Chapter 15: Filthy Rich and Sky-High

Jiang Muye's 99th Rejected Proposal: The Cold Campus Belle Forcefully Courts Me

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Xia Xiran nodded. "Right, a regular theater will do too."

She didn't want Jiang Muye to spend too much money—she even secretly entertained the thought of transferring some money to him.

While everyone was urging Jiang Muye to just buy tickets for a regular theater, he said calmly, "It's not much. If we're watching a 3D movie, naturally we should watch it in the best sound-effect theater to really feel it."

Little White Dove and the others were stunned.

When had Jiang Muye ever been so lavish?

Considering that tickets in the VIP theater cost more than three times the regular price.

But now that the Campus Belle was here, they couldn't possibly embarrass Jiang Muye, so they let him go buy VIP theater tickets.

Xia Xiran, meanwhile, bought two cups of cola and some popcorn.

She handed one of the colas to Jiang Muye. "Here, for you."

"No need, I don't like carbonated drinks."

This was the truth.

Jiang Muye really didn't drink cola.

Cola kills sperm.

So after elementary school, he'd pretty much stopped drinking it.

Having been turned down by Jiang Muye, Xia Xiran felt a little dejected.

But Yuanyuan and the other close friends could completely see through Xia Xiran's thoughts.

So when they sat down in the theater, they deliberately schemed to have Xia Xiran sit right next to Jiang Muye.

Xia Xiran cast her friends a grateful look.

Then she secretly stole a glance at Jiang Muye beside her.

He was strikingly handsome, his facial contours exceptionally fine—a mere look at him set one's heart fluttering like a startled fawn. Xia Xiran's face went completely red.

In the past, her mind had been full of studying, and she'd never put too much thought into Jiang Muye.

She enjoyed Jiang Muye's kindness and felt it was only natural—after all, she'd been treated favorably her whole life, let alone the fact that Jiang Muye liked her.

Jiang Muye could naturally feel the fiery gaze beside him. He looked over expressionlessly, and saw that Xia Xiran was flustered like a little rabbit.

Her skin was burning hot, and she stammered, "Um…"

"Hm?"

Xia Xiran instinctively held the popcorn bucket out in front of Jiang Muye and asked shyly, "Want some?"

Her heart itched.

Sharing the same food with the person you like was a kind of happiness.

She also prayed that he would eat.

Jiang Muye lowered his eyes, taking in Xia Xiran's bashful appearance.

Xia Xiran held her breath, waiting nervously, when she heard a faint "Oh."

Just when she thought Jiang Muye was going to refuse her, she heard the rustling of popcorn.

Xia Xiran stared at Jiang Muye with bright eyes.

She could already see him eating the popcorn.

Although most of his gaze wasn't on her, it was enough to make her happy for a long time.

Xia Xiran smiled sweetly, filled with the excitement and longing of a girl in love.

As Jiang Muye reached for the popcorn, he felt something smooth.

His fingertips trembled slightly. It was a girl's hand.

He looked, and sure enough.

Slender and lustrous, with a faint pink French manicure, even more delicate and lovely.

Jiang Muye's gaze met hers powerfully, and she hardly dared to blink, even shyly lowering her burning little face.

This set ripples stirring in Jiang Muye's heart.

Like a pebble tossed into a calm lake—it was impossible for there to be no waves at all.

How he'd once wanted to touch her little hand.

It had to be soft and squishy—he'd especially wanted to grab it and not let go.

Now that he'd touched it, it was just as he'd imagined.

But this was completely different from how it had felt when he was still a greenhorn.

Jiang Muye forced himself to stay calm, quickly moving his hand away and eating the popcorn with great composure.

Xia Xiran's heart pounded.

Her heart felt like it was about to burst.

Did this count as holding hands?

Counting it up, it was her first intimate contact with Jiang Muye.

Xia Xiran began giggling foolishly with joy. She touched her own fingers, which still retained the warmth of his.

So wonderful.

She instinctively stole a glance at Jiang Muye's handsome face.

Secretly, she swore in her heart that she absolutely had to win Jiang Muye back.

Jiang Muye watched the movie. It really was quite good—the 3D effects were truly excellent. No wonder so many people came to watch. There was completely a reason for it.

But there were some rather thrilling and terrifying scenes, and the 3D effects looked especially realistic, scaring quite a few people.

Jiang Muye, however, was indifferent to it all.

He was the kind of person who could eat a meal while watching Ring.

As Jiang Muye watched the movie without batting an eye, he heard a soft whimper beside him, and then a delicate body leaned right over.

The pleasant fragrance belonging to her wafted into his nose.

Jiang Muye's body instantly went numb.

He could even feel her trembling.

"So scary."

She was very, very close, her rapid breaths spraying against his cheek.

Jiang Muye gave a light glance and found that Xia Xiran's hair was disheveled, her little face scared deathly pale, yet her devastating beauty was undiminished—instead she looked even more pitiful.

Jiang Muye furrowed his brow.

Stubbornly, he reached out a hand and covered her eyes.

"It'll be over in a bit. I'll tell you."

Xia Xiran was overjoyed.

She felt how warm the palm covering her eyes was.

His uniquely masculine maturity captivated her.

Everything around them seemed to slow down, and only the sense of security he brought her was exceptionally clear.

Xia Xiran secretly curved the corners of her lips.

Her heart blossomed with a joy beyond words.

Her whole face was glowing, full of youthful vigor.

Su Ya and the others were sitting closest, and after sneaking a peek at Jiang Muye's action, she was especially envious of Xia Xiran.

How composed Jiang Muye was—when the critical moment came, he could even soothe the girl's emotions.

Then look at her own boyfriend, still burying himself in her embrace and howling in fear.

Su Ya said to Little White Dove gloomily, "Look at how Jiang Muye does it!"

Little White Dove felt very gloomy.

Could he even compare to Jiang Muye?

Jiang Muye was the "other people's child" that parents had praised since childhood—aside from being hopelessly dense when it came to love, he was impeccable in every other way.

Xia Xiran was still basking in Jiang Muye's protection, and the hand she was so attached to moved away.

A firm voice sounded. "Done."

Xia Xiran felt the light before her eyes.

She felt a little dejected.

She instinctively looked at Jiang Muye beside her. There was no ripple on his face, nor any embarrassment at having touched her—instead, without a trace of nervousness, he lazily leaned back in his chair and continued watching the movie.

Xia Xiran, however, wasn't discouraged.

To her, this was already very good.

As long as Jiang Muye took the first step toward her, she would walk the remaining ninety-nine.

After the movie ended, Xia Xiran asked Jiang Muye, her face flushed crimson, "Do you have anything planned later?"

Jiang Muye said coolly, "No."

Seeing hope, Xia Xiran asked, "Then could you—"

Just as she was about to make a date invitation, Jiang Muye quietly replied, "I'm going to sleep. I'm tired."

"I can keep you comp—no, that's not it!" After clearly hearing Jiang Muye's words, Xia Xiran suddenly cut herself off.

Her face burned, and she wished she could crawl into a crack in the floor.

Keep him company while he slept? That was too fast.

Yet she'd almost blurted out what was in her heart.

Jiang Muye narrowed his eyes and said in a gentle tone, "I'll head off first."

"Okay," Xia Xiran nodded shyly, watching Jiang Muye leave the theater with his hands in his pockets, her little face bright red. "See you tomorrow."

Yuanyuan asked, puzzled, "You're just letting him leave like that?"