Spare Tire is Gone – Chapter 33.1 – Old classmate, please.

“School violence?” An Xiahe opened his mouth first. He looked at Qi Cong up and down with a strange expression. Suddenly, he got out of the elevator and stood in front of Qi Cong and asked,: “When was the last time we saw each other?”

An inexplicable question.

Qi Cong reached out and pushed An Xiahe away, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the door button, then he looked at Xiao Han and others, “It’s not good to keep the elevator stuck. Come in.”

Xiao Han and others returned to their senses and hurriedly entered the elevator. After going in, they squeezed Jiang Zhaoyan into the corner intentionally or unconsciously, to keep him away from Qi Cong.

An Xiahe turned around and looked at Qi Cong and raised his hand to press Stop button before the elevator door close and pushed Xiao Han away to stand in front of Qi Cong, asking, “Do you remember the past?”

The elevator door closed, and the others in the elevator did not go up.

Jiang Zhaoyin was annoyed at being squeezed into a corner by the crowd and was stunned when he heard An Xiahe’s question. Then his expression changed and he stretched out his hand to pull on Qi Cong’s arm/ Do you remember? What do you think of? You—”

Slap! Qi Cong slapped Jiang Zhaoyan’s hand away and turned to look at him. “Jiang Zhaoyan, didn’t I warm you the last time, that next time we will meet it will more than just one punch?”

Jiang Zhaoyan clenched his stinging hand and looked at Qi Cong. He looked at Qi Cong’s face as if he was looking for something. His expression suddenly became angry, and he stretched out his hand again to pull Qi Cong arm. “What on earth are you playing at, Qi Cong? Don’t think I don’t know that you’re pretending—”

Qi Cong once again slapped away Jiang Zhaoyan’s hand and grabbed Jiang Zhaoyan’s collar and pushed him against the elevator wall while trying to suppress his anger. “Jiang Zhaoyan, I don’t care that you sponsor Legend of Youth, but if you dare to affect Jia Jia’s work, I will fight you till you are dead and make everything I can to destroy you and Yanhuang. Don’t forget, I was once senior manager of Yanhuang and talked about a lot of business on behalf of the company. If I stood up and said that there is something wrong with your products, think about how much your baby company will be affected!”

Jiang Zhaoyan was obviously much taller than Qi Cong, but he had no way to fight against Qi Cong’s suppression. He was confused and surprised. His handsome features twisted into angry and gloomy lines. “Qi Cong, do you know what you’re talking about? There’s a limit to your tantrums!”

“Tantrums?” Qi Cong loosened his grip on Jiang Zhaoyan collar and sneered, “Jiang Zhaoyan, your arrogance and stupidity have no limit! I have left my job, and I am no longer your employee. You are not qualified to speak to me in  a commanding tone. Please set your position straight! If you really can’t talk properly, then shut up!”

When the elevator reached the thirteenth floor, Qi Cong turned his head to Xiao Han and others, gesturing to outside. “You guys go first.”

Xiao Han and others were frightened by Qi Cong’s sudden outburst and the little fight and hurriedly went out obediently. When he was sure that they were all out, Qi Cong also stepped out.

“Qi Cong, do you remember me?” An Xiahe suddenly asked.

Qi Cong looked back at An Xiahe through the elevator door that was about to be closed, making no secret of his disgust and dislike, “Of course. I remember that I have lived for more than twenty years and that I encountered a few pieces of trash that I’ll never forget.”

The elevator door closed, shutting An Xiage, who gave a strange chuckle, inside.


. . .


After nine o’clock in the evening, Shen Jia, who had finally finished eating, knocked on Qi Cong’s door.

“What’s going on?” As soon as the door opened Shen Jia rushed in, anxiously asking: ““I just heard that you and Jiang Zhaoyin clashed in the elevator? What’s going on?”

Shen Jia was followed by Zhao Zhenxun, who was clearly drunk, flushed, and looked a bit tired. As he went in, he said, “Before the end of the part, the assistant of another actor came to the hall and told the director that JiaJia’s assistant and the sponsor who came to attend the opening ceremony quarreled in front of the elevator. We guessed it was you. The producer contacted Jiang Zhaoyan, but he didn’t know what he said. What is going on?”

Qi Cong didn’t expect that this matter would reach the director. He stood aside and let the two men in and then briefly explained what happened to Jiang Zhaoyan, and then said, “I’m sorry. I was impulsive.”

