Chapter 370: Shh, Keep It Down, Ruoli’s Worn Out From What I Did

Chapter 370: Shh, Keep Your Voice Down, Ruoli's Tuckered Out From Me

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong

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"Drip, drip—"

The rain outside the window had already stopped.

Jiang Muye was bare-chested, massaging Leng Ruoli on the bed.

He was drinking red wine, a little tipsy.

And Leng Ruoli had already fallen asleep.

But hers was the sleeping posture of someone who didn't feel very safe. Even in Jiang Muye's arms, she looked delicate and pitiful, especially with her brows knitted tight—utterly heartbreaking.

Jiang Muye could tell she wasn't sleeping well, and his heart ached for her.

He thought back to that strange scene during the day, and it still rankled.

Leng Ruoli had never been like that before. What exactly had happened?

Something was going on, and she was hiding it from him.

Jiang Muye pressed his thin lips together, kissed Leng Ruoli's forehead, and gently stroked her silky hair.

Leng Ruoli seemed to sense the warmth, and only then did she sleep a little more soundly.

Jiang Muye breathed in the fragrant scent of her, and tried to fall asleep.

Holding Leng Ruoli's cool, soft little hand, he swore silently that no matter what happened, he would choose to face it together with her.

Because of what had happened yesterday, Jiang Muye had already asked his secretary to investigate who had been in contact with Leng Ruoli recently, and who had provoked her.

There had to be a reason in all of it. Leng Ruoli couldn't possibly have that kind of reaction out of nowhere.

The secretary naturally did as Jiang Muye asked, and Jiang Muye waited for the report.

However, after he finished his call with the secretary, he just happened to glance out the classroom window—and saw something that gave him a huge shock.

He saw a man and a woman walking in the shade of the trees.

The girl's pretty, fair face stood out especially in the sunlight.

And the boy beside her had excellent features in profile—perfect for dragging off to film an idol drama.

But that face was one Jiang Muye loathed.

After all, it was a fake, an identical copy of his own face—Yu Xi.

He hadn't seen Yu Xi in a long time. How could Yu Xi be in contact with his own fiancée?

The two didn't seem to be saying—he couldn't tell what they were saying, the distance was too far—Jiang Muye couldn't hear.

Jiang Muye's brows knitted tight, and a sudden discomfort rose in his heart.

He used the Thousand-Li Mirror the System had given him, so he could hear clearly exactly what was going on.

But he never imagined that the moment he controlled his mind and saw the close-up scene, it would bring him such a shock.

"Don't go—"

Leng Ruoli had actually taken the initiative to grab Yu Xi's wrist as he was about to leave, her emotions running high.

Jiang Muye's pupils widened.

Seeing how urgent Leng Ruoli looked, it was nothing like how Leng Ruoli and Yu Xi normally interacted.

How did he detect a hint of something ambiguous?

Just as Jiang Muye was feeling supremely unhappy, the Class Monitor suddenly walked over and urged, "Jiang Muye, time to pay the class fees."

Jiang Muye's train of thought was cut off.

The Thousand-Li Mirror paused as well.

When Jiang Muye wanted to look down again to see what was going on, he found there was no longer any sign of them.

Jiang Muye was somewhat vexed.

What on earth had just happened?

Irritated, he could only take out his wallet and hand over the class fees.

After that, he simply couldn't sit through class anymore. He grabbed his things and headed out the back door.

Kai watched Jiang Muye leave with his single-strap bag and asked in surprise, "Where are you going, Muzi? Class is about to start."

"Skipping." After Jiang Muye replied coolly, he walked out with hurried steps.

Jiang Muye circled the campus a big loop, but didn't see any sign of Leng Ruoli and Yu Xi.

He was utterly miserable.

How could they be gone in the blink of an eye?

How could Leng Ruoli be getting close to Yu Xi?

Had she mistaken Yu Xi for him? No, impossible—she wasn't that stupid, and besides, she could clearly recognize him earlier.

Just as Jiang Muye was feeling agitated, a tall, slender figure appeared in his line of sight.

Jiang Muye's eyes met the other's pitch-black ones.

The other gazed at him calmly, hands in his pockets.

Jiang Muye strode forward quickly and immediately grabbed the other by the collar, asking in a fury, "Fuck, what did you go looking for her for! What were you two talking about just now!"

Seeing Jiang Muye's angry look, Yu Xi suddenly smiled.

His eyes turned very cold, and he directly whispered a few words by Jiang Muye's ear: "Fine, since you want to know so badly, I'll tell you what happened just now."

Yu Xi said provocatively, "I kissed her. Her lips really are soft—just like I imagined."

Jiang Muye's pupils widened.

Especially seeing Yu Xi's arrogant look, Jiang Muye couldn't stomach it.

He viciously punched Yu Xi. The force of the fist sent Yu Xi seeing stars, and his body instinctively staggered back a few steps.

"Fuck, who told you to kiss her—that's my woman!" Jiang Muye cursed Yu Xi violently.

Yu Xi's mouth was bruised purple, but he still laughed insolently. "So what if she's your woman? I still have a way to make her obediently come back to me. I said it—no one knows who the winner is until the very end."

"Bullshit!" Looking at Yu Xi's loathsome face, Jiang Muye felt disgusted.

Jiang Muye rushed forward and fiercely kicked Yu Xi a few more times. Yu Xi tried to fight back, but after a few exchanges he realized he was no match for Jiang Muye at all.

Jiang Muye was now a very formidable opponent. He beat Yu Xi back again and again, until Yu Xi dropped to one knee.

Yu Xi even looked up and saw Jiang Muye's bloodshot eyes.

Suddenly, a fierce wind rose on all sides, and Jiang Muye stared at him with a deathly stillness.

Amid boundless madness, the weather too turned overcast and dark. Sand and wind swirled in chaos, catching Yu Xi completely off guard in an instant.

In the endless darkness, dead leaves and swirling sand came crashing down like a landslide and a tidal wave. Yu Xi had no strength to resist at all.

Sand and wind got into his eyes, stinging them red.

Before he could even open his eyes, the taste of sand surged violently into his mouth and nose, and the reek of blood spread unchecked.

Jiang Muye watched coldly as Yu Xi was savagely battered by the wind and sand.

He used his mind to control the direction of the wind and sand, slamming them heavily into Yu Xi.

Yu Xi's frail body simply couldn't withstand the attack of this sandstorm. He completely broke down, throwing both arms in front of his face, trying to keep the wind and sand from being so fierce—but the sand and wind seemed to find their mark, viciously tormenting him.

"Ugh—" Yu Xi's eyes were red, gasping for his last breath on the ground. His asthma had fully flared up now. His fingernails scraped hard against the ground, leaving clear, hideous claw marks.

Yet the wind and sand hadn't stopped, still ravaging him.

To Jiang Muye, seeing Yu Xi's miserable state now didn't feel satisfying in the least.

Yu Xi deserved it—he could stand to suffer even more.

Jiang Muye walked forward. Just as Yu Xi was about to pull out his asthma spray, Jiang Muye snatched it away.

"Give it to me…" Yu Xi desperately demanded the asthma spray from Jiang Muye.