Chapter 373: Nightclub Pickup

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong

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She deliberately pressed her full, round chest against Jiang Muye’s arm, the suggestion in the gesture unmistakable.

Every so often, she’d even throw him a flirtatious look.

To Jiang Muye, it was downright vulgar.

Just as Jiang Muye was about to impatiently shove her away, the image of Leng Ruoli and Yu Xi together flashed through his mind—even the scene of them kissing.

His brain felt like it was about to explode.

If Leng Ruoli could cuckold him, why couldn’t he do the same to her?

It wasn’t like she had any right to control him anymore! He had no intention of getting back together with her anyway. The more he cared about her, the more she only thought about Yu Xi, never considering his feelings.

Jiang Muye was in a vengeful mood.

He directly covered the woman’s face with his hand.

With one hand, he clamped around her waist and pulled her onto his lap.

The pungent, cheap perfume was harsh on the nose.

Disgusting.

Jiang Muye’s brow furrowed tightly.

Especially since her waist wasn’t slim enough, wasn’t soft enough.

If it were Leng Ruoli leaning in his arms right now, she’d definitely be soft and slender enough to hold in one hand.

And the woman was clinging to him like a water snake.

It made Jiang Muye’s overall impression of her even worse.

Not to mention her coy drawl: “You’re so mean~”

Her voice was unbearably affected.

The more Jiang Muye heard, the more irritated he became.

“Shut up,” Jiang Muye snapped at her.

The woman was startled by Jiang Muye’s ferocity, but she was captivated by the rosemary-like scent on his body.

She couldn’t help but lean closer to Jiang Muye.

Fuck.

Having his cheek kissed by her, Jiang Muye felt like he’d stepped in dog shit.

Not to mention this woman was utterly frivolous and wanton—she unbuttoned her own shirt with one pull and went straight for his neck.

Jiang Muye felt like he wasn’t about to bed someone, but rather was on his way to being bedded.

Like he was some gigolo.

This woman couldn’t compare to Leng Ruoli in any way.

Not by a single finger.

All that filled his mind was Leng Ruoli’s gentle, beautiful face.

Her pleasant scent, her sweet and lovely appearance, her soft and tender voice, and the soft touch of her fingers against his.

Completely different from the greasy touch of the woman before him.

Jiang Muye’s irritation grew even stronger.

He shoved away the woman who was still boldly caressing him.

The woman’s slender, sexy body tumbled to the floor. Wearing a super-short bodycon skirt, she immediately began to expose herself.

The woman was dumbfounded.

She had never imagined the duck in her hand would fly away!

“Get lost.” Jiang Muye spat the word viciously, then wiped his face with a handkerchief.

He didn’t normally have a cleanliness obsession.

But after being kissed by her, he felt utterly nauseated.

This feeling was worlds apart from when Leng Ruoli kissed him.

Jiang Muye knew his heart was stifled, and there was no way to vent it.

The woman still wanted to coquettishly whine: “Handsome, I…”

Jiang Muye’s gaze swept over her. The woman was stared into a panic, and seeing that Jiang Muye had not a trace of interest in her, she could only slink away awkwardly.

Jiang Muye drank himself into a stupor.

Glass after glass of alcohol went down.

He wasn’t drunk—instead, his mind was filled entirely with scenes of Leng Ruoli and him from the past.

The way she ran her fingers through his hair, the way he proposed to her at the aquarium, the way she looked so anxious and flustered.

Every scene was so beautiful it felt unreal, as if it were all just a dream.

As Jiang Muye thought, he laughed.

And as he laughed, he cried.

He was in such a fucking mess right now.

Even his wife had been stolen away.

Especially when he saw the ring on his finger—it felt utterly ridiculous.

This DR Ring made him feel deeply ironic.

Who was he supposed to marry?

Her?

Was she going to keep playing along with him, be his bride?

Jiang Muye didn’t dare think about whether Leng Ruoli had fallen for Yu Xi, or whether she loved them both.

Either scenario was cruel to him.

Jiang Muye smiled bitterly and ruefully, then fiercely downed another gulp of liquor.

The alcohol was strong; one glass down and it burned.

Jiang Muye pressed his burning face against the counter. He felt his will crumbling, and at the same time, all the lights and shadows seemed to blur.

Those flashing lights stung him.

Clinging to his last shred of will, he fiercely downed another gulp.

The strong liquor slid down his throat—his throat hurt, and his heart hurt even more.

This time, Jiang Muye numbed himself completely, drowning in drunkenness.

He’d lost. Lost completely and utterly.

While Jiang Muye was drunk and asleep, a tall figure appeared at the counter.

The server looked at the scene in surprise.

For a moment, he didn’t know what was going on.

Such similar faces were rarely seen in real life.

He’d never heard that Jiang Muye had a twin brother?

While the server was bewildered, the youth who had appeared was extremely calm. His gaze locked onto the already-slumbering Jiang Muye, and his eyes carried a profound meaning.

The night was vast and hazy.

A white supercar quickly pulled up to the bar’s entrance.

The door opened, and a young girl in a white lace dress stepped out. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, she carried a Chanel bag, and her pretty little face was written all over with anxiety.

She looked left and right, but didn’t see the figure she wanted to see.

So she quickly started running into the bar.

She searched booth by booth, even making a round through the most chaotic corner of the dance floor.

But she didn’t see the person she wanted to see.

Where was he?

Could he have left?

Just as Leng Ruoli was beside herself with worry, a familiar silhouette suddenly appeared in her line of sight.

No—two of them.

The handsome, broad silhouette on the far left—Leng Ruoli recognized it at a glance as Jiang Muye. Jiang Muye was wearing the same outfit today.

But the drunk Jiang Muye was clearly being supported by a girl.

The girl’s eyes were full of him, and she was carefully helping him walk out. Of course, he wasn’t being very well-behaved either, stumbling the whole way, and the girl kept having to pull him back.

Watching them walk further and further away, Leng Ruoli’s heart felt hollow.

Her lips quivered, and tears were already welling up in her eyes.

The taste of a knife twisting in her heart was portrayed perfectly on her.

Just as Leng Ruoli was about to sorrowfully chase after them, her wrist was suddenly gripped tightly.

“Now that it’s finally been returned to its rightful owner, you seem to be pestering him again.”

A warm and gentle voice rang out, needling Leng Ruoli.

Leng Ruoli’s first thought was to turn and look at the owner of the voice.

His sharp gaze was fixed firmly on her.

“You’re following me?” Leng Ruoli was startled.

After she couldn’t get through to Jiang Muye’s phone, she’d sent people to investigate his location.

By the time she’d chased him here, she hadn’t expected Xia Xiran to have already beaten her to it—even Yu Xi had appeared here.

“I was worried about you. When I saw you rashly rushing out of school and even driving, I followed you, afraid you’d do something foolish,” Yu Xi explained.

Leng Ruoli bit her lower lip, then unwillingly shook off his hand and stubbornly replied, “This is my business.”

“You know, you picked the wrong person from the very beginning.” Yu Xi gazed at Leng Ruoli with burning eyes.