Chapter 36: Please Don't Flatter Yourself

After Jiang Muye saw Xia Xiran appear, he said coldly, "I'm not here for you, so don't flatter yourself."

Xia Xiran's little face turned deathly pale.

Her eyes, of course, immediately reddened like a rabbit's, tears welling up in her eyes.

She was clearly smiling, but her eyes were full of sorrow.

"You're not here for me, then who are you here for? I don't believe you have no feelings for me at all anymore. Stop being angry with me, okay?"

Xia Xiran felt that everything Jiang Muye said was just out of anger.

He clearly had a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

"He's here for me." A cold voice rang out.

Xia Xiran trembled and whipped her head around to look at the other party.

The girl was aggressive and imposing, her cold face beautiful and resolute. A pair of pretty almond eyes swept over Xia Xiran with a trace of displeasure.

She took over the scene and blocked Xia Xiran's way, then turned her head and smiled at Jiang Muye. "Let's go."

Xia Xiran's pupils widened slightly.

She watched Jiang Muye turn around indifferently and really leave with Leng Ruoli.

Just like that, he abandoned her.

When the other passersby saw Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli leave, they too were shocked by this reversal.

The girls who had just been on Leng Ruoli's side were thrilled. "Jiang Muye is really something! Xia Xiran deserved it. She didn't cherish him when she had him, and only regretted it after losing him!"

"Wow, Jiang Muye is so cool, and that's Campus Belle Xia! How many men could reject Campus Belle Xia? Even when she came to hold him back, he wasn't moved at all. He's way better than those two-timing scumbags!"

"I feel so satisfied right now. Campus Belle Xia always acted so aloof just because she had some talent and beauty. Jiang Muye really gave us a good dose of revenge for everyone! He totally deserves to be liked by the Cold Campus Belle!"

And Xia Xiran, the protagonist of all this talk, had tears pattering down. Amid the crowds coming and going, she could hardly hide the bitterness and pain in her heart.

She squatted down, buried her face in her arms, and sobbed.

"Xiran!" Yuanyuan hurried over and tried to soothe Xia Xiran's emotions.

Xia Xiran was crying so hard she could barely catch her breath. She buried herself against Yuanyuan's shoulder, her words thick with sobs. "I really did do wrong, but why won't he forgive me? Boo hoo hoo, and he even left with her."

"Boo hoo hoo, I really gave up so much for him, why can't he be soft-hearted toward me just once?"

Yuanyuan looked at Xia Xiran, whose crying had ruined her makeup, with complicated feelings. She nuzzled Xia Xiran's forehead with her head and said, "But didn't he give up just as much for you? If you could have been soft-hearted toward him just once before, why would you have to suffer so much now?"

Xia Xiran's eyes brimmed with tears, the corners of her eyes flushed red, and she choked out, "I… I really regret it. I… I don't want him to be with her… I, I want to marry him and stay together forever and ever."

"Okay, I understand." Yuanyuan could empathize. She was a woman with experience too, and she'd also had a boy she liked so much it was earth-shattering.

Yuanyuan said to Xia Xiran, "You've only been heartbroken a few times, but what about Jiang Muye? He was heartbroken ninety-nine times. You can still express it, but what about him? He hid it all in his heart."

Xia Xiran was stunned.

That's right, all she had ever seen was his optimistic side.

She thought that because she hadn't accepted his proposals, he wasn't really hurt.

But now she realized she had been terribly wrong. It wasn't that he wasn't hurting, it was that he never let her see his pain.

She had just assumed, all on her own, that he wasn't hurting.

Then she should learn from Jiang Muye's spirit too, and come back at full health like an unkillable Xiao Qiang, instead of crying here.

Tears couldn't solve anything.

Xia Xiran stubbornly wiped away her tears and insisted, "You're right. I have no right to be sighing and moaning here. If I really like him, I should win him back."

"Exactly. When a woman pursues a man, it's like a thin veil between them. Besides, he loved you so deeply before, so there must be some feelings left. Boys are very nostalgic, especially about their first love—it's the hardest to forget. Otherwise, why would so many women's nemesis be the first love?" Yuanyuan began to encourage Xia Xiran.

"They say that to capture a man's heart, you should first capture his stomach…" Yuanyuan's reminder was a sudden enlightenment to Xia Xiran.

How had she not thought of that?

"Yuanyuan, thank you so much. If he and I end up together, you'll be our matchmaker~"

Seeing Xia Xiran's happy expression, Yuanyuan said with a chuckle, "Heh heh, just give me a big red envelope when the time comes. I'm still waiting to be your bridesmaid."

Xia Xiran nodded. She had an idea in her heart now. No matter how difficult it was, she would not give up on Jiang Muye.

At that moment, Jiang Muye had already brought Leng Ruoli to the mall.

They arrived at the designated clothing store. The saleswomen were especially attentive, serving tea and water or providing personal explanations, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent.

"This is the dress I wore before." Leng Ruoli picked up a light blue dress and said to Jiang Muye.

"Okay, then wrap it up." Jiang Muye nodded, then pointed at a light purple slit camisole dress beside it and said, "Bring me this one too."

"Aren't we only buying one dress?" Leng Ruoli asked curiously.

"It's for you." Jiang Muye's words suddenly made Leng Ruoli extremely surprised. Her tender red little mouth parted slightly. "Huh? I get one too!"

"Yes." Jiang Muye nodded. "After all, I made you come all this way to bring me to buy a dress and help me out. I have to give you a gift no matter what, otherwise I'd be too inconsiderate."

Leng Ruoli secretly rejoiced in her heart.

She had never imagined he would think of her too. To her, this was an unexpected gain.

"My taste isn't very good, and I rarely buy things for girls. I don't know if you'll like this dress." Jiang Muye's gaze subconsciously fixed on Leng Ruoli.

Leng Ruoli's face immediately began to turn bright red. She nodded vigorously and said, "I really like it."

"Then go try it on, see if it fits." Jiang Muye compared it with his eyes and said, "It should be your size."

"I'll go take a look." Leng Ruoli smiled gently, and with a flushed face she grabbed the clothes and ran straight into the fitting room.

Jiang Muye sat on the sofa outside for a while, and then a boy sat down beside him and said with empathy, "Bro, you're waiting for your girlfriend to change clothes too, right?"

"Huh?" Jiang Muye was stunned.

"This store is super expensive, but my girlfriend just loves shopping. There was nothing to be done about it—I spoil her." The boy said with a chuckle, a smile rippling across his face.

Jiang Muye was just about to explain that he wasn't waiting for his girlfriend when he heard the fitting room door click, and then a beautiful figure stepped out.

Jiang Muye heard the boy exclaim excitedly. "Wow, she's such a knockout! You're something else, finding such a beautiful girlfriend!"

But Jiang Muye couldn't hear a single sound.

Right now, all his attention was on Leng Ruoli.

Leng Ruoli's skin was fair and clean, which matched well with the light purple. Her light brown hair was now pinned up, with only a few fine stray strands falling by her cheeks. Her features were charming and beautiful, and her face held some shyness, a springlike flush on her powdered face, her watery eyes gazing at him the whole time.

Her figure could fully support the slit dress. As she walked slightly, her very slender legs were luminous and moving, a stretch of evocative fair white extending to the hem of the dress, casting a patch of shadow.

On her feet were a pair of champagne-colored high heels, her pale pink toes plump and pretty, a little fleshy—she could be called a peerless beauty of the world.

Not to mention that she was now somewhat embarrassed, covering her chest. But from between her fingers, one could tell it was very low-cut. She was very well-endowed in the chest—after all, it was 36D. With a low cut, it was a surging billow, magnificent and intense.