Shen Yutang stood rooted to the spot, staring at that familiar face, momentarily lost in thought.
Her lips trembled, her voice quivering, “He Jin…”
Suddenly, she felt like crying.
He Jin was her childhood sweetheart, the young master of the He family conglomerate, her equal in status, someone she had grown up with since childhood.
The young master stood at the pinnacle of the pyramid, famously sharp-tongued, cynical, arrogant, and unrestrained. Since they were young, he had always opposed her, always saying things to provoke her.
He was her arch-nemesis.
Back when she was humbly pursuing Fu Hansheng, he had sneered at her with cold indifference:
“The young lady has gone blind, and her brain’s gone haywire.”
“Chasing after a toad like that.”
Shen Yutang had never hated anyone so much!
How could that bastard He Jin be so annoying?
Because of Fu Hansheng, they had countless fierce arguments.
He Jin had once asked half-jokingly, “Young lady, do you really think he’s better than me?”
Shen Yutang had retorted confidently, “Yes! Fu Hansheng is better than you, a thousand times, ten thousand times better in every way!”
But a year later, she was kidnapped by kidnappers.
Fu Hansheng unhesitatingly chose to save Su Ruanruan first, missing the most critical and dangerous period for Shen Yutang.
She was stabbed several times by the kidnappers, covered in blood, and nearly raped.
Just then.
A familiar, tall figure came rushing toward her.
It was He Jin.
He had hired top-tier assassins from somewhere at a high price, shooting all the kidnappers on the spot, blood splattering across the entire dock.
Before Shen Yutang closed her eyes.
He strode over, knelt on one knee before her, and held her tightly with his warm body. His slender, well-defined fingers carefully wiped away her tears.
In the eyes of that usually arrogant and unrestrained man, there was a tenderness she had never seen before.
He said, “Tangtang, don’t cry.”
…
In the novel, He Jin’s ending was not a good one. He later became the main antagonist and, in the end, inexplicably fell into depression, jumping from a tall building to a tragic death.
Shen Yutang’s eyes gradually reddened.
He Jin’s breath hitched for a second before he leaned in flippantly, his tone sarcastic:
“Who’s been bullying my young lady, huh?”
He walked over, closing in on her, his body exuding a faint, cool mint scent, sharp yet pleasant.
The boy behind him rolled his eyes, “Tch, who else could it be? Definitely that green tea bitch Fu Hansheng, haha.”
If it were before, Shen Yutang would have been angry at their slander of Fu Hansheng.
But now, Shen Yutang’s attention was entirely on He Jin.
At this moment, he was still alive.
Since birth, they had always bickered, but it was only minor squabbles. He Jin had helped her skip classes, taught bullies a lesson for her, and even done her homework.
It wasn’t until university, when Shen Yutang humbly pursued Fu Hansheng, that their conflicts escalated and intensified.
In her previous life, before she died, she only felt that He Jin’s body was incredibly warm.
If she had another chance, she really wanted to hug him.
Shen Yutang thought it, and she did it.
She reached out and wrapped her arms around his lean, strong waist, her voice soft: “He Jin…”
She silently said in her heart: I’m sorry.
She shouldn’t have argued with him countless times over Fu Hansheng.
It wasn’t until she died that she realized who was truly worth cherishing.
“What the…” Zhou He, standing behind He Jin, widened his eyes in shock, “What the hell? Possessed?”
Whenever Miss Shen and Young Master He met, the atmosphere was either tense as drawn swords or heavy with life-and-death animosity.
When did they ever end up hugging each other?
Was the world turning magical?!
Zhou He wasn’t the only one shocked.
He Jin’s body stiffened for a moment, his bones tingling as if every blood cell in his body had suddenly boiled over and clamored.
In his arms was the soft, fragrant body of a woman, carrying a faint, elusive scent of roses—pleasant and soothing.
He Jin swallowed, gripping her shoulders to pull her away. He raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing and utterly infuriating:
“Miss Shen, holding on so tight—could it be you’ve got a secret crush on me?”
Shen Yutang: “…”
Here we go again, with his ridiculous antics!
She abruptly let go, the bit of gratitude she’d felt instantly shattered into pieces. She retorted quietly:
“Who has a crush on you? Do you have to be so full of yourself?”
He Jin wasn’t angered; instead, he chuckled, tilting his chin toward her. His voice was casual: “Why are you all wet?”
Shen Yutang looked down. Her shoulders were soaked, and there were traces of spilled alcohol on the front of her dress.
It was from when Su Ruanruan had bumped into her earlier, spilling the drink she was holding.
Shen Yutang was wearing a thin white dress. After being soaked with alcohol, it faintly revealed the curves of her body, exuding an indescribable allure and temptation.
“Ah!” Shen Yutang gasped in surprise, immediately covering her chest.
The next second.
A warm jacket suddenly fell over her shoulders.
He Jin had taken off his black windbreaker and patiently draped it over her. His previously sharp tone softened considerably:
“Put it on.”
Zhou He: “?”
Oh my god, bro…
Weren’t you and Miss Shen sworn enemies? Weren’t you rivals who couldn’t stand the sight of each other? Didn’t you want to strangle each other every time you met?
What on earth are you doing now?!
Shen Yutang was also stunned for a moment, instinctively wrapping the jacket tighter around herself.
The windbreaker carried the scent and aura of a man, along with the lingering warmth of his body. It felt cozy, just like when He Jin had held her with heartache in her previous life before she died.
Shen Yutang’s heart stirred slightly. “Thank you.”
“How rare—you actually know how to be polite.” He Jin was as sarcastic as ever, leaning in slightly. “How are you going to thank me?”
Shen Yutang: “How do you want me to thank you?”
He Jin thought for a moment, enunciating each word clearly: “This afternoon, at the volleyball match—come cheer for me.”
Shen Yutang was a bit confused.
Young Master He was practically a magnet for beautiful girls at school. Was he really short on people to cheer for him?
Still, Shen Yutang nodded. “Alright, it’s a deal.”
In this life, she wanted to properly mend the relationship between them.
“Wait…” Zhou He beside them widened his eyes. “Miss Shen, do you know who Jin-ge is playing against?”
But before he could finish, Shen Yutang had already left.
Zhou He’s face was full of worry: “That lovesick fool Shen Yutang—she won’t suddenly change sides and go support Fu Hansheng later, will she?”
Because the volleyball match this afternoon was He Jin versus Fu Hansheng!
What kind of god-tier showdown was this?!
He Jin’s lips tightened, but he said nothing, silently watching Shen Yutang’s slender figure as she walked away.
The man’s narrow, captivating peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly, their depths as dark as ink.
Soon, it was afternoon.
Inside the Capital University gymnasium.
The seats were packed with students, the noise deafening, while the girls below screamed wildly.
“Oh my god, oh my god, today is the finance department versus the math department—I’m about to witness the two campus heartthrobs face off! So exciting!”
“Fu Hansheng vs. He Jin—it’s practically the showdown of the century! Who do you think will win?”
“Hey, speaking of which, since Fu Hansheng is playing today, Shen Yutang will probably come to cheer him on, right?”