Watching him disappear around the street corner, Lu Yuwu's shoulders, which she had been holding together, slumped. A strange emptiness filled her heart, but it was quickly replaced by an inexplicable restlessness. She shook her head, forcing herself to stop thinking about it, and quickly walked into the campus.

Fu Yan returned to his dorm, his face so gloomy it could drip water. His friend and roommate, Zhou Zixuan, was playing a game. Seeing him return, he casually asked, "Hey, Young Master Fu, how's it going? Did you manage to win back our Miss Lu?"

Fu Yan tossed the key onto the table with a crisp sound, his voice devoid of any warmth: "From today onwards, I will never speak a single word to her again."

Zhou Zixuan peeked out from behind the computer screen, saw his unpleasant expression, and wisely refrained from asking any further questions.

Meanwhile, in Lu Yuwu's dormitory.

During a video call with her mother Shang Wu that evening, Lu Yuwu tried her best to appear normal, chattering about her dormitory environment and new roommates, without mentioning her conflict with Fu Yan that afternoon.

After hanging up the video call, Shang Wu leaned against the headboard and said to Lu Rang, who was reading a book, "It's a bit strange, isn't it? Fu Yan used to always say he wanted to apply to aviation university and become a pilot, right? How come he ended up in the finance department?"

Lu Rang put down his book and pushed up his glasses: "The Fu family's business is so large, someone has to take it over. Don't forget, his uncle Fu Mingyuan has never married and has no children. In the future, Xingyao Group will most likely be handed over to Fu Yan. Studying finance and managing the company is his responsibility."

Shang Wu sighed, her tone somewhat wistful: "Speaking of Fu Mingyuan... sigh, he and Lu You almost got together back then, but unfortunately Lu You ultimately chose Cheng Zhou. Fu Mingyuan is also stubborn; after all these years, he still hasn't found a suitable person by his side."

Lu Rang put his arm around his wife's shoulder: "You can't force feelings. Just like our daughter and Fu Yan, they seem awkward to each other, but they have to work things out on their own."

Shang Wu nodded, nestled in her husband's arms, and said no more.

The next day, at the university cafeteria.

Lu Yuwu and Luoluo were carrying their trays when they spotted Fu Yan sitting by the window, eating with Zhou Zixuan. He was wearing a simple white T-shirt, and the sunlight streaming through the window shone on him, highlighting his perfect profile. Several girls around them were secretly glancing at him.

Lu Yuwu immediately looked away, pretending not to have seen anything, and pulled Luo Luo in the opposite direction.

Perhaps because she was distracted, or perhaps because the cafeteria floor was too slippery, Lu Yuwu accidentally bumped her elbow on a girl's bag on a chair next to her when she turned around.

With a "thud," a limited-edition designer handbag that looked expensive fell to the ground, leaving a noticeable scratch on the clasp when it hit the ground.

"Ah! My bag!" the girl exclaimed, immediately picking it up. Upon seeing the scratches, her face instantly turned pale.

Lu Yuwu's heart sank, and she quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I'll pay for the scratches. How much do you want?"

The girl examined the scratches carefully, her heart aching more and more as she looked at them. Her tone became sharp: "Compensation? You make it sound so easy! This is a limited edition, you can't buy it anymore! Even if you repair it, there will still be traces! You have to pay me three times the original price!"

"Three times?" Lu Yuwu was stunned; this was clearly extortion.

Although she came from a wealthy family, she wasn't one to be ripped off. "Excuse me, I damaged your bag, so it's only right that I compensate you. But paying three times the price is unreasonable. We can agree on the current price of similar models at the boutique, or have a professional agency assess and repair the costs..."

"Who's going to appraise it with you! I want three times the price! If you can't afford to pay, don't try to take advantage of me!" The girl persisted, her voice attracting the attention of many people around her.

Lu Yuwu frowned, trying to reason with them, but the other party's unreasonable behavior left her at a loss.

At the window, Fu Yan and Zhou Zixuan also noticed the commotion. Zhou Zixuan nudged Fu Yan with his elbow: "Hey, isn't that your 'I won't say another word' Miss Lu? Looks like she's in trouble."

Fu Yan paused for a moment, holding his chopsticks. He glanced over and saw Lu Yuwu being aggressively accused by the girl. His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and he instinctively wanted to stand up.

However, Lu Yuwu's heartless words from yesterday instantly echoed in my ears.

"You're such a simp, it's beneath you. Don't make me despise you even more."

He slowly sat back down, forcing himself to look away, and picked up a spoon to scoop a mouthful of rice into his mouth.

He told himself: Fu Yan, her affairs are none of your business anymore. Stop being delusional.