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Just as Jiang Zhiming reached the east gate, before he could even look around, a beautiful girl, exuding a strange fragrance, rushed towards him like a happy little bird. She miraculously stopped in front of him, her smile as radiant as a blooming flower, as if she were a colorful, dazzling glass marble bouncing before him. She giggled, "Jiang Zhiming, it's me!" Her voice was as melodious as music.

Jiang Zhiming blinked; it was actually Lin Tingyue.

The eldest daughter of the Lin Group, marrying her is like falling into a paradise, with status, power and prestige coming one after another, surpassing what one could achieve in a lifetime of struggle.

She was like a glittering diamond; her arrival brightened up the once gloomy sky.

But what did she come to see him for?

Jiang Zhiming stared at Lin Tingyue, the girl he had bumped into on campus last time. She said she was a student from a neighboring school and it was her first time visiting Q University. She didn't know the way and asked him for directions. He acted as her guide, and the girl seemed to have a crush on him. When they parted, she asked him for his WeChat ID. At that moment, he only had Ye Wenyu in his mind and said he didn't have WeChat. He took out his old-fashioned phone, which made her laugh out loud. He was embarrassed and left angrily.

Ye Wenyu said her name was Lin Tingyue, and she was the eldest daughter of the Lin Group. In this world, the number of men who wanted to marry her could probably form an army, and the line could stretch from Q University all the way to the train station in S City.

Jiang Zhiming sized up Lin Tingyue standing in front of him. She was dressed head to toe in designer brands: a Chanel pendant necklace, a Gucci backpack, and Louis Vuitton shoes. He then glanced at a nearby ice-blue Porsche sports car parked there. Yes, that was her car; he had seen it before.

He thought to himself that what Ye Wenyu said must be true. This Lin Tingyue is the eldest daughter of the Lin Group. She is a true rich and beautiful woman!

Although beautiful and wealthy girls took the initiative to come and play with him, Jiang Zhiming's vanity as a young man was slightly satisfied, but it was only a momentary pleasure. Soon, the pain of being rejected by Ye Wenyu occupied his heart again. It was as if bitter herbs were spreading in his mouth. The grief and indignation of being heartbroken was like a venomous snake, biting his heart little by little.

He was in low spirits.

The pain in my heart is beyond description.

Lin Tingyue smiled at him and said, "I haven't had lunch yet, have you?" Her voice was as melodious as a wind chime under the eaves. She was a girl who was rich, beautiful, had a musical voice, an angelic face, and a devilish figure.

Lin Tingyue was truly blessed by the heavens. When Nuwa created humans, everyone else was crudely made and done in one stroke, but Lin Tingyue alone was meticulously crafted with utmost care.

She is like a beautiful porcelain doll.

Jiang Zhiming's stomach rumbled loudly, so loudly that even Lin Tingyue heard it. She burst into laughter, clapped her hands at him, and said, "So you haven't eaten either! Come on, you treat me to a meal!" With that, she reached out to hook his hand, her demeanor extremely natural and familiar.

Jiang Zhiming took a step back, his face burning. This was the first time he had seen such a bold girl. He didn't have the money to treat the young lady to a meal, and besides, he didn't want to. Although many men expressed their desire to marry Lin Tingyue, it didn't mean he did too.

What kind of man lives off a woman? The most impressive thing about a man is that he builds his own life from scratch and succeeds through hard work.

Lin Tingyue was stunned for a moment. Looking at Jiang Zhiming's flushed face, like a boiled shrimp, she could only awkwardly withdraw her outstretched hand. Her heart was pounding wildly, and her chest felt like it was filled with a rabbit. Uh, for the first time in her life, she, a young and beautiful girl, had actually taken the initiative like a man. What was she thinking? She wanted to reach out and hold his hand, like a young couple, wanting to hold hands and go out to eat together.

This feeling was something Lin Tingyue had never experienced before. A sweet feeling welled up inside her. She hadn't drunk any alcohol, but she felt as if she were drunk. She looked at Jiang Zhiming's face, her pretty little face flushed, and her big eyes sparkled like stars.

Jiang Zhiming dared not look too closely, feeling not only his face turn red, but also his neck and shoulders burning.

Lin Tingyue suddenly realized that the reason he took a step back was twofold: firstly, because he wasn't familiar with her and she was trying to take advantage of him, which he didn't like; secondly, perhaps because he came from a poor background and didn't have the money to treat her.

Therefore, Lin Tingyue considerately said to Jiang Zhiming, "I'll treat you, just consider it as you having dinner with me, okay?" Her voice was gentle and soft, like cooked glutinous rice.

Jiang Zhiming was stunned for a moment. Shame and unease made his face continue to flush, and even his shoulders and neck felt hot. He shook his head and said, "I'm not hungry." Although his stomach was growling and he felt so hungry that his chest was sticking to his back, he had no appetite because of unrequited love.

“You’re lying—” Lin Tingyue glared at him, pointed to his stomach, and said to him, “It’s the one that told the truth.”

Helpless, Jiang Zhiming watched as Lin Tingyue pleaded with him, "Oh dear, I'm so hungry, I'm starving! I'm not familiar with your school, Jiang Zhiming, can you take me to a restaurant? If you don't want to eat, you can just stand in front of me and watch me eat, okay?" Then, she acted like Lin Daiyu, swaying from side to side as if a gust of wind could blow her over at any moment, delicate and charming.

This was the first time Jiang Zhiming had ever seen a beautiful and charming girl clutching her stomach and acting pitifully in front of him. He couldn't refuse her; he believed that no man in the world could refuse her.

Therefore, he nodded and, as if possessed, led Lin Tingyue to a top-class restaurant on the food street.

Lin Tingyue chose the restaurant. She thought all the restaurants at Q University were too low-class, so she picked the best among the worst and reluctantly found one that looked decent. Then she spent lavishly and ordered a table full of dishes.

There were twenty or thirty people on the table, with bowls and plates piled on top of each other – it was such a waste.

Jiang Zhiming had no appetite, so he sat opposite her and watched her eat, feeling more and more sorry for her. However, although the girl had ordered a table full of dishes, her appetite was like that of a little sparrow. She only ate half a bowl of rice and picked at the two dishes in front of her, one a green vegetable and the other a shrimp.

She put down her chopsticks and said to him, "I'm full. Thank you, Jiang Zhiming, thank you for having dinner with me." She smiled at him, her eyes crinkling like a crescent moon.

Jiang Zhiming opened his eyes wide and said to her, "You only eat this little bit?" The remaining dozen or so dishes were almost untouched. These were dishes that he usually wanted to eat but couldn't bear to eat, yet she was wasting them like this.