Jiang Siming heard the sound and casually glanced back, but he couldn’t move his gaze away.
Feeling Jiang Siming’s burning stare, Li Shengxue’s face turned as red as fire.
However, she mustered her courage, step by step approaching Jiang Siming. Resolutely, she raised her head, her gaze tender and filled with longing.
"I’ve always wanted to tell you... I like you. I’m leaving tomorrow... I don’t know when I’ll be back, so... could you... make
yours?"
After saying this, Li Shengxue was so embarrassed that she closed her eyes, not daring to et Jiang Siming’s gaze.
But after a long while, Li Shengxue received no response from Jiang Siming. Thinking he had rejected her, she opened her eyes in heart-wrenching pain, only to find Jiang Siming was no longer in the living room.
"Shengxue, could you bring
a towel?" Jiang Siming suddenly called out from the bathroom.
Li Shengxue turned around and saw that Jiang Siming was already completely undressed, washing himself in the shower. He was so quick that he had already washed his hair and was rinsing off.
"Why are you... taking a shower?" Li Shengxue asked in confusion, her face full of disbelief.
Without hesitation, Jiang Siming replied, "You already took a bath. If I don’t wash up, wouldn’t I seem dirty? How could I have the nerve to lie on your bed?"
Li Shengxue imdiately understood, covered her face, and ran to her bedroom.
After a while, she ca out again, holding a dry towel and handed it to Jiang Siming.
"Why... are you so fast at showering?" Li Shengxue realized that while she was fetching the towel, Jiang Siming had already finished, taking the towel and beginning to dry his hair.
"How could I not be quick? Every mont of a spring night is worth a thousand gold."
Jiang Siming said this, threw the towel back into the bathroom, and rushed out to carry Li Shengxue into the bedroom.
...
The next morning at dawn, Jiang Siming walked out of Li Shengxue’s fragrant room, finding the house already empty.
On the table, there was breakfast and a letter full of heartfelt words Li Shengxue had written to him.
The handwriting was delicate, and the paper carried tear stains, suggesting that Li Shengxue had cried when she left.
In truth, Jiang Siming had already known she was awake, but he understood that parting was inevitable. If he got up, it would only make it harder for her to leave.
It was better to pretend to be asleep, giving her a little space to cope.
Knowing Li Shengxue had already left, Jiang Siming tidied up the room. However, the blood-stained bedsheet from the night before seed to have been secretly taken away by Li Shengxue.
After tidying up the room, Jiang Siming locked the door and left. Before leaving, Li Shengxue had even left him a house key, clearly treating him as soone she deeply cherished.
"Ah! I forgot to tell her to take the elixirs!" Jiang Siming slapped his thigh in frustration. The joy of the night before had made him forget.
Jiang Siming wanted to call her, but her phone was already turned off, likely because she was on the plane. Once she arrived in Beijing, her phone would probably be under soone else’s control, and he would have to wait for her to contact him. ??????????????
"Hopefully, she really takes those elixirs," Jiang Siming sighed, knowing there was nothing more he could do for now.
When he walked out of the apartnt, the sa aunt was still there. She greeted Jiang Siming warmly but then gave him a serious warning.
"Young man, I see Xiaoxue as my own daughter. I bless your relationship, but if you ever wrong her, don’t bla , Aunt ng, for not letting you off!"
Jiang Siming nodded seriously and said, "Don’t worry, Aunt ng. I’ll always rember that."
"You’re such a sensible young man. Alright, off you go then," Aunt ng said with a smile.
Jiang Siming bid her farewell and left the police apartnt.
As night fell.
At a fairly nice restaurant in Shanghai, a group of young n and won stood outside, eagerly waiting for soone important to arrive.
"Why isn’t the class monitor here yet?"
"I don’t know. Maybe they’re stuck in traffic."
"I heard Sakura got a new Jaguar worth 1.5 million yuan. So rich."
"Back in school, I was closest to the class monitor. I was her best male friend!"
"I even had a crush on the class monitor, but I just didn’t dare to confess."
These people are Jiang Siming and Li Yingzi’s high school classmates, forr peers from the sa class.
Most of them work in the Jiangsu-Zhejiang-Shanghai region, though so are in Guangdong or Beijing.
Those who could make it all ca, except for those who were too busy with work or, like Jiang Siming in the past, felt they hadn’t achieved much and were too ashad to show up.
Even so, about thirty people gathered, which was quite a lot.
In previous reunions, only a dozen or so would co, but this year, after hearing that Li Yingzi had risen to a prominent position, the attendance doubled—quite an interesting phenonon.
The ones standing outside were mostly n, all dressed neatly; at worst, they wore modest suits from Hai Lan’s Ho.
So even had shiny car keys hanging from their waists, flashing conspicuously in the open, catching the eye.
"Hey, Fatty, your suit must be from Aobao Fani, right? It costs at least five thousand, doesn’t it?"
"It’s okay, not as flashy as you, Er Gou. Didn’t you buy a VW Teramont this year? That car costs over three hundred thousand, right?"
"Not that much. Most of it ca from my wife’s family. I’m struggling with the car loan now. How could I compare with the class monitor?"
"I heard the class monitor ntion in the group chat that Jiang Siming would co to this reunion."
"Jiang Siming? That na sounds so familiar. Isn’t there a super popular strear recently by that na? Earned a billion in one night!"
"It’s just the sa na. Jiang Siming is our classmate, rember? He used to be considered the most handso guy in school by so of the silly girls in our class."
"Oh, it’s him. How’s he doing now?"
"Not great, from what I’ve heard. Didn’t Dajun say at the last reunion a couple of years ago that he even borrowed five hundred yuan from him? Is that true, Dajun?"
"Haha, yeah! I blocked him imdiately, thought he was a scamr. I an, how broke must you be to need five hundred yuan? A single foot massage costs
over a thousand!"
*Hahaha!* The group of n burst into laughter.
While they were having a good ti chatting, a figure unfamiliar to them walked over.
Although the person seed unfamiliar, there was sothing oddly familiar about him, as if they’d seen him sowhere before.
Moreover, his physique and looks were stunning enough to make them feel utterly insignificant.
They assud he was so celebrity they hadn’t t before.
The man approached them and asked, "Excuse , could you tell
where the room for Nantian High School’s 12th-year reunion is?"
"Uh... it’s on the third floor, in the Yaxuan room," soone answered.
"Thank you." After asking, he headed toward the restaurant.
"Hey, bro, are you the husband of one of our female classmates?" Dajun called out to Jiang Siming, assuming he must be soone’s spouse.
The man turned around and, with an expressionless look, replied, "I’m Jiang Siming."
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After saying that, Jiang Siming turned and walked into the restaurant.
The group was left standing there, their eyes wide with shock.
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