Rebirth from the Ashes

Shen Xi’s heart sank as worry washed over her. Her gaze fell on his legs with a thin blanket laid over them, hiding away from prying eyes.

The young man glanced at her and scoffed before turning away to the window. It was clear from his indifferent yet childish demeanor that he was angry.

Although the International Class students were horsing around and yelling for Sister Xi before, they were sensible enough to quiet down after picking up on Fu Qingxuan’s not-so-subtle facial expression.

The young man was Alpha Xu’s friend who flew in from United M yesterday. He said he wanted to look around the school and experience high school life in China.

The group gazed at Fu Qingxuan and then at Shen Xi before realizing the tension between them. They exchanged a glance, trying to get an answer out of each other.

Shen Xi greeted the International Class and made a beeline towards Fu Qingxuan. She intended to walk past him unconcerned but could not resist asking him, “Young Master Qingxuan, is this the latest fad?”

F*ck!

So they knew each other!

After the shock, nosiness ensued. The International Class students were curious about what was going on between them since the young man was quite the looker. That was right. He had an unpainted face that bore androgynous beauty. Their breaths were taken away at the first look, and it only got better from there.

Alpha Xu might be handsome but he was not of the same breed. Out of all the people they had seen in their lifetime, Sister Xi was the only one in the same league as him. Sister Xi had the ice queen look that hit them in the face, albeit the charm gradually grew on them.

The pair were head-to-head and unparalleled in looks.

The question of whether they knew each other did not matter anymore as the International Class bunch was distracted by their beauty.

“Hmph!” Fu Qingxuan coldly snorted, refusing to cast her a glance.

He was injured and broke his leg in a car accident, but Meanie being Meanie never came to visit him or showed any concern!

Shen Xi sighed to herself. Since the man-child was giving her the cold shoulder, she took a seat and whipped out her phone to play with.

Livid to find Shen Xi sitting down unbothered without giving him the time of day, Fu Qingxuan sulked and pouted. By the corner of his eye, he peeked at Shen Xi before throwing his phone away.

Chu Ying had been quietly keeping an eye on them, holding her breath against the tension in the air. Noticing that Fu Qingxuan’s phone tumbled far away, she wanted to go and pick up the phone but was held back by the cold and warning look on Fu Qingxuan’s face.

Fu Qingxuan cleared his throat. “Hey, my phone dropped!”

Sitting next to him, Shen Xi was too engrossed on her phone to say a thing.

“Pick up my phone!” Fu Qingxuan was frustrated by her nonresponse.

Shen Xi remained still.

Fu Qingxuan could no longer stand it anymore. Meanie must be sent by God to get on his nerves. He restlessly and aggrievedly shouted, “Shen Xi, I dropped my phone!”

Holy sh*t!

Chu Ying was stunned.

The International Class students froze.

The young man had kept up with a standoffish demeanor from the time he wheeled in through the door, deterring them from engaging in conversation with him from after the initial greeting. Yet now, he appeared to be a pouting child throwing a tantrum with an adult.

Shen Xi knew it. She looked at him in disdain. “Is it fun throwing your phone away?”

“It was an accident!” Fu Qingxuan was too stubborn to admit to it. He pointed at the phone. “Pick it up.”

Shen Xi replied, “Pick it up yourself.”

Fu Qingxuan stuck his neck out. “I broke my leg.”

Shen Xi asked, “How did you break your leg?”

Fu Qingxuan cooled off the high pitch. “In a car accident.”

The sulky and hurting undertones in his voice pulled at Shen Xi’s heartstring. “When?”

“None of your business. Retrieve my phone.” Fu Qingxuan did not sound as harsh. In fact, he resembled a poor puppy dog.

Shen Xi finally picked up the phone and handed it to him. Accustomed to getting down to eye level when talking to a person in a wheelchair, she calmly inquired, “Are you going to go home yourself, or do I have to call your big brother?”

“I’m not here for you!” Fu Qingxuan was flushed in the face. “I came to have fun with Pei Xu. I could care less even if you call upon the Jade Emperor himself.”

Their exchange gave the International Class one whammy after another. Did the young man leave home? What was his relationship with Sister Xi?

“Great.” Shen Xi then returned to her seat.

At the door, a shriek cut through the room. “Jesus Christ. What happened to your leg, Fu Qingxuan?”

Without looking up, Shen Xi could tell it was Song Wenye. With the talent show over and done with, the girls were given two days off before work came in full swing.

Freaked out, Song Wenye came rushing in and fussed about Fu Qingxuan. Having heard he was in an accident, she expressed her deepest sympathy and concern with a bunch of questions. “How are you feeling now? Does it still hurt? When can you stand up? I hope there won’t be any complications.”

Fu Qingxuan begrudgingly stared at Shen Xi and turned up the volume. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, thank you for your concern.”

Meanie should take a good look at how a normal person would think and react. Was it that hard for her to offer sympathy and show some concern?

The International Class was shocked to find the pretty boy not only knew Alpha Xu and Sister Xi, but he also met Song Wenye before!

Song Wenye felt sorry for the young man’s leg as it only added a flaw to his beauty if that perfect pair of legs suffered a long-term hobbling complication or failed to stand up again. She could rest knowing that he was fine. She looked around the room. “Where’s Alpha Xu?”

With Chu Ying having the chance to talk, at last, she could release the chatty beast within her. Raising her hand, she jolted up and gazed at Fu Qingxuan. “Alpha Xu went to get breakfast for him!”

Getting the picture, Song Wenye pulled a seat next to Fu Qingxuan. “So Alpha Xu went to fetch you from the airport yesterday?”

Fu Qingxuan acknowledged that fact.

Song Wenye practiced free rein when talking. She might show restraint in public, but she let everything loose in front of her people. She scoffed. “Ho*s before bros!”

Fu Qingxuan gave her a strange look.

Song Wenye chuckled. “I’m not saying that he shouldn’t pick you up, but yesterday was my debut performance. What I’m trying to say is, you’re more important to him than I am.”

The explanation just made the situation weirder.

The International Class bunch exchanged complicated looks but were stopped from probing further by Song Wenye’s intimidating glare. What was going on? Song Wenye only injected suggestive elements into the innocent topic with that comment.