Wen Nuan sat beneath the pronade, removing her baseball cap and letting her hair down. She swung her legs carefree. Any student who had walked through this high school would likely never forget this **love-laden corridor**.
*The scent of flowers knows affection; lovers et after the roses.*
Unfortunately, when she was in high school, Fang Liucheng had already graduated. Once, a boy who admired her asked to et under the rose trellis, and she rejected him there.
There was a legend at the school: it was said that those who made lifelong vows in the Rose Pronade would live happily ever after, forever.
Many alumni couples had walked out of this very place.
At that ti, the couples in their class, wishing for a blessed relationship, would make promises to each other in the Rose Pronade to care for each other for a lifeti, never to part.
And girls without boyfriends eagerly hoped to et their Prince Charming in the Rose Pronade.
As she was lost in thought, Wen Nuan suddenly felt a searing gaze fixed on her. Her heart leaped, and she turned her head to see **Ye Feimo** standing in the pronade. Sunlight filtered through the morning glory trellis, scattering in golden specks across his face. From Wen Nuan’s perspective, countless rays of light stread through the trellis, dancing in the dust motes, as if imbued with endless warmth.
Wen Nuan’s smile faded, her mood plumting. She couldn’t help but turn her face away, pretending Ye Feimo wasn’t there.
With so many places in the school, why was he here?
It truly proved the saying: **enemies always cross paths.**
Ye Feimo’s gaze intently bore into Wen Nuan, as if trying to see through her. Wen Nuan, however, remained calm, admiring the roses like a wooden figure. Neither of them moved. Wen Nuan thought, *I should leave. It’s not like I haven’t seen the Rose Pronade before, and I’m not a high school student waiting for a lover here. Why should I still sit here?*
But then she reconsidered. This pronade wasn’t his property, so why should she leave just because he arrived? That made no sense. She wouldn’t leave.
With that thought, Wen Nuan appeared much calr.
Ye Feimo looked at Wen Nuan with a deep gaze. He, too, hadn’t expected to encounter her here.
He stood motionless, coldly staring at her. The sight of her looking up and smiling monts ago was truly beautiful. He regretted not taking out his phone earlier to capture it; it would have been the most beautiful scene.
After sitting for a while, they seed to be in a silent standoff, neither speaking.
A girl in sports attire walked past the pronade, turning back with a slightly curious look at the two of them. Fortunately, it was the weekend, and not everyone attended the school sports et. Many people were taking naps at noon, otherwise, with people constantly passing by, they would surely cause a sensation.
Wen Nuan gave a self-deprecating smile. She was truly regressing, getting into a silent spat with him here. *Forget it, I’ll go find Mandong.* It was too boring. She admitted that in terms of composure, she was no match for Ye Feimo; she couldn’t remain as unperturbed and expressionless as he could.
She was annoyed by him and didn’t want to continue this agitation. It was better to be out of sight, out of mind.
Wen Nuan put on her baseball cap. She had barely taken two steps when soone grabbed her. Wen Nuan was furious. *Standing there, not saying a word, yet not letting her leave. What did this young master an?*
"Let go!" Wen Nuan said coldly. Ye Feimo was truly a person with a strange temper—selfish, cold, and awkward. Wen Nuan had told herself countless tis to be understanding of his mood.
He insulted her simply because he was prejudiced against her profession, and she shouldn’t be angry with him.
But people have dignity and pride.
She couldn’t endure his repeated insults, and it wasn’t the first ti.
The first ti he insulted her, she still had the presence of mind to retort and didn’t feel very angry. But this ti, she was genuinely angry.
No matter how unrelated people insult you, you can coldly smile and not care. But Ye Feimo, to her, was not soone she didn’t care about. Precisely because she cared, she found his humiliation of her character unforgivable.
To this day, he hadn’t even offered a single word of apology.
In F City, he almost raped her.
If she hadn’t cried and his mont of madness hadn’t softened, he probably would have raped her. This was also unforgivable.
In truth, thinking so much, resenting him, was simply because she understood better than anyone that Ye Feimo didn’t like her, which was why he treated her so carelessly. If he liked her, he wouldn’t act this way.
Wen Nuan struggled hard to break free but couldn’t escape Ye Feimo’s grip. She grew a little angry and looked at him with a cold smile. "Ye Feimo, what is the aning of this? Are you mute? Where’s your venomous tongue? Say it again! Say I’m naturally cheap, that I love vanity, that I’m self-righteous! Why aren’t you saying anything? Or do you want to rape in broad daylight? Your Ye family controls A City; you can do whatever you want. Even if you kill soone, soone will take the bla for you. So go ahead and do whatever you want, don’t just stand there silently!"
Her barbed words deepened Ye Feimo’s expression. He knew Wen Nuan resented him.
"Go back and cook!" Ye Feimo actually wanted to apologize, but for so reason, the words that ca out were precisely that sentence. He was annoyed with himself. *Was ’I’m sorry’ so difficult to say?*
Wen Nuan looked at him expressionlessly, then gave a cold laugh. "52737041, that’s the number for household services, thank you!"
Ye Feimo’s lips twitched. As if fearing Wen Nuan would break free, he tightened his grip on her hand, squeezing her bones until they ached. She gritted her teeth and endured it. Ye Feimo said, "Go back and cook!"
"52737041. Please dial this number; you’ll be satisfied. The services provided by that company are guaranteed to please you, Young Master Ye," Wen Nuan said indifferently.
"What do you want, so you’ll agree to go back?"
"Go back for what? To inconvenience you?" Wen Nuan asked sharply. Ye Feimo’s expression changed slightly as if he thought of sothing. Wen Nuan took advantage of his distraction and shook off his hand.
"If you’re talking about the contract, I’ll keep my promise. Whenever you want , I’ll clean myself and spread my legs waiting for you. As for anything else, spare . I don’t want to hear it," Wen Nuan said coldly.
Ye Feimo frowned. He knew Wen Nuan was actually a little hedgehog, not always a docile white rabbit. She usually just hid her quills, pretending to be a white rabbit.
When he truly pricked her, it actually hurt quite a bit.
Ye Feimo looked at her. Ti seed to flow backward, returning to how she looked when he first t her, so vibrant and full of youth. Wen Nuan turned and walked away. Ye Feimo watched her retreating back, his gaze deep and obscure.
Wen Nuan walked out of the Rose Pronade, letting out a long sigh of relief.
She couldn’t help but tug at a tree branch. "Stupid pig, slly pig! You can’t even apologize! Pig, pig, pig..."
She turned back, glared fiercely at the person in the Rose Pronade, and then ran towards the teachers’ apartnt, ignoring him.
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