The Abusive Novel System Pleads with Me to Resign-Chapter 92

Upon returning to the party, Zhu Qingya couldn’t wait to announce her decision to relinquish her inheritance of the company. To emphasize the seriousness of her resolve, she even publicly cut off her long, jet-black hair—her crowning glory.

The party erupted in shock, leaving Xiao Yun and the others utterly speechless.

The other three took it relatively well. Their feelings toward Zhu Qingya weren’t complicated, and though her decision seemed abrupt, they chose to respect it after the initial surprise.

But for Xiao Yun, the news was a bitter pill to swallow. Until today, all he had hoped for was her return. Yet now, her comeback only heralded a far greater separation.

A sense of betrayal and abandonment gnawed at him. Yet, before Zhu Qingya’s announcement, Shen Ying’s words still echoed in his ears:

Zhu Qingya had been so obvious that even someone who’d met her just once could easily guess her intentions. Meanwhile, he had clung to his own wishful thinking, deliberately ignoring the signs of her dreams and wavering resolve.

With such earth-shattering news, the party naturally couldn’t continue. Guests dispersed, buzzing with gossip, while Shen Ying hitched a ride with Zhong Chen.

Only Xiao Yun and Zhu Qingya remained, standing face to face in silence.

From the car window, the trio watched the two of them, locked in a wordless standoff, and couldn’t help but groan.

Xing Jiale sighed. "Well, it’s over. Once Qingya leaves, who knows how long A-Yun’s going to wear that dead-man’s face?"

Gong Zhaoxi chimed in, "Let’s do the math. Last time she left—after graduation—he moped for at least a month, right?"

"This time? Three months minimum."

The mere thought of the group’s impending gloom made Xing Jiale’s head throb. He turned to Shen Ying. "Did Qingya say anything else to you?"

Shen Ying shrugged. "Not much. She just needs some emotional support right now."

Xing Jiale nodded. "Figures. Once she makes up her mind, there’s no changing it."

Concern for Xiao Yun’s feelings cast a pall over the group—even Zhong Chen, who had just brawled with him earlier, seemed subdued.

Only Shen Ying, well-fed, well-drunk, and now armed with a beautiful woman’s contact info, remained in high spirits.

It wasn’t until the car entered Shen Ying’s neighborhood—rows of aging, clustered buildings—that the trio snapped out of their thoughts.

Zhong Chen suddenly asked, "Which one’s yours?"

Shen Ying pointed. "It’s hard to turn around inside, so just drop me off at the intersection."

Zhong Chen straightened, feigning nonchalance. "No problem. My driver’s skilled."

"Besides, I’ve always been curious about what the slums look like inside. Never had the chance before, but since we’re here, might as well take a look."

Shen Ying shot him a look. Ah, the audacity of this relic from an ancient era—how has he not been punched in the face yet?

Oh right. He’s the untouchable king of his social circle, surrounded by sycophants. That explains it.

Xing Jiale suddenly perked up. "Actually, I’m curious too."

"You’ve got millions now, right? Why not move? Do you like it here, or is there something about this place that mansions can’t compare to?"

Gong Zhaoxi smirked. "I’d also love to see the environment that shaped your personality."

"From the outside, it doesn’t look special. I bet the real mystery is inside your home."

Their intentions were painfully transparent. Shen Ying couldn’t even be bothered to call them out.

Seeing her indifference, Zhong Chen pressed on. "Are you worried I’ll mock you?"

"Relax. I’d never nitpick as a guest."

"Sure, it won’t compare to how I’ve hosted you, but as long as your hospitality is sincere, that’s enough."

Xing Jiale winced. "A-Chen, that’s still way too arrogant."

"I think Shen Ying’s just shy. First time hosting classmates—it’s understandable if she’s nervous."

Gong Zhaoxi played the peacemaker. "We’re easy guests, really. No need for fancy tea or snacks. The basics are fine."

Shen Ying deadpanned, "Relax. It’s not shyness or nerves. I just have no intention of hosting you."

The atmosphere in the car froze.

Zhong Chen’s lips thinned. "I went out of my way to drive you home, and you won’t even extend a polite invitation?"

"I might not even accept."

Xing Jiale jumped in. "Exactly! Even if we don’t go up, you should at least say the words! Straight-up refusing is just rude."

"Look, you’ve made things awkward."

Gong Zhaoxi played the good cop. "These two are petty—especially A-Chen. No matter what he’s thinking, you’ve got to humor him. Otherwise, he’ll throw a fit."

"Why not just pretend to invite him? With his pride, he’d never actually go up even if you asked."

Bullshit. The moment she invited them, they’d bolt out of the car to inspect her territory.

Shen Ying nodded, as if agreeing with Gong Zhaoxi’s reasoning.

When they reached her building, she stepped out first. The trio waited expectantly for her to speak.

Instead, she smiled, slowly shut the car door, and signaled the driver to leave.

"Hey! You didn’t say anything!"

"She went back on her word!"

"Who cares? We didn’t even want to go up anyway!"

Their heads crammed against the window, hurling protests as the car drove off. Shen Ying finally headed upstairs.

