However, Shen Yutang’s footsteps didn’t pause in the slightest, as if she hadn’t heard him at all, as though she truly didn’t care about him anymore.
The meeting room fell silent for a full three seconds before erupting in a burst of noise.
“Wow… Has Miss Shen given up on chasing Fu Hansheng? Could she take a look at me? I’m easy to win over.”
“How could she give up? She’s just doing it on purpose… Saying she wants to leave, but secretly waiting for the president to coax her back.”
“I see, so she’s changed her strategy to chase someone. But honestly, some guys really fall for this.”
“Sigh, she really loves Fu Hansheng so much. I’m totally shipping them…”
After hearing the chatter around him, Fu Hansheng’s tense jawline relaxed slightly, and his expression improved a bit.
But Shen Yutang’s recent tantrums over the past few days had truly been too excessive.
He needed to teach her a good lesson, make her realize her mistakes, and correct her arrogant attitude.
He lowered his gaze, picked up the withdrawal application on the table, glanced at it, and then slapped it back down.
Fu Hansheng’s voice was indifferent: “Let’s adjourn the meeting early today.”
“Huh? But it seems like we haven’t discussed any results today, right?”
“We’re ending the meeting already? Why does Fu Hansheng seem a bit off to me?”
Qi Lin asked: “Hansheng, are you really letting Shen Yutang withdraw just like that?”
Fu Hansheng replied nonchalantly, “She’s the one who wants to leave.”
Qi Lin whispered in persuasion: “I think you should go and coax her a bit, so you won’t regret it later.”
Regret?
Fu Hansheng sneered, the corner of his mouth curling into a disdainful arc. Without even lifting his eyelids, his voice carried certainty and scorn:
“You’re overthinking it. How could I possibly regret it?”
The group gradually dispersed from the meeting room.
It was 5 p.m., but the sky had already darkened completely, heavy with dense, suffocating clouds.
“Boom—”
A bolt of lightning split the sky, followed by flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder as a torrential downpour poured down.
At the entrance of the teaching building.
Everyone stopped in their tracks, crowding under the eaves, complaining with sighs: “Oh no, why is there suddenly such heavy rain?”
“Wasn’t it supposed to be sunny today?”
“This is terrible, terrible! I didn’t bring an umbrella… There’s no way I can run back to the dorm in this downpour, right?”
“Does anyone have shampoo? I could wash my hair on the way back while running.”
Fu Hansheng walked down the stairs unhurriedly, stopping under the eaves and taking out an exquisite, expensive black umbrella from his bag.
He slightly lifted his gaze and spotted Shen Yutang not far away.
Shen Yutang stood under the other side of the corridor, likely without an umbrella.
She wore a thin white dress, its hem dancing wildly in the strong wind, revealing her fair, straight legs that seemed to glow in the gray, rainy haze.
Some slanting raindrops fell from outside onto her beautiful face, dampening her stray strands of hair.
Fu Hansheng stood still, not moving or speaking.
However, this action couldn’t escape Qi Lin, who had been friends with him since childhood.
Qi Lin followed his gaze and said thoughtfully, “Hansheng, I see Shen Yutang doesn’t have an umbrella. Why don’t you take the initiative to offer her a ride?”
Fu Hansheng said coldly, “Can’t she come and beg me herself?”
If Shen Yutang were willing to lower herself in public, beg him, and admit that she shouldn’t have thrown her tantrums over the past two days…
He wouldn’t be unwilling to give her a way out.
Qi Lin paused, wanting to say something, but after one last glance at Fu Hansheng’s cold, rigid profile, he closed his mouth.
In this world, no one is willing to take the initiative forever…
“Hansheng-gege!”
A clear, pleasant female voice rang out.
Su Ruanruan was drenched from head to toe, her slender waist clearly outlined.
