Daiyu: After being reborn, who still wants to be a yandere?

"Xiaoyan!"

Mr. Zheng called Zheng Yan's name from behind.

Everyone in the family calls her that, even her father calls her that when he occasionally calls her grandfather and talks about himself.

The voice sounded so familiar that Zheng Yan couldn't help but look back. Seeing it was the old man, she frowned in dissatisfaction but didn't respond.

Deputy Director Huang couldn't help but turn around and look at the old man. He knew that Principal Zheng's daughter was called Zheng Yan, but the old man seemed to be calling her too familiarly, as if he was an elder.

Wang Xiaoli said sarcastically:

"That old man is really sick."

Zheng Yan also curled her lips, with a mocking look in her eyes and an arrogant expression, and turned around and went into the office with Deputy Director Huang and the others.

Mr. Zheng and Bai Fan hurried over, and Mr. Zheng continued to shout to Zheng Yan:

"Xiaoyan, I really am your grandfather. Did you have a dispute with Daiyu and Siyu about what happened today? This is Daiyu's grandmother. She held you in her arms when you were a child."

Zheng Yan was just sneering at first, but now her expression turned into anger. She laughed coldly and said:

"Don't think that just because you know my name, you can pretend to be my grandfather. Are you worthy of calling me Xiaoyan?"

Bai Fan also explained:

"Xiaoyan, Old Zheng really wasn't lying, he really is your grandfather!"

Wang Xiaoli couldn't hold it in any longer. She turned around and looked at the two old people, glancing at them from head to toe, and laughed until she almost choked:

"Please, both of you, pick out some nicer clothes before you try to scam me!"

Today, Mr. Zheng was wearing a loose and comfortable grey linen suit, which was more homely in style and had no logos on it. Bai Fan, on the other hand, was wearing a handmade slant-collar shirt that Daiyu had sewn for her, and a pair of handmade cloth shoes on her feet, which also had no brand at all.

No. 6 Middle School does not force students to wear school uniforms. All of Zheng Yan's clothes are from famous brands. Wang Xiaoli does not believe that the two simple people in front of her could know the principal's daughter.

When Zheng Yan heard Lin Daiyu's name, she was overjoyed. She turned around and snorted:

"Grandma Lin Daiyu, huh? Very good, your granddaughter hit me today and my wrist was injured. Can you... afford to compensate me?"

After saying that, Zheng Yan raised her hand and showed them the plaster on her wrist.

Mr. Zheng hurriedly persuaded:

"Xiaoyan, let's discuss something."

Zheng Yan said loudly: "Discuss? Just you guys?"

After saying that, they entered the office and locked the door heavily.

Bai Fan and Zheng Lao were left alone, panicking and at a loss.

At the Lin family, after Lin Chenhui hung up the phone, Ye Su hurriedly asked him how the situation was.

Lin Chenhui lowered his eyes and replied:

"What happened today... that rebellious girl, she beat up the principal's daughter, Zheng Laosun's daughter, so..."

He glanced at Ye Su, his eyes full of shock and turmoil.

Ye Su was a smart man and understood it immediately.

"You mean... we just happened to do a favor for the Zheng family?"

Lin Chenhui stroked his mustache with his hand, looking thoughtful:

"Yes, we should weigh the importance of Zhu Shiquan and Mr. Zheng."

For businessmen, the most important thing is to balance interests.

Lin Chenhui immediately called Principal Zheng and explained to him that someone had accidentally injured Miss Zheng at school. He had already contacted Deputy Director Huang to help them with the relationship and would definitely give Miss Zheng justice.

Principal Zheng:

"Thank you, Mr. Lin, for your concern for my daughter. I have also contacted Director Huang. I, Zheng, will definitely not let the brawlers off."

Lin Chenhui:

"Then... I hope Principal Zheng can help recommend me to Mr. Zheng."

Principal Zheng: "Of course, of course, Mr. Lin, please rest assured."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Chenhui looked confident of victory.

Let's talk about He Shuirong. He was sitting in the back seat of the car, turning on the computer, and typing hard on the keyboard with his bony fingers. He hacked into the surveillance system of No. 6 Middle School and saw a police car entering the campus. His eyes instantly turned cold.

The video follows the police car as it stops.

Move the mouse to the next front section, and the camera switches to the downstairs of the girls’ dormitory:

The girl was wearing a honey-colored long skirt, with a cool and cold figure. The pair of silver handcuffs on her hands were extremely eye-catching.

In the video, Chen Wang was holding a cigarette between his fingers, flicking the ash arrogantly. Through the screen, one could see a spark from his cigarette butt falling onto the hem of the girl's skirt.

The girl's body was a little stiff, and she subconsciously shook the hem of her skirt.

The next moment, a pair of hands pushed her shoulders hard and pushed her to the back seat of the car...

He Shuirong's eyes became increasingly gloomy, and the air pressure in the car was terribly low—

Xie Yun didn't dare to breathe.

"Get rid of this man!"

The car light has a color temperature of 6000k. Under the bright white light, the man's joints are protruding, and he looks terrifyingly cold. His fingertips tap on the computer screen, freezing his face.

Xie Yun then asked:

"Okay, then... Mr. He... are we going to the police station now?"

"Click", there was a sound of the computer screen closing heavily.

"Get out of the car and give me the car keys."

The black SUV quickly traveled through the streets of Shuangxi Town like a swallow after the rain.

Shuangxi Police Station.

Zheng Yan and Wang Xiaoli had just finished signing the documents and walked out of Deputy Director Huang's office.

Chen Wang was still in the basement, preparing confession and admission of guilt documents for Daiyu and Huang Siyu, and was just waiting for them to sign and stamp their fingerprints.

He had just finished lighting a cigarette and was enjoying the physical and mental pleasure brought by the quick handling of cases. It seemed that his performance this year would be stable again.

The cell phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. Chen Wang looked at the phone with dissatisfaction. Why is he calling so late at night? It was so annoying. He hung up on the spot.

After a while, the phone rang again, it was the same number. He frowned and pressed the answer button.

"Chen Wang, did you take over the theft case at Nancheng No. 6 Middle School today?"

The other party's tone was urgent and aggressive.

Chen Wang’s first reaction was that this person was probably a new intern in the bureau. When the report was first received, the bureau assigned the case to the intern, but it was later intercepted by Chen Wang.

Young people just don't know the rules. They can't even respect their seniors. They dare to call him "Chen Wang" by his full name. Chen Wang is dissatisfied and corrects him:

"It's a campus fight. Also, who are you?"

The person on the other end of the phone was so angry that his voice rose several notches:

"What kind of fighting case? Have you found the evidence? Release the person immediately!"

Chen Wang's voice was lazy and unfocused:

"Your last name is Wang, right?"

Hearing that Chen Wang still had time to ask his last name, the other party was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he replied unhappily:

"Ah."

That's right. The new intern's last name is "Wang". His ancestors were farmers, so his background is cleaner than his face. In the workplace, knowing yourself and the enemy is the key to success.

For every new colleague, Chen Wang would check their information. In their bureau, it would be easy to check the household registration information.

Knowing that the other party was an insignificant little shrimp, Chen Wang's voice became even more indifferent. He crossed his legs and his tone became even more frivolous and disdainful:

"Come on, I took this case. You are just an intern. What qualifications do you have to... question me?"

After saying that, Chen Wang hung up the phone.

There was a busy tone on the phone.

As for Director Wang, he sat there trembling with fear, not daring to look up. The man opposite him had a terrifyingly gloomy expression.