The next day was still the weekend. Shen Ying had plans to go shopping with Xia Meng, but the moment she stepped out, Xiao Yun intercepted her.

He looked at her. "She’s leaving in a few days. She wants to see you once more before she goes."

Even if Shen Ying hadn’t been swayed by Zhu Qingya’s beauty, long legs, or delicate hands, the stocks she’d bought that morning would’ve convinced her.

So she cheerfully agreed, texting Xia Meng to reschedule.

Overnight, it was unclear whether Zhu Qingya had convinced her parents, but when Shen Ying arrived at the Zhu residence again, the air was heavy.

The elder Zhus didn’t seem to be home. Zhu Qingya was in her room, packing her luggage herself.

Her face brightened when she saw Shen Ying. "You came? I hope my sudden invitation didn’t disrupt your plans."

Shen Ying waved it off. "Not at all. I also wanted another taste of your chef’s cooking."

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Now that’s extravagance. Shen Ying almost felt guilty.

"No need for such trouble," she quickly said.

Zhu Qingya’s smile faded. "I don’t know when I’ll be back after this."

"These small gestures are all I can do for you all now."

Mentioning her uncertain return stirred Xiao Yun’s suppressed grief.

"I’ll let you two talk alone," he said quietly, stepping out.

Watching his dejected figure, Zhu Qingya sighed. "Honestly, the only thing weighing on me is A-Yun."

"He was severely withdrawn as a child. It took so much effort just to bring him out of his shell."

"Even now, after all these years, he’s only close to A-Chen and the others. So when he mentioned you on his own, I was thrilled."

"Did you know? Whether it’s me, A-Chen, or the others—"

"Alright, in the beginning, we all came together because of family ties. In other words, our gathering was orchestrated by our families."

"But you're the first friend Xiao Yun chose for himself. You're special to him."

Shen Ying sighed helplessly, "Why does this suddenly sound like entrusting an orphan to someone?"

"Didn’t we say it before? That guy needs to learn to stand on his own two feet. Instead of worrying about him, you should worry about yourself."

Zhu Qingya’s face flashed with surprise. "Me?"

Shen Ying nodded. "Yes, you. Going abroad alone might not be smooth sailing for you."

Zhu Qingya understood and replied, "I know. The academic pressure will be intense, and getting a lawyer’s license won’t be easy. It’ll be even harder to join the law firm I aspire to in a place where the Zhu family’s connections don’t reach—"

Shen Ying cut her off. "That’s not the issue. You don’t need to worry about that. With your abilities, your career has always been smooth sailing."

"I’m talking about your personal life."

Zhu Qingya was puzzled. "What… do you mean?"

Shen Ying took out her phone, opened Zhu Qingya’s social media, and clicked on a set of nine-grid photos she had posted recently.

They were from a friend’s birthday party she attended abroad, with many people in the frame—both men and women.

Shen Ying pointed at a handsome, mature foreign man in one of the photos. "Is this your boyfriend?"

Zhu Qingya couldn’t hold back her shock. "Is it that obvious?"

She had only agreed to date him three days ago and hadn’t told anyone back home—not even her parents or Xiao Yun.

In that photo, though the man’s gaze at her was tender and lingering, her own eyes were fixed on the birthday girl. It shouldn’t have been so easy to figure out.

Zhu Qingya had plenty of suitors. Even Xiao Yun hadn’t suspected anything when he saw these photos.

She asked in astonishment, "How did you tell?"

Shen Ying replied, "That’s not important. This guy is no good. Dump him."

"Ah? This, I—" Zhu Qingya’s beautiful face was filled with confusion at how the conversation had taken this turn.

Shen Ying continued, "I could tell at a glance—this guy is deceitful, greedy, selfish, and violent."

"His face is full of lies, and his actual background is definitely different from what he told you."

"He might seem gentle, but he’s the type who can’t control his temper—a habitual abuser. You can check his exes; I guarantee every one of them has experienced violence."

"If you get involved with someone like this after going abroad, you won’t be the one worrying about Xiao Yun anymore." ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Zhu Qingya stared at Shen Ying for a long moment before bursting into laughter—

"Are you saying all this for Xiao Yun’s sake?"

Seeing that she thought it was a joke, Shen Ying didn’t explain. Even if Zhu Qingya didn’t take it seriously, someone else would.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhu Qingya finished speaking, the door was flung open.

Xiao Yun looked at Shen Ying with a grave expression. "Is what you said true?"

He pulled Shen Ying out of Zhu Qingya’s room and confronted her outside. "I hope you’re just talking nonsense."

"But I’ve seen with my own eyes how you can dissect two strangers down to their bones."

"So, is it true? Is that guy really a scumbag with bad intentions trying to get close to her?"

Shen Ying nodded. "If things are left unchecked, they might even get married. And by then, Senior Zhu would have a hard time getting a divorce."

She patted Xiao Yun’s shoulder. "If you don’t want to see that happen, you should follow her."

Xiao Yun fell into deep thought, but Shen Ying had no doubt about his choice.

Sure enough, a few days later, after Shen Ying, Zhong Chen, and the others saw Zhu Qingya off at the airport, Xiao Yun arrived late.

But in his hand was a ticket for the next flight.