On Friday afternoon, Little Pudding and Little Flower Roll got out of school early.
This year, Tangyuan had started at nearby S University, while Fu Xingshu was in his third year.
The two of them, after leaving school, headed off to S University to find Tangyuan. They bought bubble tea, strolling lazily down the street toward the dessert shop where they’d agreed to meet her.
But before they even got there, Tangyuan emerged from a small side alley.
"Tangyuan?! What are you doing here!" Ye Genggeng ran up to her. As she got closer, she saw a small scratch on the back of Tangyuan’s hand. "What happened? How did you get hurt?"
"It’s nothing. Just cleaning up some trash, that’s all."
She had finished class and was waiting around for Genggeng and Yanyan, but then overheard some arrogant shouting from the alley.
Unable to resist, she slung her bag over her shoulder and walked in.
"Lu Zhao, right? You’re exactly who we’re looking for!"
"Damn, you dare mess with the girl our boss likes!"
"Pretty boy—just a pale pretty face! I’m warning you—stay away from her."
Six or seven burly guys had surrounded one person. Tangyuan walked in with a calm, indifferent expression; they were blocking her line of sight and she couldn’t even see who was in the middle.
Hmph, bullying with numbers. And here I was waiting to meet up with my friends.
"Are you done? If you’ve finished, I’m leaving."
A steady, gentle voice responded—it sounded pretty nice, probably another bookish, slightly attractive nerd.
Tangyuan snarked to herself and drew nearer.
"Hell, don’t want a toast but want a punishment instead, huh? Beat him up!"
The young man seemed to brace himself, fists clenched behind his back, eyes suddenly icy.
But before he could react, a backpack came whirling down, smacking one of the thugs squarely on the head.
Immediately, a clear and sassy voice rang out: "So noisy! So annoying!"
"Dammit, where’d this little girl come from?"
The punks turned on Tangyuan. She shot out a long leg and kicked the one in front flying, bent down, and struck out.
The little girl’s moves—knees, punches, high kicks—were sharp and fluid, her cold, impatient eyes fierce beneath neat brows.
After the sounds of fist meeting flesh, the six or seven toughs sprawled on the ground.
Tangyuan clicked her tongue, looking up at the person by the wall.
She froze in surprise....
Lu Zhao was standing there in a white shirt, his skin even paler by contrast, his expression cool, brows sharp, a faint beauty mark at the corner of his eye, nose elegantly straight, hair jet black, and eyes unusually light.
He wore a playful, intrigued smile as he watched Tangyuan—never even glancing at the men on the ground.
Tangyuan rolled her eyes inwardly. Oh, black-hearted sesame paste type. What a waste of her rescue.
She pouted and said, "Give me back my bag."
Lu Zhao took a couple of steps, picked up the bag, and tossed it casually back to Tangyuan.
The girl immediately turned and strode off.
Lu Zhao watched her leaving, eyes dark with interest. He ran his tongue over his back teeth.
Hmm, interesting~
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(The End)
And that’s where this story comes to a close~
Thank you to everyone who supported and loved this book~
So many of you have read along since my very first 100,000 words.
It was all your encouragement during the times I was most doubted that helped me keep writing!
Love you all~
President Foster was always a bit dense, not understanding love or how to cherish it at first.
He hurt Cecilia many times, but after everything, in the end they still found their way together.
Maybe a lot of people don’t like Cecilia’s hesitance or softness, or that she isn’t decisive.
But that’s just the kind of girl she is—tender and sensitive inside. Please allow girls like her to exist~
Their story will keep flowing gently onward.
If I get a sudden idea for an extra, I’ll toss it on Weibo later~
Ahem, there may be some indecent extras too~
Thanks again to every reader for your love and support~