Time passed slowly, and Wen Zhi finally began to feel full. She patted her slightly rounded belly and reluctantly put down her chopsticks.
Across from her, Su Wenjing had finished eating long ago. He was idly playing with his phone, occasionally glancing in Wen Zhi’s direction. But seeing the girl so focused on her meal, he decided not to disturb her.
When she set down her chopsticks, he asked, “Full?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Alright, let’s go. I’ll take you back to campus. Any later and you won’t be able to get into your dorm.”
After all, the dormitory curfew at Haida University was 11 p.m., and it was already half past ten.
Wen Zhi was stunned. Only now did she have a moment to check her phone screen—10:30?!
“Ahhhhh, hurry, hurry, we need to go quickly!” she exclaimed, hastily grabbing her small crossbody bag and rushing outside.
When passing by the cashier, Wen Zhi tried to pay, but was told, “Sorry, Miss. Mr. Su is a member here. All dining charges are automatically billed to his account. So your bill has already been settled.”
Wen Zhi: “Huh?!”
She turned her head to look at Su Wenjing and said unhappily, “Didn’t we agree that I’d treat?”
Facing the girl’s questioning, Su Wenjing smiled carelessly. “How could I really let you pay? This meal isn’t cheap, junior. You can treat me back once you start earning money.”
“I’ll be waiting.” He drew out the three words, speaking slowly and deliberately.
“I can afford to treat you to this meal,” Wen Zhi insisted, feeling somewhat underestimated. She explained earnestly, a hint of resentment in her tone.
She was actually a bit of a young heiress. Her parents gave her a generous allowance every year, and she often won prize money from major competitions she participated in—and it was quite substantial.
But Su Wenjing ignored her remark. He simply raised the hand holding his car keys toward her and strode out.
Helpless, Wen Zhi could only follow.
As they neared the school gate, Wen Zhi saw Su Wenjing about to drive straight in and quickly asked him to stop.
“Hey, hey, it’s fine, senior. Just stop right at the main gate. Your car is too eye-catching to drive inside.”
She didn’t want to get caught up in any gossip so soon after starting university.
Su Wenjing understood her thoughts perfectly. Surprisingly, Wen Zhi was quite straightforward about it.
“Alright, head back then,” he nodded, not keeping the girl any longer.
After thanking him, Wen Zhi got out of the car. Su Wenjing watched her walk several dozen meters before she suddenly turned and hurried back, her long hair flying behind her.
Leaning against the passenger window, Wen Zhi asked in a soft, sweet voice, “I almost forgot—I still don’t know your name.”
Su Wenjing had thought she’d left something behind. Hearing this, he chuckled lightly. “Su Wenjing.”
Satisfied, Wen Zhi nodded, gave a small wave, and then jogged away.
No kidding—if she didn’t run now, she’d really end up sleeping on the streets!
Watching her figure disappear into the night, Su Wenjing curved his lips into a smile before driving off into the distance.
Wen Zhi dashed into the dormitory just as the dorm supervisor was about to lock the doors.
Panting heavily, her fair face flushed bright red, she placed one hand on her hip and the other over her heart, feeling it thump wildly.
“I never pushed myself this hard even during the 800-meter run in high school,” Wen Zhi murmured.
Her heart rate felt like it was about to explode.
The night deepened, moonlight streaming through the dormitory window and scattering mottled shadows across the floor.
As soon as Wen Zhi opened the dormitory door, she saw Li Yue and the others sitting in a row below, staring intently at the entrance.
The way they greeted her felt like a criminal awaiting sentencing in court.
Standing among them, her large eyes darting nervously, she appeared somewhat guilty.
“Wen Zhi, who exactly did you go out with tonight? Why did you stand us up?!”
A short-haired girl took the lead, hands on her hips, adopting an interrogative stance—this was Zhang Tingting.
Wen Zhi swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and tried to appear calm and composed. She smiled slightly, revealing two small canine teeth, and said, “Oh, I just had dinner with a senior, nothing major.”
“What senior? Tell us quickly!” Li Yue pressed eagerly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“I knew it! I just knew our beauty would be swept away by someone else!”
“Tell us, tell us! Which guy has the charm to take our campus belle Wen Zhi out?”
After all, since the start of the semester, countless men had been captivated by Wen Zhi’s face. As a dance major, her posture and figure were exceptional, and many men had their eyes on their little beauty.
Unfortunately, whether faced with their flattery or sudden confessions, Wen Zhi always rejected them outright.
Gradually, everyone came to realize that although this dance academy beauty looked sweet, her rejections were firm and unfeeling.
Wen Zhi looked at them, feeling somewhat helpless. She knew she’d be interrogated upon returning.
So, she decided to tell the truth: “He’s a senior who graduated from our school, named Su Wenjing.”
“Su Wenjing?” The group gasped in unison, their eyes widening as if they’d just heard a shocking secret.
“Yes, that’s him,” Wen Zhi nodded, her expression calm.
“Oh my god! Su Wenjing? The heir to Jingsheng Group?” Li Yue shrieked, her voice filled with disbelief.
Wen Zhi was startled by her outburst and quickly covered her mouth. “Keep it down, don’t be so loud.”
Hearing this, everyone lowered their voices, but their curiosity and excitement only grew. They crowded around Wen Zhi, bombarding her with questions.
“Zhi Zhi, are you sure his name is really Su Wenjing? But I heard he never takes the initiative to have dinner with girls!”
“Zhi Zhi, how did you meet Su Wenjing? Why would he invite you to dinner?”
“Do you two have some secret relationship?”
“Tell us, tell us, or we won’t let you off!”
Surrounded by them, Wen Zhi felt a bit overwhelmed.
“What secret relationship could I possibly have?”
Looking at their excited faces, she couldn’t help but feel amused.
“Anyway, he told me his name himself. Whether it’s true or not, I don’t know. But he seems a bit… roguish?”
“Is he handsome?!” Zhang Tingting’s eyes practically sparkled as she asked the key question.
To this, Wen Zhi didn’t deny it. “Yes, he is.”
“Wait a moment, let me find the photo.” Li Yue quickly scrolled through her phone’s photo album. She had saved Su Wenjing’s picture online earlier—after all, that face was a feast for the eyes even just stored in her phone!