Winning Women's Hearts—I've Never Feared Any Rival in This

"Meng Jie, this is for you." Huang Fei handed the breakfast to Shen Mengjie with a smile. "I thought you might like this flavor."

Shen Mengjie looked at Huang Fei and chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with a lively glow. "Thank you."

As she spoke, she glanced around, spotting Li Longlong and Xu Shuai, who was standing beside Wang Lijuan. She then turned her gaze back. "I really like it."

Hearing Shen Mengjie say she liked it, Huang Fei inexplicably felt a wave of relief wash over him.

Was it because he saw her smile?

Probably so.

She seemed so genuine in front of him...

Shen Mengjie waved her fingers in front of Huang Fei’s eyes.

He snapped back to reality.

Shen Mengjie teased, "I’ve told you before, staring at a girl like that isn’t polite. Why do you keep forgetting?"

"Because you’re really beautiful."

The remark unexpectedly struck her as funny, and she lowered her head, laughing silently—a uniquely charming sight.

She rolled her eyes naturally. "I’ve noticed you’re getting smoother with your words."

"By the way, isn’t there one more person in your dorm? Why didn’t he come?" Shen Mengjie’s tone carried a faint trace of resentment.

Huang Fei picked up on it immediately. "Long Aotian had something to do, so he couldn’t make it. And... I hope you won’t hold it against him..."

No one understood better than him—if Long Aotian hadn’t considered him a brother, he would’ve just watched Huang Fei make a fool of himself instead of risking Shen Mengjie’s displeasure to warn him.

Shen Mengjie raised an eyebrow playfully, leaning closer to Huang Fei with a smirk. "Didn’t you know women can be petty and hold grudges?"

The words left Huang Fei at a loss for a response.

Fortunately, Shen Mengjie was only teasing. She then walked over to Han Xiaojing’s seat, lazily twirling a pen between her fingers while resting her chin on her hand.

Huang Fei watched her for a moment before joining Li Longlong.

"What’s the situation?" Li Longlong whispered as soon as Huang Fei sat down.

"Seems like she still has some resentment toward Long Aotian."

"Seriously? What’s she got to resent? As the saying goes, 'If you don’t want others to know, don’t do it in the first place'..."

But seeing Huang Fei lost in thought, Li Longlong held back the rest of his words.

Torn between his friend and the girl he liked, Huang Fei was clearly struggling.

After class ended, Shen Mengjie packed up and headed off campus.

She had plans today.

After all, she was a woman of her word—if she agreed to an invitation, she’d follow through.

She wondered what kind of experience this one would bring.

If it turned out too boring, she’d just leave early.

With that thought, she stepped outside the campus.

In the distance, she spotted a guy with black-framed glasses standing under a tree.

She approached but suddenly paused.

After a brief hesitation, she pulled up the collar of her jacket, concealing her long, graceful neck and delicate collarbones beneath the fabric.

"Excuse me, are you Senior Wang?"

Standing before him like a flawless jade, her bright, expressive eyes shimmered with amusement, captivating at first glance.

"Y-yes, I am. You must be Shen Mengjie?"

"Hmph! Senior didn’t recognize Meng Jie right away, but I knew it was you the moment I saw you."

Though her tone was reproachful, Senior Wang just scratched his head, grinning foolishly, as if he’d lost most of his wits.

"N-no, I just didn’t see you properly. If I had, I’d have recognized you immediately."

Shen Mengjie rolled her eyes. "Now it sounds like I’m being petty."

The eye roll left Senior Wang staring dumbfounded. "No, no, I didn’t mean it like that—"

Shen Mengjie suddenly laughed, her playful gaze fixed on him. "Just kidding. So, Senior Wang, did you invite Meng Jie out just to stand here and chat?"

"If that’s all, I should probably go."

Senior Wang quickly stepped forward. "No, no! I mentioned treating you to a meal. Let’s go eat—I got so caught up talking, I forgot. Shall we?"

"Hahaha! My ambitions soar high—one day, I’ll stand atop the world and laugh at the heavens!"

A voice abruptly rang out.

Everyone nearby, including Shen Mengjie, turned toward the source.

Ye Liangchen strode forward, hands in his pockets, flashing a grin.

"What a coincidence, we meet again." He flicked his hair and nodded at Shen Mengjie.

Only then did he turn to Senior Wang, exuding confidence. "Hello, the name’s Ye Liangchen."

Watching his theatrics, Shen Mengjie barely suppressed a laugh. Just like yesterday—did he really think this was cool?

"Sorry, I overheard your name. Shen Mengjie, mind if I borrow Senior Wang for a quick chat?"

Shen Mengjie smirked, finding the whole scene increasingly amusing.

She nodded indifferently and stepped aside, curious to see what absurd antics Ye Liangchen would pull next.

"What’s your problem?" Ye Liangchen asked once Shen Mengjie was out of earshot. He flicked his hair again. "Look, we’re both here to impress a girl. Let’s save each other some face—otherwise, things might get awkward. I’ll make it simple: here’s a hundred bucks. Let me show off a little."

"A hundred bucks for a show-off? If you can’t afford it, stay out of it. At least three hundred!"

"Damn, you’re not even as good-looking as me, and my charisma just now? I’m being polite here. Three hundred is pushing it."

"One-fifty, max."

"I’m the one who invited Shen Mengjie out. If you want to show off in front of her but can’t even cough up the cash, maybe you should just go home to mommy. Don’t ruin my lunch date!"

With a dismissive glance, he turned to rejoin Shen Mengjie.

"Pfft, seriously? This is hilarious!" Ye Liangchen laughed mockingly before following. "When it comes to winning women over, I’ve never backed down!"

At the restaurant, Ye Liangchen sat at the table next to theirs.

No matter what Senior Wang said, he’d scoff, take a sip of his soda, and shake his head...

Once or twice was fine, but after the third or fourth time, it was clearly intentional.

Senior Wang slammed the table, glaring at him. "Are you trying to pick a fight?"

Shen Mengjie sighed at the scene...

If it were Long Aotian, he’d have nipped this nonsense in the bud from the start...

She quickly shook her head, wondering why Long Aotian had subconsciously come to mind.

Having lost interest, there was no reason to stay any longer.

Shen Mengjie stood up. "Senior Wang, I’ll be leaving now!" she said, grabbing her things before turning to go.

Seeing this, Ye Liangchen was about to chase after her when Senior Wang abruptly stopped him. "You ruined my date, and now you think you can just walk away?"

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