Chapter One
After my father resumed his business, we lived in a very tight situation.
In order to save money when I went to college, he let me live in the apartment of my relative's brother.
To be honest, I have never had such a relative in my memory.
He is two years older than me. He has a handsome face and a pair of affectionate eyes. He smiles at everyone he looks at.
"Hello, sister," he said, taking my suitcase. "My name is Xie Yan. Nice to meet you. Please take care of me in the future."
"My name is Jing Yuan."
Xie Yan and I studied at the same university, I was in the Department of Literature and he was in the Department of Physics.
He is also a famous school idol, sunny and cheerful, and his name is always on the confession wall.
When my best friends who live in other cities found out about this, they kept saying how lucky I am.
But I don't think so.
Because on the first night of my stay, I saw him bringing a woman back.
Ayan...
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Xie Yan leaning against the door in the opposite room, lowering his head and kissing me nonchalantly.
The woman had her back to me and had beautiful waist-length hair.
Xie Yan suddenly raised his eyes and met my gaze.
My hands shook and I slammed the door.
The confessions on the wall say that he is both an excellent student and a clean person, and is an ideal boyfriend.
In private, however, he is dissolute and romantic.
The next day, Xie Yan blocked me in the room.
"Sister Jingyuan." He was still smiling, wearing clothes that were not proper, and not caring about the traces that were exposed. "Let's discuss it."
"I won't tell anyone, don't worry."
My calm demeanor only made him laugh even harder: "What are you thinking about? I don't care about that."
Xie Yan took out a bank card and said, "I want to ask you if you can cook for me in the future? We can eat together. I don't want to eat takeout anymore. As a thank you, I will take you with me to school every day. It's not safe for a little girl to be alone."
I was startled, but he had already waved his hand and turned around: "Remember to buy more meat, I'm still growing ."
I guess he saw my box of pickled mustard tubers.
I also knew that the apartment was a bit far from the school, and I had to walk to save on travel expenses, so I had to get up at five o'clock every day.
He left his bank card on the table, went back to his room and closed the door.
