Chapter 171: She Can No Longer Reach Him

Boss Cutie

"Xiran, he really is the heir to Chen Group, it's absolutely true. His aunt was originally the wife of the old Chen Group boss, and now that she's back in the country, she's named him the sole heir."

Xia Xiran's breathing caught in her throat.

Countless possibilities flashed through her mind, but she had never imagined that Jiang Muye would be the heir.

The Girl with Glasses stared with wide eyes, filled with disbelief.

She felt as if she'd been slapped in the face.

A hundred-billion heir, here at her school? And it was Jiang Muye, the very person she'd looked down on before?

She glanced down again at the handsome Jiang Muye below the building, and now, no matter how she looked at him, he seemed perfect.

It felt like Jiang Muye's entire body was glowing!

"Xiran, you're a good girl, but you and our Muye really missed each other. He's started a new relationship now, and I hope you can wish him well." Mother Jiang's words cut Xia Xiran like a knife.

Xia Xiran felt all the strength drain from her body.

Before this, she'd thought Jiang Muye was nothing more than an ordinary office worker, living the 996 life, working for someone else.

Even if the two of them really ended up together, really got married, she would have given up her graduate school recommendation for him, raised children and supported the household, living an ordinary, mediocre life.

She came from a scholarly family; her parents were both highly educated, and her family was well-off. She definitely couldn't resign herself to mediocrity, so between her studies and love, after wavering back and forth, she chose her studies.

But heaven had played a joke on her.

Jiang Muye was actually a hundred-billion heir!

In the future, he would inherit the family business, a net worth in the hundreds of billions, living the life of luxury and fine food that Xia Xiran had always dreamed of.

He was an existence she couldn't even hope to match.

Xia Xiran no longer had the strength to even hang up the phone, tears welling in her eyes.

Only now did she realize what she had lost: true love, wealth, a life free of worry, and the lofty status that everyone envied.

Xia Xiran's hands and feet were ice-cold, and she could barely stand.

She felt that Jiang Muye was shining even brighter.

The capital she'd once prided herself on had all vanished. In front of Jiang Muye, she'd become insecure, afraid to even look up at him.

What was she supposed to do? His circumstances had become so extraordinary.

How could she ever be worthy of him?

The Girl with Glasses sighed, "I never imagined Jiang Muye could be this incredible, actually a hundred-billion heir!"

She suddenly felt some regret. Why had she ever looked down on Jiang Muye?

If, back when Jiang Muye had been rejected by Xia Xiran, she had taken the chance to comfort him, then maybe the one flying through the sky with Jiang Muye right now would be her.

Then she'd marry into a wealthy family, live as a rich wife free of worry, eating fine food and drinking spicy liquor every day.

Yuanyuan was filled with envy. "I never imagined Jiang Muye could be so capable. I thought he was different from ordinary boys from the very beginning, and sure enough, I was right. I feel a little proud, actually—it's wonderful that I got to be classmates with a hundred-billion heir."

Inheriting a hundred-billion group, he'd be a hot figure in the future, probably someone you'd only see on TV. She could totally go around showing off and bragging about having been his classmate.

Xiao Miao was very envious. "I'm so jealous of the Cold Campus Belle. Marrying Jiang Muye in the future means a union of the powerful—she can just lie at home counting money, with someone to support her, unlike us who have to work for others, worrying every day about earning a few more coins."

The group of best friends chattered on, and Xia Xiran's regret grew even deeper.

If only she'd been willing to be with Jiang Muye back then, she would never have let Leng Ruoli have the advantage.

At this moment, Jiang Muye leaned against his sports car, legs crossed, waiting below for a while until he saw a lovely figure emerge from the women's dormitory exit.

Her light brown long wavy hair draped charmingly over her shoulders, and she wore purple crystal earrings. She had on a purple slit slip dress with a fluffy white shawl over it, faintly revealing her fair shoulders—a blend of sexiness and elegance in just the right measure.

When Jiang Muye saw her appear, the corners of his mouth rose of their own accord.

The purple crystal earrings she wore were a gift from him, and the dress she had on was also from him; paired together now, she looked fresh and new.

It was just that Jiang Muye noticed her ears had turned pink from the cold, her nose red—clearly she was freezing.

Jiang Muye walked forward, handed her the bouquet, and without another word pulled open his coat and directly pulled Leng Ruoli inside it, the two of them pressed close together.

Jiang Muye scolded her, "Look at you, dressed so thinly."

"It's not cold, it's just a little windy outside." Leng Ruoli breathed in the pleasant scent of Jiang Muye, saying happily, "I just want to wear the clothes you love to give me."

"Then it seems I'll have to buy you more thick clothes." Jiang Muye's eyes held a doting look.

Leng Ruoli stuck out her tongue and lightly patted him with her pretty little hand. "No thick clothes—otherwise I'd have a reason to make you hold me like this."

She coquettishly wrapped her arms around Jiang Muye's waist, her face pressed to his chest.

Looking at his sweet, petite girlfriend before him, Jiang Muye's heart was filled with sweetness. He could feel her delicate body pressed against him, could feel her breath like orchid, could feel even more how her full peaks and the heart beneath them squeezed hard against him.

This feeling was even better than earning a few hundred million.

Jiang Muye's lips curled up sweetly of their own accord as he said, "How could that be? From now on, holding you will become a habit, like three meals a day."

Leng Ruoli nestled contentedly in his arms.

Their envy-inspiring display was all seen by Xia Xiran, who gripped the railing tightly.

Yuanyuan noticed Xia Xiran's displeasure and reminded her worriedly, "Xiran, let's stop watching and go back inside."

She still didn't want to see her best friend get hurt, since Jiang Muye and the Cold Campus Belle really were too sweet, and Xia Xiran liked Jiang Muye so much—she definitely couldn't take it.

"Yeah, no matter how much you look, Jiang Muye won't be yours. Give it up," the Girl with Glasses hissed. "He's not the same as before. How could ordinary people like us get mixed up in that? You'd better think about your graduate school recommendation."

Xia Xiran said, unwilling to accept it, "If he weren't outstanding, I wouldn't want him either. They're just dating, aren't they? It's not like they're getting married. They'll break up. As long as I keep at it, I'll win him back."

She wiped away the bitter tears falling from the corners of her eyes and headed into the dormitory, saying obstinately, "Right, I need to learn makeup properly. I'll dress up every day, and he'll see me!"

Xia Xiran sat down in front of the chair and opened her makeup case, frantically searching for makeup products to put on her face. Her possessed state made Yuanyuan very worried.

"Xiran, are you okay?"

But the moment the words fell, Xia Xiran broke down. She slumped over the table and began to wail loudly: "Wuuu wuuu, today is Valentine's Day, and he left me behind to spend it with her. Is it because I'm not pretty, so he doesn't want me anymore!"

Her hysterical crying made her best friends' hearts ache, and they tried everything to console her, but Xia Xiran couldn't hold back her tears at all. The regret churning in her heart now was endless, like the waters of the Yangtze River.