Partings are of course inevitable, and every farewell anticipates a reunion.
In the afternoon, when the sunlight was just right, Shen Liguang drove Cen Jiaxiang and the others to the airport.
The group chatted and joked around in the car, their tones tinged with a touch of reluctance.
Cen Jiaxiang: "Make sure to invite to your wedding feast when you guys get married."
Shen Liguang nodded: "We’ll definitely let you know."
Zhao Zhi: "Tsk, it’ll be a few years before Li Guang gets married, right? Is the young lady even of legal age yet?"
Wei Yi laughed from behind: "How many years should that get him? Cen Jiaxiang, you study law, enlighten us."
Cen Jiaxiang facetiously smiled: "At least three years, I’d say."
"I think he’s going to be a permanent fixture in jail."
Laughter filled the car, and Shen Liguang’s lips curved into a slight smile.
Marriage is still a long way off; she’s just a sophomore now.
But he couldn’t wait.
By the end of August, school was starting, and the arrival of the freshn injected a vibrant energy into the campus.
Lin Lishan gazed unwaveringly at a few good-looking boys.
"Don’t you already have Sheng Chen?"
Lin Lishan: "Mmm, isn’t he away? Can’t I look at handso guys? Maybe he’s looking at pretty girls out there too."
Fu Ying nodded: "Maybe that’s true."
Afterward, a calm week passed by. He was busy putting out fires—literally and figuratively—and she, hugging a few books, ran around classrooms, the library, and the cafeteria every day.
That Shi Xiaofeng showed up again, offering her another love letter.
He didn’t pursue her aggressively, just appeared when appropriate, no stubborn words, just a letter of affection.
He was more restrained than she had imagined. Each ti he delivered a love letter, he was nervously in knots, and once he handed it over, he’d run off as if he didn’t need any response from Fu Ying—just for her to take the letter was enough.
But...
Fu Ying stared at the jade bracelet on her wrist and sighed, stepping forward to stop him, returning the love letter: "Sorry, I have a boyfriend now. I wanted to tell you last ti, but you ran off too quickly for to catch up."
"I really do have a boyfriend, the kind you’ve t parents with and are going to marry."
Shi Xiaofeng was stunned, his eyes showing disappointnt as he reached out and took back the letter.
"Well, then, okay. I wish you happiness."
Fu Ying watched his retreating figure with a tinge of lancholy.
As the sun set, Fu Ying let out a sigh and walked towards the school gates.
"What if your firefighter brother finds out, will he get jealous?"
Fu Ying laughed and couldn’t help but smile: "He’s very magnanimous."
"Hey, have you heard about that freshman Wang Xinyu?"
Fu Ying nodded; she had indeed heard about this person.
It was said that this freshman, Wang Xinyu, ca from a business family, newly rich, with so cash on hand, attending school while driving luxury cars, a lot of girls head over heels for him just because he’s wealthy.
But what kind of woman hadn’t a rich second generation seen? Those won who fought to be close to him didn’t interest him at all; he only had eyes for those who played hard to get.
A few days ago, she had seen Cheng Yiyi try to hit on this rich second generation, only to get rejected.
Lin Lishan said again: "You’re different from those girls crowding around him. Do you think he might co after you?"
Fu Ying shook her head: "No, he won’t."
"You never know."
Lin Lishan sized her up. Fu Ying wasn’t tall, just barely over 160 cm even with shoes, not the tall and slender type, but she had a sweet appearance and a gentle, demure nature—quite different from those other girls.
They were now exiting the school gate, and Lin Lishan spotted Fu Yan.
"Your little bro is here to pick you up."
Fu Ying looked up, her little bro leaning against a new car, dressed exceptionally handso today.
At one glance, she knew he wasn’t here for her.
"I’ll head off first."
Fu Ying nodded, parting with Lin Lishan at the school entrance.
Fu Ying walked towards Fu Yan. Her little bro was looking down at his phone. He stepped aside when soone approached, looked up to see it was Fu Ying, and then glanced down again.
