Xia Ruohan hadn’t expected Jun Lin to come pick her up at school, especially not so openly in his Rolls-Royce.
In all of D City, there were only a handful of limited-edition Rolls-Royces, and Jun Lin’s Rolls-Royce Phantom was one of a kind.
“Ruoruo, is that Young Master Jun’s car?” Ruan Jinxi looked utterly shocked as she pointed at the Rolls-Royce.
Xia Ruohan nodded.
“Ruoruo, you know Young Master Jun?” Song Nan feigned ignorance and asked with a puzzled expression.
“I do…”
“How do you know him?! That’s Young Master Jun, after all!”
“It was just a misunderstanding.” Xia Ruohan had absolutely no desire to tell anyone about that old business that had already been resolved.
As they spoke, the three of them had walked up to the Rolls-Royce. Xia Ruohan tapped on the passenger-side window, and it quickly rolled down, revealing Jun Lin’s handsome, expressionless face.
Ruan Jinxi hadn’t expected Jun Lin to come pick up Xia Ruohan. She’d heard of him and seen him on TV, but this was the first time she’d seen him in person.
Jun Lin glanced at Ruan Jinxi, furrowing his brow slightly, unsure of what to say to Xia Ruohan.
“Get in the car.” A voice as cool and ethereal as that of a celestial being rang out, each word exuding elegance.
“Oh, okay.”
Having not heard Jun Lin’s voice all day, Xia Ruohan was instantly captivated by those two words, her reaction a bit sluggish.
“Young Master Jun,” Song Nan addressed Jun Lin, “What’s your relationship with Ruo Ruo? ”
“Is it any of your business?” His thin lips parted slightly, and the three words came out with a chill.
Song Nan rubbed her nose and didn’t ask any further.
As the car drove away, Song Nan shed her earlier quiet demeanor and immediately began hurling scathing remarks at Ruan Jinxi.
“Your eyes are practically glued to him, yet he didn’t even glance your way. What are you playing at, Ruan Jinxi?”
Ruan Jinxi’s thoughts were still fixated on Jun Lin, and upon hearing Song Nan’s words, her expression darkened.
“Could you stop picking on me?”
“Am I picking on you? I’m just stating a fact. ” Song Nan crossed her arms, her tone laced with sarcasm.
“Song Nan, what did I ever do to you?”
“Didn’t you hear what I said this morning? Have you already developed dementia?”
“You…”
“I’m telling you, stay away from Xia Ruohan.” Song Nan raised her hand and shoved Ruan Jinxi hard.
Ruan Jinxi lost her balance and fell to the ground. Her eyes were red-rimmed, tears welling up, and she looked pitiful.
Song Nan snorted derisively, didn’t look at her, and walked past her.
Ruan Jinxi watched her retreating back, biting her lip with her pearly teeth, her face twisted with hatred. Her fierce gaze seemed as though she wanted to cut Song Nan into a thousand pieces.
……
Jun Yize attended a boarding school and didn’t come home. Jun Lin usually didn’t keep many servants at home either; aside from Aunt Wu, who stayed to clean, everyone else took their days off.
But today, the house was completely empty.
Xia Ruohan walked into the villa with her backpack and asked Jun Lin, “Why is no one here?”
“Would you prefer there to be a lot of people at home?”
Jun Lin said, reaching out to take her backpack and set it aside.
“Just the two of us in a villa this big—don’t you find it a little creepy?” Xia Ruohan leaned in close to him and asked.
Looking at the girl so close to him, a smile flickered in Jun Lin’s eyes. He wrapped his arm around her slender waist and said, “Are you scared?”
“No way, I’m not scared at all.” Taken aback by his sudden embrace, Xia Ruohan froze for a moment before blushing.
Jun Lin loved the way she acted as if nothing were wrong even though she was clearly afraid. He gently brushed his forehead against hers.
The gesture was so tender and intimate that Xia Ruohan was left speechless for a long time.