At dismissal time, waves of students surged towards the school gate. A luxurious black Lincoln stretch limousine slowly approached Haixin’s gate. The Lincoln moved through the crowd, when the driver suddenly braked. “Sorry, young master, there are too many students now…” the driver apologized. Xing Tuo looked up, said nothing, closed his laptop, rubbed his forehead. His handsome face expressionless, he asked: “Are we here?” “Yes, just a bit further and we’ll be at Haixin Middle School’s gate,” the driver replied. Xing Tuo nodded, the car window slowly lowered, he gazed outside. The autumn sunset made his deep phoenix eyes narrow. Was this the middle school he once attended? Did he really study here? Why no memories?
His gaze wandered through the bustling crowd.
Before returning home, he had secretly sent people to investigate Xia Qianxi’s information over the past ten years, discovering that she was actually teaching at Haixing, and he tried every possible way to prevent him from going there. Unexpectedly, he ran there alone today. Xing Tuo suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, “I heard that the land in Haixing belongs to our Xing family, is that right?”
“Uh, yes,” Lei Xi looked at him puzzled. “But why are you suddenly asking about this?”
“I think it’s a pity to use that land for a school.”
“You…” Lei Xi felt a slight unease.
Xing Tuo said, “I want to take it back. That land is in a prime location, quiet yet central, with unlimited potential.”
“You want to take it back, but what about the school?” Lei Xi asked uneasily.
“Relocate!” Xing Tuo glanced at him as if the question was ridiculous.
Lei Xi was reluctant: “But wouldn’t that be a massive project? And there might be some procedural complications. After all, it’s such a large school.”
Xing Tuo nodded: “Yes, it’ll be troublesome, but worth it.”
