Xia Shuran had no idea what Chi Yu wanted, and even less desire to go to the appointment.
She forcibly suppressed the panic in her heart and put her phone away with a composed expression.
Casually, she set Chen Feifei’s mirror back upright.
Xia Shuran raised her eyes, gave her a wink, and shot back in a tone ten times more sarcastic:
“Tell that childhood betrothed of yours—her future husband just asked to show me his abs.”
Chen Feifei was still reeling from the shock of “how could Chi Yu proactively send a message like that to a woman.”
Hearing Xia Shuran’s words, even if she couldn’t believe it, the facts were right there in front of her.
Faced with Xia Shuran’s provocation, she had nothing to retort with, so she could only put on a sour face to save face.
She wished Xia Shuran would stop talking—today had already humiliated her enough.
She thought that even if she couldn’t compare to Xu Yanxi, that rich girl,
she still had a sense of superiority over ordinary girls like Jiang Xiaoyue and Su Yao.
And today, she’d let those two pigs laugh at her.
Xia Shuran left to organize the clothes in her suitcase.
Jiang Xiaoyue, that little sycophant, kept calling her “goddess” left and right, bustling about to help make her bed.
Chen Feifei let out a sigh of relief. She turned off her curling iron and pretended to play with her phone, but her mind was churning with thoughts.
The reason she’d been rude to Xia Shuran earlier was, first, that she’d disliked Xia Shuran at first sight—a scheming little tease, annoying just to look at.
Second, it involved Chi Yu.
Her vanity got the better of her. She couldn’t reach Chi Yu herself, but she was Xu Yanxi’s friend.
And Xu Yanxi was Chi Yu’s friend.
So that meant she was connected, right?
But she’d stumbled. She never expected Chi Yu to treat Xia Shuran so well.
No one could have seen that coming.
Chen Feifei had latched onto Xu Yanxi and had plenty of opportunities to attend events in their circle.
She knew Chi Yu better than most other girls.
Most people only knew that Chi Yu’s family was well-off, but not how well-off they really were.
Chi Yu himself was very low-key, and low-key was the consistent style of the Chi family.
Truly wealthy people don’t flaunt their money, and they don’t like being in the spotlight, so his family had shut down the old forum.
The new one the school had built now was nowhere near the scale of the old one.
The school also forbade people from discussing Chi Yu, setting up banned keywords.
Of course, explosive news like today was an exception—no matter how much the higher-ups tried to silence it, the gossip crowd only grew.
Chen Feifei had seen Chi Yu more times than the average girl.
She knew Chi Yu was cold to his pursuers, even to Xu Yanxi, who’d grown up with him.
He’d already rejected her the first time she confessed.
After that, Xu Yanxi continued to interact with Chi Yu as a friend.
Of course, all of this was told to Chen Feifei by Xu Yanxi while she was drunk, crying and incoherent.
Chi Yu is interested in Xia Shuran. That was the conclusion Chen Feifei reached after her thoughts twisted and turned a hundred times.
When a man treats a strange woman well, any fool knows why.
Jealousy surged instantly, but soon, Chen Feifei felt relieved.
She did like Chi Yu—good family background, handsome face, who wouldn’t?
But she also knew her place. And thinking about how even Xu Yanxi had been rejected, she immediately felt better.
Still, liking someone and marrying them were two different things.
Anyway, Xu Yanxi had told Chen Feifei that the two families had arranged a childhood betrothal, just kept it a secret.
With the betrothal already set, could he really back out?
After being rejected, Xu Yanxi gave herself an out, saying they could still be friends—it was actually a strategy.
Chi Yu didn’t mind normal friendships.
But what woman wanted to be just friends with him? They were all after a relationship.
So, Chi Yu only had one female friend around him: Xu Yanxi.
As long as Xu Yanxi held on, she’d eventually see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Moreover, Chen Feifei had heard through the grapevine that Chairman Chi was in poor health and had been in a sanatorium for a long time.
This hidden billionaire had assets spread across the globe.
His only son, Chi Yu, faced the heavy burden of single-handedly steering assets worth hundreds of billions, all before even finishing his college education.
(This was information only known in the inner circle.
When Chen Feifei heard it back then, she was so excited she couldn’t sleep all night,
counting the zeros on her fingers until she almost didn’t recognize money anymore.
But she never told anyone. Come on—how could ordinary people be worthy of knowing!
More importantly, she didn’t dare gossip about it outside.
This was also the reason Chi Yu had gotten an Ivy League offer but stayed in the country for college.
He needed to quickly familiarize himself with the family business.
Those uncles of his were no pushovers—they all wanted to swallow up as much of the assets as they could while Chi Yu, that wolf cub, hadn’t grown up yet.
Chen Feifei thought, who knows, maybe one day when Chairman Chi kicked the bucket, he’d force Chi Yu to marry Xu Yanxi.
As for Xia Shuran, aside from having a decent appearance, she was good for nothing and had no right to compete with Xu Yanxi.
Thinking this, Chen Feifei secretly glanced back at Xia Shuran, who was bending over to grab her clothes.
Chen Feifei marveled inwardly—her figure was really good.
Damn it, why did her flesh obey her so well, all going to the right places?
After Xia Shuran made her bed, she didn’t stay in the dorm.
Jiang Xiaoyue wanted to go out with her, but she declined.
Xia Shuran needed to think carefully about the matter with Chi Yu—whether to go to the appointment or not, she still hadn’t reached a conclusion.
She found a secluded path on campus, barely traveled by anyone, and sat down on a bench, her brows furrowed.
Suddenly, a message came through on her phone—an address sent by Chi Yu.
With a nervous heart, Xia Shuran opened the chat window and saw the address was located at a villa on top of a mountain in the western suburbs.
Xia Shuran was puzzled—what kind of villa was built on a mountaintop?
【Ten o’clock tonight】
Seeing these words from Chi Yu, Xia Shuran had already decided not to go.
A remote villa, and at night—was he trying to film a crime scene or something?
Chi Yu sent another message,
【Chiara, you’ll come, right? Please don’t make me wait for you alone again】
Xia Shuran froze.
It would be a lie to say she wasn’t surprised.
He had such a cold demeanor, yet he could say something like that.
But the next sentence sent a chill down her spine,
【I like that little mole on you—it’s very cute】