Ye Mengyao was stunned.
Her mind was in turmoil, as she never expected Jiang Che would say such things.
Was he... chasing after the childhood version of me?
Indeed, when they were young, she and Jiang Che were the envy of others as childhood sweethearts. She would often follow behind Jiang Che everywhere he went. Those days were so beautiful, filled with innocent friendship and pure hearts.
"I understand now, so that's how it was..."
A bitter feeling welled up in Ye Mengyao's heart, her chest felt heavy, and she felt like crying.
So Jiang Che had liked her since such an early age, but now he no longer harbored those feelings.
She had realized everything too late...
But she wasn't going to give up!
Jiang Che, you chased after me for two years before, now it's my turn to chase you, okay? Give me a chance!
The young woman silently encouraged herself.
......
The news of Ye Mengyao's public confession to Jiang Che quickly spread throughout Shilan School.
It caused quite a stir.
Countless boys who secretly admired her had their hearts crushed to dust.
Meanwhile, Jiang Che, the cause of all this, remained remarkably calm and composed.
"Wan'er, want a ride? Come to my place and tutor me?"
Jiang Che's handsome face showed a mischievous smile as he cornered Yu Wan'er.
Right after toying with the young lady's feelings, he went after her best friend - how delightful.
"I don't want to teach you. I need to take my mother for dialysis tomorrow. You can pay me first, and I'll owe you the lesson."
Yu Wan'er clutched her backpack and ducked under Jiang Che's arm. The petite girl was so small she didn't even need to lower her head - she barely reached his shoulder height.
"Heh... you want to get my money for nothing? It doesn't work that way."
"Tomorrow is tomorrow, but you're giving me today's lesson first!"
Jiang Che grabbed Yu Wan'er and pushed her into the car.
Yu Wan'er wasn't particularly alarmed, as she had grown accustomed to Jiang Che's touch.
"Hmph, you big jerk! You're trying to play with Sister Mengyao's feelings!"
As an experienced manipulator herself, Yu Wan'er could see right through Jiang Che's game of stringing Ye Mengyao along. He was simply a complete pervert who not only bullied her but also wanted to toy with Mengyao's feelings.
"Heh... worried about your dear Sister Mengyao? Aren't you just her fake friend? Stop pretending to be innocent."
"You're the one pretending! How dare you question my friendship with Sister Mengyao!"
Jiang Che laughed, "What's wrong? Am I not better than you? At least I saved Ye Mengyao's life, and now she's so grateful she's practically throwing herself at me. What have you ever done for her? You're nothing but a tick sucking her blood."
He had told this lie so many times he was starting to believe it himself.
"You—"
Yu Wan'er bared her little fangs as Jiang Che's every word hit her weak spots perfectly.
"Hmph, you must have had ulterior motives when you saved Sister Mengyao. Stop pretending to be a good person... How could a pervert like you reject Ye Mengyao?"
"That's right, I can't resist Ye Mengyao. So what? Is that wrong?"
"You~~~Ah!!!"
She was too angry for words.
...
Though Yu Wan'er was manipulative, she wasn't fundamentally bad - when paid, she at least did her job!
She tutored Jiang Che very seriously, though she had to constantly guard against his wandering hands.
"Are you even listening?"
The little girl was getting frustrated, glaring at Jiang Che.
She had been working hard teaching him, but it seemed like he hadn't been paying any attention!
"Of course, isn't this problem simple?"
Jiang Che took the pen and casually wrote down the answer.
"Eh? It's correct? Jiang Che, have you done this problem before?"
"No."
"Hmph, I don't believe you!"
Yu Wan'er had a sweet fragrance about her and was very soft - undoubtedly possessing the special qualities of a main female protagonist.
After all, to cater to all readers' preferences, the hack writer had included every type - from cute petite girls to proud young ladies, cold female police officers, domineering female CEOs... everything imaginable.
Since he had already taken on the villain's role, he naturally had to take everything from the protagonist - not just his opportunities... but his women too!
...Yellow dividing line...
Just as Jiang Che had predicted, once boundaries were crossed... they would keep getting lower.
All evil began with just a single kiss.
"Pah! You perverted creep!"
Yu Wan'er glared at Jiang Che fiercely, looking like she wanted to devour him whole.
At the same time, the young girl was terrified inside. How had things turned out this way?
Her boundaries were constantly being broken!
At first, she had completely rejected even a kiss!
......
At this moment.
Ye Mengyao's family had arrived at the front gate of the Jiang family villa.
"Manager Li, Jiang Che previously saved our Mengyao, so we came specially today to express our gratitude."
Ye Changkong's attitude was very respectful, lowering himself even before the Jiang family's butler. After all, Jiang Che had done their family a great favor, and the Jiang family was very powerful - being Hangcheng's wealthiest wasn't just empty talk. Actually... they hadn't come just to express thanks, there were some other small intentions mixed in.
Butler Li Ming nodded, "The Jiang family is home, please follow me..."
Ye Mengyao followed behind her parents, taking in the Jiang family's villa complex. Such standalone villas were quite common to this young lady - each one cost just a few hundred million to build.
Besides, she used to come play here often when she was young, playing hide-and-seek with Jiang Che in the garden. Those scenes gradually became clearer in the young woman's mind.
Without realizing it, tears began to well up in her eyes.
But just then, her gaze lifted slightly.
And she froze completely.
On the third floor of the villa, in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, two familiar figures...
It was Jiang Che, and... and Yu Wan'er!!!
Ye Mengyao's mind was buzzing with shock. She had never imagined... that Jiang Che and Yu Wan'er would be...
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