Zhao Zhenxun frowning brows loosened after his explanation. “It is all right, It’s not a big problem. I’ll go and have a look.” With that, he got up and left.

Then there was only Qi Cong and Shen Jia left in the room, and Qi Cong looked at Shen Jia.

Shen Jia stood up and said, “It’s good that you weren’t bullied by Jiang Zhaoyin, Brother Cong. It’s late. I’ll go—”


Shen Jia’s steps stopped.

Qi Cong looked at Shen Jia’s back. “JiaJia, I need to know all the details. Otherwise, I don’t know what to use to suppress and counterattack Jiang Zhaoyan. Knowing the truth won’t break me. Knowing nothing will.”

Shen Jia looked back at Qi Cong, compromised, and sat down in front of Qi Cong frowning tightly. “I can say, but let me state one thing first, Cong. You’re right. It was Jiang Zhaoyin who used you. At that time, your temperament changed greatly after you had a high fever and lost your memory. Your mom thought there was something wrong with you and pressured you to go to a big hospital for a lot of tests and finally found a psychiatry department . . . The doctor was also not sure why you have changed so much. They thought that maybe your nerves became damaged after your high fever or developed a mental illness. Auntie was very anxious and wanted to take you to a better hospital for examination and treatment, but you didn’t want to, and you made a fuss about it and tried to jump off a building . . . Then Auntie compromised.”

Qi Cong didn’t know all these things; the information that Shen Jia and Qi Yin had given him before were too simple. He had always thought that he was simply suffering from amnesia. He couldn’t believe it.

“I’m . . . mentally ill?”

“The doctor just guessed that and ended up failing to confirm the diagnosis, and you. . . you just changed your personality a bit after that anyway and became overly obsessed with Jiang Zhaoyin, but there were no other symptoms, so we can’t be sure that you were really sick. Brother Cong, the examination you did after you came to Beishi have come back, I’ve seen them and they’re stating you are very healthy. Even if you were sick, you have gotten better!”

Remembering the strangely handwritten suicide note, the apartment that was so offensive in every way. Qi Cong raised his hand and pressed his forehead hard, asking: Then . . . after that, what did I do for Jiang Zhaoyin?”

Shen Jia looked as if he didn’t want to talk about it, and frowned for a long time before saying: “Not long after you got home from the hospital, you went to school for the reason of going back to school. But instead of attending classes properly, you went to see Jiang Zhaoyin. At that time, Jiang Zhaoyin wanted to start a business, and you . . . give him all the money you had. Later on, Jiang Zhaoyan returned the money to you after he made the first barrel of gold, but you took it all to buy Jiang Zhaoyan a gift.”

Qi Cong asked, “And then what happened?”

“Then you didn’t study well and were too focused on helping Jiang Zhaoyin start his own business with all your heart. Under the banner of Sanmu, you helped Jiang Zhaoyan pull investments and contact people, including the house that your mom bought for you when you became an adult, and you also gave Jiang Zhaoyan the mortgage money. Auntie couldn’t persuade you, and Jiang Zhaoyan pretended to take good care of you and guide you. So in order to protect you, Auntie simply started supporting your business venture.”

Qi Cong clenched his hand.

The story after this became simple and mundane. With Sanmu support, Yanhuang developed smoothly. Jiang Zhaoyan gradually tore off the disguise and showed his true ambition. He began to eat Sanmu from the inside through Qi Cong. Qi Yin cared too much about her son, so she was passive. At the same time, Sanmu happened to be in an important period of transformation. After being secretly trapped a few times by Jiang Zhaoyin, the business gradually collapsed.

“. . . That’s about it. I went to college in Beishi and couldn’t always keep an eye on you, so I only know the general idea, and many of the details aren’t . . . clear.” Shen Jia carefully looked at Qi Cong, who was silent all this time and comforted him. “Cong, don’t blame yourself too much. You were ill at that time, and you trusted Jiang Zhaoyan too much. That’s why . . . you weren’t completely indifferent, after Sanmu bankruptcy, you and Jiang Zhaoyan began to quarrel frequently, and then you finally left Jiang Zhaoyan company. Auntie doesn’t blame you either. Everyone knows you were ill.”

The ridiculous past was all displayed. Qi Cong digested it for a while and asked, “Then again, when did Jiang Zhaoyin and An Xiahe get together?”


Edited by: Faro


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  1. H.B.

    thank you!

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