Chapter 3: He'll Come to Propose a 100th Time

Her overall style was on the cold side, and even her pretty features carried a trace of ice.

Jiang Muye was taken aback.

Leng Ruoli, the foremost of the Four Great Campus Belles, was actually holding an umbrella for him?

Leng Ruoli was a transfer student. She was breathtakingly beautiful, but her temperament was extremely cold.

She liked quiet, and always sat alone in a corner, yet her stunning looks and perfect figure made her a goddess among the boys. Wherever she went, she drew attention.

Jiang Muye had always heard the other male students chattering about her excitedly, and he had seen Leng Ruoli too, but his heart hadn't stirred in the slightest.

Leng Ruoli was beautiful, but back then his heart held only Xia Xiran.

Naturally, he wouldn't pay her any particular attention. But now she had actually come to hold an umbrella for him?

Never mind Jiang Muye's surprise—even Xia Xiran and the others were stunned.

Yuanyuan said in astonishment, "What's Leng Ruoli doing here! Do those two know each other? There are as many guys chasing Leng Ruoli as there are hairs on an ox, but she ignores them all, and I've never even seen Leng Ruoli approach anyone on her own."

She even made a bold guess. "Or could it be that Leng Ruoli likes Jiang Muye?"

The moment the words left her mouth, Xia Xiran's heart took a vicious blow.

She looked at the man and woman not far away, and the scene suddenly stung her eyes.

Xia Xiran considered herself decent-looking, with a fairly good family background, but after seeing Leng Ruoli, she had to admit there was always a mountain beyond the mountain and a person beyond the person.

Leng Ruoli's skin was whiter than hers, her figure better, her grades better; she had a slim waist, long legs, and big breasts.

Her family background was better too.

Leng Ruoli was a genuine heiress of a financial empire. Her family owned over fifty companies, and rumor had it that Leng Ruoli's daddy had donated a building and sports equipment directly to the school. And so that Leng Ruoli could eat well, he had even opened a private restaurant at school, serving only Leng Ruoli.

If Leng Ruoli liked Jiang Muye, was there even any comparison to be made?

She was completely crushed by Leng Ruoli.

Leng Ruoli was simply so perfect it was unreal.

Xia Xiran looked at Leng Ruoli with jealousy, and noticed that the other girl wasn't as cold as usual—her gaze had clearly softened.

She had no way of knowing what the two were saying, but she could plainly see Leng Ruoli's face flushing red, red, red.

So it really was love?

At this moment, Leng Ruoli looked at the handsome face before her, and her heart pounded violently.

She was visibly nervous as she said to Jiang Muye, "Let's go, the rain's getting heavier."

"Leng Ruoli, why are you holding an umbrella for me? Could you have…" Jiang Muye glanced at Leng Ruoli's pretty face, then changed tack. "Known me before?"

He had originally wanted to ask Leng Ruoli straight out whether she liked him.

But then he felt that would be too abrupt.

If she said no, wouldn't that make him way too full of himself?

Besides, Leng Ruoli was so sought-after, with countless admirers around her, and he'd had no dealings with her at all.

She couldn't possibly be secretly in love with him!

"I…" Leng Ruoli's big eyes blinked rapidly, her little face nervous and shy. She glanced at Jiang Muye's shoulder.

Through the thin shirt, soaked by the rain, a hideous, ghastly wound was faintly visible underneath.

Leng Ruoli instantly felt a deep pang of guilt.

After all this time, he had still been left with a scar.

This time, what she owed him had to be repaid.

Then Leng Ruoli drew closer, step by step, raised her face, and said to Jiang Muye with great seriousness, "I came to return the umbrella."

"Return the umbrella?"

"Yes, return the umbrella! Last weekend, I didn't have an umbrella, and then you… you ran down and gave me yours." Leng Ruoli caught the crisp scent on him, and her cheeks flushed crimson. "Thank you."

Only then did Jiang Muye's eyes widen in sudden understanding. "So it was you!"

Last weekend, when he'd gone downstairs, he'd seen a girl getting rained on. He happened to have an extra umbrella with him, so he handed it to her.

He hadn't thought much of it at the time. Even if it had been a guy, he would have lent the umbrella without hesitation—he couldn't just let someone get soaked to the bone.

But he had no way of knowing that this girl was Leng Ruoli.

After all, at the time she'd been wearing a medical mask and a black beret, and it was impossible to see her facial features clearly.

"Sorry, I was in a hurry to come, and I only brought one umbrella. Let me walk you to the guys' dorm first," Leng Ruoli said to Jiang Muye earnestly.

She was anxious.

She was afraid Jiang Muye would refuse.

Jiang Muye saw that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and that some raindrops were seeping into Leng Ruoli's hair. He stopped being coy. "Let's go!"

The umbrella was small, not big enough for two.

So Jiang Muye tilted most of the umbrella toward Leng Ruoli to keep her from getting wet.

Just as Jiang Muye set off with her, the corner of his shirt was lightly pinched.

Leng Ruoli raised her glistening eyes and said softly, "You can walk a little closer, it's fine."

She took the initiative to grab the hand with which he held the umbrella.

Jiang Muye's heart rate nearly went wild—

It was his first time touching a girl's little hand.

Smooth and white.

Caught completely off guard, Jiang Muye's heart caught fire.

Naturally, he wasn't used to it.

He shifted his hand away nervously, afraid of having too much contact with Leng Ruoli and causing the girl to suffer a loss. "Okay, whatever you say."

Leng Ruoli looked at the boy so close before her eyes, her cheeks reddening.

Her eyes held deep infatuation.

Xia Xiran saw it all perfectly clearly.

Xia Xiran's eyes naturally reddened.

Not long ago, Jiang Muye had proposed to her. Now Leng Ruoli was actually holding an umbrella for Jiang Muye of her own accord.

Standing together, the two of them actually looked so lovely and harmonious.

Seeing that Jiang Muye was already heading in her direction.

Xia Xiran's confidence burned anew.

Jiang Muye had proposed to her ninety-nine times, which meant he only liked her.

No matter how much Leng Ruoli liked Jiang Muye, what did it matter?

Xia Xiran lifted her face proudly, waiting for Jiang Muye to see her, and then hurry over to explain that he had nothing to do with Leng Ruoli.

Then declare that his heart held only her.

He was getting closer and closer.

His gaze had even met hers.

He was definitely coming to explain!

Xia Xiran's eyes lit up.

However, Xia Xiran had guessed wrong.

He coldly looked away, led Leng Ruoli past her, and walked sternly off in the opposite direction.

Xia Xiran's heart took a brutal beating.

Her gaze was dull, and her red lips moved soundlessly. "Why did he leave?"

Her best friends could tell something was wrong with Xia Xiran too, and quickly comforted her. "Xiran, don't overthink it. He probably didn't see you, otherwise he wouldn't have just walked off like that."

"Exactly, the rain's getting heavier. He's in a hurry to get out of the rain."

But Yuanyuan spoke up out of the blue. "But he proposed ninety-nine times, and Xiran never agreed. He must be heartbroken. Now that the Cold Campus Belle is showing him goodwill, maybe she'll seize the opening."

Xia Xiran turned pale, gradually buried by worry.

Impossible.

He liked her so much.

He could wait for her so persistently for so long.

How could he so easily like someone else?

Realizing this, Xia Xiran shot back stubbornly, "Impossible. Tomorrow at this time, he'll definitely come propose a hundredth time."

The Girl with Glasses asked, "If he does come propose a hundredth time, will you still refuse?"