She ran up to Fu Hansheng and hugged his arm. “I wanted to find you to go eat at the cafeteria together, but I didn’t expect it to suddenly start pouring rain halfway there. Wuwu, I’m so cold…”
As she spoke, Su Ruanruan shivered slightly, like a frightened little white rabbit.
In truth, she had deliberately run over after seeing the rain.
This way, with her body soaked, it would better stir a man’s innate protective instincts.
However, Fu Hansheng showed little reaction.
His gaze remained aloof and fixed on Shen Yutang, on her thin, slender back.
Shen Yutang’s figure was very slim, as if a light gust of cold wind could blow her away.
Yet two years ago, it was this very figure that had braved torrential downpours countless times to bring him an umbrella.
—”Hansheng, you have a math competition coming up soon. You mustn’t catch a cold.”
—”No matter if it’s windy or rainy, I’ll always come to pick you up, because I like you the most!”
—”Just one call from you, and I’ll come right away. I’ll never leave. I’ll wait for you right here, always.”
The rain grew heavier, pouring down in sheets, hammering the cement ground in front of the teaching building into a vast, white mist of spray, gradually obscuring the surroundings.
Su Ruanruan gritted her teeth secretly, taking small steps to move in front of Fu Hansheng, deliberately blocking his line of sight, her eyes moist:
“What are you looking at… Aren’t we leaving yet?”
Fu Hansheng gripped the umbrella in his hand, standing motionless in place, remaining silent for a long time.
Just then, Shen Yutang had already rushed headlong into the heavy rain without looking back, using a folder to barely shield her head.
The girl’s white skirt gradually became soaked by the rain, appearing fragile, easily broken. Yet her steps were so resolute, so breathtakingly determined.
“Vroom—”
Suddenly.
A low, rumbling engine roar erupted, a beast-like sound that seemed capable of shattering the curtain of rain.
All the students present looked up in unison.
Under the dim lighting, everyone saw a pitch-black Bugatti La Voiture Noire, dark as night, pull up precisely in front of Shen Yutang.
The sports car exuded luxury and nobility, gleaming with a sharp, cold light, appearing aggressive under the downpour. A heavy, oppressive aura washed over them, making it hard to breathe.
The onlookers’ pupils contracted, stunned into speechlessness. They instinctively held their breath, staring dumbfounded at the car.
“Boom—” Thunder suddenly crashed, a silver flash of lightning making the luxury car appear even more intimidating.
“Wow… what kind of car is that? It looks incredibly expensive.”
“That’s… holy shit, that’s a freaking Bugatti La Voiture Noire! I’ve only ever seen it in novels.”
“Damn! I can’t even afford the Bugatti vehicle in Peacekeeper Elite, and here there’s a real one!!”
“Oh my god, whose car is that? It’s absolutely insane!”
“Who else could drive something like this near our teaching building? Besides that young master, who else has that kind of status?”
The driver’s side door swung upward like a wing, and a man stepped out unhurriedly, opening a large black umbrella.
He wore a black windbreaker, his nearly 190-centimeter frame tall and imposing. His sharply defined face featured stern brows and deep-set eyes that held a hint of wildness, radiating the striking intensity of a strong-featured look.
In the torrential downpour, with visibility blurred, his features appeared even more profound and mysterious, exuding an air of noble detachment.
For a moment, it felt as though time itself had frozen, and everything around them faded into insignificance.
He Jin walked over step by step, grasped Shen Yutang’s wrist, and with a slight tug, effortlessly pulled the young woman into his embrace, under the shelter of the umbrella.
Caught off guard, Shen Yutang leaned against his chest, her cheek pressed against the fabric of his windbreaker, where she could clearly feel the steady, powerful rhythm of his heartbeat.
Her mind went blank for a second, unable to process what was happening. “He… He Jin?”
“My apologies, Miss.”
He Jin still held her wrist firmly, a faint smile curling his lips as he spoke in a low, magnetic voice tinged with nonchalance, blending with the relentless drumming of the rain around them.
“I’m late.”