
"Okay, I’ll be out right away."
When Ye Anhao walked out of the bathroom, Grandma Ye had already prepared lunch, even dished out a serving for her.
Looking at the three dishes and one soup on the table, Ye Anhao felt a warmth in her heart and then sat down by the table.
Grandma Ye took a few pieces of ribs and put them in her bowl, "Anhao, you should eat more."
Ye Anhao stared at the food in her bowl but had no appetite, "Grandma, I’m not hungry."
"How can this be? You can’t be like some girls who don’t eat to maintain their figure. Your studies in senior year are heavy, and you need to eat well to have the energy to study."
Grandma Ye spoke earnestly. Ye Anhao glanced deeply at her and then dropped her gaze to the food on the table. Remembering how Grandma Ye had busied herself preparing the lunch, her eyes gradually softened. She picked up her bowl and chopsticks, and forcefully took a bite of the food.
The dishes on the table were all Ye Anhao’s favorites, but she sadly found that the food, usually very delicious, tasted somewhat bitter this time.
She chewed expressionlessly, knowing well in her heart that it wasn’t the food’s fault, but hers.
During the weekend, Ye Anhao had locked herself in her bedroom. Whenever she felt bad, she would find a pile of problems to solve. Grandma wasn’t in good health, and if she knew Anhao had worries, she would worry too. Only by burying herself in homework could Grandma not notice anything unusual.
At night, when Grandma saw Ye Anhao still working under the desk lamp, she couldn’t help but say, "Anhao, it’s time to sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow."
"Grandma, you go to sleep first. I’ll sleep after I finish this problem."
"Alright, I’m going to sleep first, you should sleep early too."
"Okay." Ye Anhao nodded.
Seeing Grandma had already gone to bed, only then did Ye Anhao let down all her defenses, stretching out her hands powerlessly to cover her face.
Actually, it’s not that she wanted to stay up late. It’s just that when she closed her eyes, everything from that night would flood into her mind.
She couldn’t sleep and didn’t dare to sleep.
The result of staying up late was that she actually dozed off during Chinese class the next day.
"Ye Anhao, stand up!"
When her name was called by the Chinese teacher, all the classmates turned their amazed gaze towards her. They were amazed because Ye Anhao had always been one of the top three students in the grade, a model student in the eyes of both teachers and classmates. She had never been late from freshman to senior year, let alone slept during Chinese class.
Seeing herself becoming the focal point of the class all of a sudden, her face flushed red. She gripped the pen in her hand tightly, feeling extremely embarrassed.
After class, the Chinese teacher called Ye Anhao to the office, not to criticize her, just said a few words, and reminded her.
"I heard from Teacher Ye that you’ve been solving problems until late at night these days. This won’t do. There are still over a hundred days left until the college entrance exam. If you keep staying up late, I’m afraid you’ll collapse before the exam."
The "Teacher Ye" mentioned by the Chinese teacher was Ye Anhao’s grandma. Before her retirement, Grandma Ye was a math teacher at this school and a key teacher, well-known among the teachers.
Ye Anhao silently listened to the Chinese teacher’s advice and warnings, as if waking up from a daze. There were only over a hundred days left until the college entrance exam. She couldn’t keep dwelling on that night’s events.
What happened that night had already occurred. No matter how much she regretted it, she couldn’t undo it. She had already lost her most precious thing. She couldn’t let it affect her studies anymore; it would be too unfair to Grandma.
In the following month, she worked hard to adjust her mindset. Though she still had nightmares sometimes at night, she was much better. When the monthly exam results came out, seeing her scores still stable at the top, a heartfelt smile appeared on her face.
She must achieve good results in the college entrance exam, get into the best university in the country, and let Grandma live a good life.
Thus, another week went by. On this day, during class meeting, the homeroom teacher brought in a boy. The moment he entered the classroom, he attracted the attention of all the students.
This is a society that values appearances, and the boy standing beside the homeroom teacher on the stage happened to possess a face that could charm anyone. The boy was extremely beautiful, slightly androgynous but not effeminate, making it hard to look away after just one glance. In a flash, the students in the class started buzzing with discussions.
"Who is this boy?" Girl A stared at the boy on stage with starry eyes.
"I don’t know, he must be a new student. But he’s really handsome." Girl B said.
"Not only handsome, he’s super rich as well." Girl C said.
"How do you know he’s rich?" Girl B asked.
"Of course, from the stuff he’s wearing. Did you see the logo on his shirt? That brand is unbelievably expensive, one shirt costs tens of thousands. And his jeans, although I don’t recognize the brand, they definitely aren’t cheap." Girl C analyzed.
"Wow, his clothes are so expensive? Could they be knock-offs?" Girl A said.
Girl C rolled her eyes at her, "Knock-offs? Try to find a knock-off that can look like that."
The students were talking all at once. The homeroom teacher, unable to bear it, walked to the lecture table and knocked the pointer forcefully, "Quiet! Quiet!"
Seeing the homeroom teacher about to lose his temper, the excited students instantly quieted down, looking at him expectantly like curious babies.
As expected, the next second, the homeroom teacher looked at the boy beside him and spoke, "Let me introduce this new student to everyone, Ouyang Yifeng. From now on, he will be a new member of our class. Let’s give him a warm welcome!"
As soon as the homeroom teacher finished speaking, a loud round of applause rang out from the students. The girls couldn’t help but feel excited. From now on, their class would no longer only have nerdy boys buried in their studies. The handsome boy in front of them could easily outshine all the other boys in the class. In fact, he might even be unrivaled in the whole school. Having such a handsome boy in the class, even if he didn’t say or do anything, it would be a great treat for the eyes.