No particular surprise.
"Dad let you drive?"
Fu Yan didn’t look up, his voice sounded sowhat reluctant to entertain her: "Busted in, the last car accident wasn’t my fault anyway."
"Are you here to pick up and take ho?"
As Fu Ying asked this question, there was a commotion at the school entrance.
College isn’t as rigid as high school, after all, we’re all adults, so the school doesn’t control things too strictly.
That freshman rich kid, Wang Xinyu, had set his sights on Jin Can.
Jin Can was quite unique; she had a cool personality, appeared innocent yet tempting, was beautiful, and with a few followers, she had so reputation at the school.
That rich second-generation guy was now blocking Jin Can’s way.
"Senior sister, be my girlfriend."
Jin Can looked up, her smile slightly cold, her red lips curled up as she spewed out a single word: "Scram."
Jin Can withdrew her gaze, planning to walk around him.
The rich kid, shalessly persistent, the more he was rejected, the more determined he beca, imdiately pursued her, laughing inappropriately: "Don’t be like that, senior sister, I really like you, for real, whatever you want as my girlfriend, I’ll buy for you."
Jin Can ran out of patience and retorted: "Buy your mom."
Fu Yan chuckled at this and asked Fu Ying, "Who’s that?"
Fu Ying shook her head: "A freshman, I don’t know him, but I heard his family is quite wealthy."
"Freshman? Not tired from military training?"
"Probably not tired," Fu Ying got into the car, ready to have her brother send her ho, then she saw her brother’s tall and strong back heading towards Jin Can’s direction.
The rich kid was still shalessly blocking Jin Can’s way, badgering her.
Jin Can gradually losing all patience, was almost ready to resort to physical ans.
Fu Yan walked over and pulled Jin Can into his arms.
Fu Ying suddenly felt her brother was so cool as she watched this scene from inside the car.
"What are you doing, kid?"
Jin Can was startled, looked up at him, gave a slight smile, but didn’t struggle.
"What are you doing? Who are you?"
"We’re already shoulder-to-shoulder, can’t you tell who I am?" Fu Yan said nacingly, and the rich kid got a bit scared.
"Does my girlfriend know about this? Scram quickly. If I see you harassing my girlfriend again, I will not let you off easy."
Fu Yan raised his hand as if to strike him, the rich kid instinctively closed his eyes, realizing Fu Yan was not soone to ss with, and promptly slinked off into his sports car.
He didn’t forget to curse Fu Yan: "What kind of manners, so rough."
That coward fled without a trace; Fu Yan’s hand still on Jin Can’s shoulder.
Jin Can licked her lips and asked with a smile, "How long do you plan to hold ?"
"I just helped you drive away that coward, and you’re not the least bit thankful?"
"How should I thank you? Offer myself to you?"
Fu Yan sized her up, swallowing hard: "Well, that could work, even though your figure isn’t that great, I’m not picky."
Jin Can’s lips curved into a smile and she pushed away Fu Yan’s hand.
"Dream on."
Fu Yan howled in pain: "Damn! It hurts, it hurts."
Jin Can shoved off his hand and rode off on her motorcycle, donning her helt and soaring away.
Fu Yan covered his fingers, cursing silently as he watched her figure vanish.
Shit, such an ungrateful person.
Fu Ying, after watching the long show, couldn’t help but laugh at her brother’s defeated look.
Fu Yan frowned: "Laughing at what?"
Fu Ying shook her head: "Nothing."
"Scram, get out of the car."
Fu Ying: "..."
A gust of wind blew by her feet as the luxury car vanished without a trace, as if an arrow had been released from its bow.
Fu Ying stood in the autumn day, cursing Fu Yan hundreds of tis.
She intended to go to the bus station to wait for a ride when Fu Yan ca back again.
The car window rolled down, and he smiled obsequiously: "Do your brother a favor."
Fu Ying frowned, ignored him, and got on the public bus.
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