Chapter 27: Proposal

Jiang Muye looked at the girl in the white dress with surprise.

She was very pretty, with fair skin, and she was smiling at him.

Her cheeks were flushed a peach-blossom pink, and her big, watery eyes gazed at him sincerely.

They seemed to hold a thousand words, so very deep and tender.

"What are you doing here?" Jiang Muye asked in a low voice.

Xia Xiran said bashfully, "What, you can attend the wedding but I can't? Besides, I know your Elder Cousin too. He definitely wouldn't mind an extra gift of money."

Truth was, she missed him.

So even though the high-speed rail tickets were sold out, she'd still ridden in a car for two or three hours. Even if the car ride made her throw up, she still had to appear before him.

Not to mention she still had one most important, most sacred thing she needed to do.

Jiang Muye went silent.

He really had no way to restrict Xia Xiran's personal freedom, or stop her from showing up here.

It didn't matter, though. Whatever she did, he wouldn't waver.

Even if she walked back and forth through his world, Jiang Muye's heart was as still as water, without a single ripple.

"Whatever you want," Jiang Muye said coldly, then turned and walked outside.

Xia Xiran immediately chased after him, becoming his little shadow entirely. "Are you thirsty? Want something to drink?"

"No," Jiang Muye said, expressionless.

"Can we sit together in a bit?" Xia Xiran asked shyly.

"I don't want to," Jiang Muye said bluntly.

Xia Xiran's heart trembled, and she forced a smile. "I'm not close with any of them. I'd have nothing to say."

"I have nothing to say to you either," Jiang Muye said icily, looking straight at Xia Xiran as he said coldly, "Stop following me."

Xia Xiran's eyes were full of hurt. Her lips moved, wanting to say something, but she could only bite her lip—already she couldn't get the words out.

After seeing Xia Xiran shut out by Jiang Muye, everyone was quite shocked.

The girls especially began to question the boy who had just said Jiang Muye was a simp. "You call this a simp? How is he a simp? He's super cool, okay."

"Yeah, all I see is the girl chasing the guy. Did you just hear that somewhere?"

The boy being criticized was instantly flamed so hard he couldn't retort.

Even he was bewildered.

Had something gone wrong here?

Wasn't the story that Campus Belle Xia ignored Jiang Muye, and that Jiang Muye's confessions all failed?

But the real situation was completely different from what he'd seen today!

The wedding soon began, and naturally Xia Xiran had no way to sit beside Jiang Muye.

She could only sit in the neighboring seat, back to back with Jiang Muye.

This was the one and only time she could be close to Jiang Muye.

When Xia Xiran saw the bride come out, she immediately grew envious.

If she wore a wedding dress and stood with Jiang Muye in the wedding hall, it would definitely be a romantic scene.

And she'd receive everyone's blessings, just like now.

Xia Xiran gazed adoringly at the cold young man beside her, her little face flushing pink and white.

Unfortunately, for now she could only watch his back from afar.

Xia Xiran bit her thin, crimson lips. She regretted it so much—if only she'd agreed back then.

Then she wouldn't have fallen out with him.

Elder Cousin and his wife came to toast the guests.

When Xia Xiran saw Jiang Muye's wine glass filled to the brim, she instinctively said to Jiang Muye's Elder Cousin, "His stomach isn't good. Let me drink on his behalf."

But Jiang Muye coldly took the glass and drained it completely. "I'm not as fragile as you think, and you're not as important as you think."

Xia Xiran's little face went pale, tears already welling up.

He still hadn't forgiven her.

After the newlyweds' toast came the bouquet toss.

Jiang Muye had no interest in catching the bouquet. After all, he had no thoughts of marriage right now, and he wasn't about to wade into those muddy waters.

Jiang Muye heard the sound of a chair shifting beside him.

As a result, he was very surprised to find Xia Xiran eager and raring to go.

She wanted to catch the bouquet?

Under Jiang Muye's surprised gaze, Xia Xiran went straight into the crowd of people seeking to catch the bouquet.

Her temperament was on the gentle, refined side, and she had always been the type who never fought or scrambled for anything. After all, whatever she wanted had already been quietly prepared and placed before her.

Easy to obtain.

But this time Jiang Muye saw Xia Xiran going all out.

She was fiercer than usual, fighting a whole crowd for the bouquet. Clearly she had no advantage, yet at the critical moment she used every trick she had, desperately guarding the bouquet in her arms.

Even when she was shoved to the ground, her hair already messy from the struggle, her dress viciously stomped on several times, her hands still gripped the bouquet tight and wouldn't let go.

Xia Xiran even fell flat on the ground, curled up into a ball.

Watching this, Jiang Muye's lips moved, and a trace of complexity flickered through his eyes.

Yet the fallen Xia Xiran wasn't angry at all. Instead, because she'd won the bouquet, she was smiling radiantly.

She aimed her gaze at Jiang Muye, raised the bouquet high, and shouted loudly, "I got it!"

Xia Xiran's hair was a mess, yet she still looked radiant.

Jiang Muye knitted his brows, and found that she was walking toward him step by step.

"I once naively thought that no matter how far I ran, you'd always be waiting for me where you were."

"But only now do I understand how absurdly wrong I was. Why did I think I was so noble, and make someone who liked me so much so humble?"

"You're the one who made me realize that eating alone isn't as happy as eating with two, that sleeping alone isn't as warm as sleeping with two, that walking a dark road alone—without the other person—you might not be able to keep going."

Xia Xiran's eyes gazed tenderly at Jiang Muye. She gave a faint smile, and then, in full view of everyone, went straight down on one knee, took out a DR Ring, and said to Jiang Muye, "Since you won't make the 100th proposal to me, then please allow me to."

"Jiang Muye, I love you. Will you marry me and take me as your wife?"

Everyone present was greatly shocked.

No one had imagined that someone would start proposing at a wedding.

And a girl proposing to a guy, no less! The odds of such a thing happening were far too low. It showed just how much the girl had to like the guy to be able to go all out like this.

Not to mention this girl was a super beauty.

Before long, everyone began discussing it.

"I'm so jealous of him. The Aloof Campus Belle actually came to propose. If it were me, I'd agree right away."

"This young man has a future. I'm over thirty and still a single dog, and no woman has ever proposed to me, but he looks barely in his twenties and already has this kind of honor."

"Tell me about it. Comparing people really makes you die of anger. Alright, young man, hurry up and say yes!"

As everyone egged Jiang Muye on to accept Xia Xiran, Jiang Muye was exceptionally calm—and that calm gave Xia Xiran a trace of panic.