Chapter 353: Jealousy

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong

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Within the campus, the sky was a deep blue, and faint trails left by airplanes streaked the clouds.

When Xia Xiran walked out of the office, she caught sight of the youth standing by the window in the hallway.

He held a stack of books in his hands, standing there, extraordinarily handsome.

Everything about him was exactly the fresh, free-spirited figure from Xia Xiran's memories.

Xia Xiran's eyes stung slightly. Just as she subconsciously moved to avoid him, he called out to her: "Xia Xiran."

She immediately turned to look at him. "Is something the matter?"

"These are for you." Jiang Muye walked forward and placed the entire stack of books in his hands into Xia Xiran's.

"Huh?"

Noticing Xia Xiran's blank expression, Jiang Muye raised an eyebrow. "I bought these back when I was preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam. I don't need them anymore, and they just happen to be useful to you."

Seeing that Xia Xiran gave no reaction, Jiang Muye said, "If you don't want them, I'll just throw them away."

"I want them." Xia Xiran answered hurriedly.

She clutched the books tightly, cherishing them dearly.

"Thank you." Jiang Muye was silent for a moment. "You spoke up for me, and I got you punished by the teacher, didn't I? I'll let them know. The school won't pursue your responsibility any further."

Xia Xiran smiled faintly. "It's what I should do. Back then it was my immaturity that hurt you. Now that you've run into trouble, how could I stab you in the back again?"

"Even though I'm grateful you helped me, there won't be any feelings between us beyond friendship." Jiang Muye didn't want Xia Xiran to misunderstand again, so he emphasized this point once more.

Xia Xiran burst out laughing. "I know!"

Her smile was pure and sincere. "Someone like me is better suited to studying. Romance really isn't for me. I'm going to be a postdoc!"

After hearing Xia Xiran's declaration, Jiang Muye offered his blessings. "Keep at it. You'll definitely become a postdoc. Also, you'll find true love in the future too."

The current Xia Xiran gave Jiang Muye the same pure feeling she had in the past.

She had taken a wrong path, but thankfully she had returned to the original one.

Seeing this, Jiang Muye felt comforted in his heart.

"Alright! You and Leng Ruoli have to treat each other well. Leng Ruoli is a good girl. If you bully her, I'll definitely help her get justice." Xia Xiran smiled.

"Haha, since when did your loyalties turn toward her?" Jiang Muye never imagined that Xia Xiran and Leng Ruoli's relationship had become so good.

Love rivals turned best friends?

This was something he wouldn't even dare to imagine.

"When your back is turned," Xia Xiran joked. "Alright, it's getting late. I have to go to class!"

"Bye." Jiang Muye said farewell to Xia Xiran.

Xia Xiran waved her hand and walked free and easy toward the brightness that belonged to her.

And Jiang Muye headed in the opposite direction, which was also a bright, broad road.

As Jiang Muye went downstairs, he caught sight of Leng Ruoli waiting for him at a glance.

"I see you've met with Xia Xiran~" Leng Ruoli, dressed in a wine-red sailor uniform, spoke to him gently.

Jiang Muye walked forward and took hold of Leng Ruoli's soft little hand, teasing, "Hey, jealous?"

"Jealous of what." Leng Ruoli bumped Jiang Muye with her shoulder and muttered, "If I didn't even have this much confidence, would I have let you meet her?"

Jiang Muye chuckled and wrapped his arm around Leng Ruoli's slender waist. "True. My fiancée is magnanimous."

"My appetite is big too. Today I want a super-large bowl of Lanzhou hand-pulled noodles. You queue up and buy it for me~ and fill it up with beef~" Leng Ruoli said with a smile.

Jiang Muye coaxed her, "Sure, no problem at all!"

So Jiang Muye took Leng Ruoli out to eat.

He ate his noodles extremely fast and finished in no time.

Leng Ruoli was much slower, but Jiang Muye didn't mind waiting for her. Watching Leng Ruoli slurp her noodles like a hamster, Jiang Muye felt especially warm inside.

Just then, Jiang Muye's phone rang.

He looked and saw it was a call from his secretary.

Jiang Muye went outside the cafeteria and picked up the call.

The secretary informed him, "Young Master Jiang, the source of the news came from Orange Weekly, from noon at 12:23 the day before yesterday. An editor at Orange Weekly fabricated it based on a tip from a student at the school."

Jiang Muye immediately had a clear picture in his mind. He said coldly, "Who is this student? Have you found out?"

"We've already investigated. All the files have been gathered."

"Send them to my email," Jiang Muye ordered.

"Yes."

Jiang Muye rested his hand on his chin and said meaningfully, "Also, for defaming my personal reputation and deliberately stirring up public opinion, send a lawyer's letter to Orange Weekly. Ban the editor outright within the industry. Whoever dares to hire them is going against me."

Since Jiang Muye had said as much, the secretary naturally knew what to do.

Very quickly, Jiang Muye received the email from his secretary.

The email contained the full investigation materials. After reading them, a flicker of emotion appeared in his eyes.

Interesting.

The process was somewhat different from what he had imagined.

But the result was bound to be the same.

That afternoon, in the multimedia classroom.

As the students filed into the classroom one after another, they noticed the youth squatting by the front door of the classroom.

His arms were crossed, his gaze cold, his posture casual. His long legs had nowhere to rest, lazily crossed there.

His overall aura gave off a rosemary-like allure—cold, unapproachable, flamboyant, and dangerous.

He was a prominent figure at the school. Who didn't recognize him?

Countless infatuated gazes fixed on Jiang Muye as people called out excitedly, "Senior Muye!"

Jiang Muye gave a faint nod.

"Why did you come to our class?" someone asked curiously.

Jiang Muye's piercing gaze searched for a certain face as he said coolly, "Looking for someone."

Suddenly he spotted a boy with glasses appearing in the crowd, and his eyes instantly deepened.

Their gazes met.

The other party was clearly somewhat sheepish, head lowered, about to brush past Jiang Muye and enter the classroom, when Jiang Muye planted a foot against the door, blocking his entry.

"Let's talk," Jiang Muye's icy voice rang out.

The boy's voice was soft. "Class is about to start."

"So you want to talk right here in front of everyone." Jiang Muye said in irritation, then took out his phone. In front of the other party, he produced a voice recorder.

Jiang Muye's slender fingers pressed the play button.

Soon, sound began to emerge from the voice recorder.

"No matter how you write it, I want Jiang Muye's reputation ruined. Even if these photos aren't intimate enough, netizens just read pictures and make up stories. They'll stir up public opinion in no time, and soon enough people will believe he's cheating."

The boy's expression turned extremely ugly. He subconsciously reached for the voice recorder, but Jiang Muye caught him in a chokehold.

The boy felt a choking sensation in his throat.

And the Jiang Muye before him gazed down at him condescendingly.

"Let… let go!" The boy struggled, but how could he be a match for Jiang Muye?