Ou Lan arrived at the school, and she was hit with a strong whiff of youthful feminine hormones.
All of this was because of Baili Mu.
Baili Mu had won the figure skating championship at the Winter Olympics three times in a row, breaking his own records multiple times.
During an interview, he had announced that he would retire after this Winter Olympics and would attend Yinghua University.
Therefore, Yinghua University, this prestigious century-old school, became agitated with youthful excitement.
The girls who adored him became even more obsessed and crazed, waiting eagerly every day.
Some girls even unfurled banners on campus, “Baili Mu, I’ll marry you as soon as you come back to the country, no discussion.”
The higher-ups at Yinghua University felt extremely honored.
The campus’s big screen replayed Baili Mu’s competition videos all day long, and countless girls gathered underneath it, gazing up in fascination.
Ou Lan looked at the big screen from afar, sighed softly, and thought, ah, once you’re in the Xiao Men, it’s as deep as the sea; from now on the prince is just another passerby, she no longer had the capital to be infatuated with Baili Mu.
The prince belonged to the young girls, and she was already a married woman.
“Ou Lan!”
Turning towards the voice, Ou Lan saw Lin Ziran waving at her.
She was dressed in a court-style princess bubble dress and even wore light makeup, standing under the big screen, ready to rush forward and kiss the screen at any moment.
Remembering the urgent matter, Ou Lan jogged over and grabbed Lin Ziran’s hand, “Come on, I have something to tell you.”
Lin Ziran didn’t move, “Whatever it is can wait, I want to finish watching Baili Mu’s competition replay.”
Ou Lan rolled her eyes, “Please, you’ve watched it N times already.”
“Well, please, a prince like jade, never tires of watching him.”
Not wasting any more words, Ou Lan pulled Lin Ziran along, “The thing I’m going to tell you, you’ll definitely be interested.”
“What is it?”
“Zhan Moxiao got remarried.”
“What?” Lin Ziran suddenly screamed, “Who said that, how do you know?”
The Zhelan Empire had two national idols, one was Baili Mu, and the other was Zhan Moxiao.
They dominated entirely different fields, entirely different types, but both captured the hearts of countless young girls.
A saying was popular online, “As a woman, if you don’t marry Zhan Moxiao, then marry Baili Mu, if not Baili Mu, then turn back and marry Zhan Moxiao.”
Lin Ziran was a faithful follower of this saying.
They arrived under the maple trees at the back of the sports field, a quiet and secluded spot.
Ou Lan announced solemnly, “The woman Zhan Moxiao married is me.”
“What?” Lin Ziran was surprised for two seconds, then, “Hahaha…” she laughed until she was breathless, even slapping the trunk of the tree beside her, “What kind of pipe dream are you having, stop kidding, okay?”
Ou Lan felt an urge to kick Lin Ziran to death, “I’m telling the truth.”
Lin Ziran still laughed bending forwards and backwards, “You’re the richest man’s wife?
Hahaha…
I might as well be the Princess Mu.”
Ou Lan didn’t waste any more words and “slap”—she displayed the marriage certificate.
Lin Ziran’s laughter stopped abruptly.
She blinked her clear, bright eyes, partly brilliant, partly clueless, “Ou Lan, are you into fake documents now?”
“Open your eyes wide and look!” Ou Lan was slightly irritated, “Even if I wanted to play with fake documents, could I get Zhan Moxiao’s photo?”
On the marriage certificate, Zhan Moxiao had unprecedentedly shed his imposing, abstinent black suit and wore only a snow-white shirt, which gave him a softer appearance than usual.
Lin Ziran began to tremble.
It felt like she had traveled through time; it took her a long while to regain her senses, “Ou Lan, you…
you really married Zhan Moxiao?”