Chang Yue was pampered by her family since she was a child, so no one dared to make her feel wronged.

But this was Yu Ci's second time.

She's been tolerant enough of him!

Chang Yue said resentfully, "Yu Ci, you promised to meet me in the park last time, but you didn't come."

Thinking of this, Chang Yue couldn't help but grit her teeth.

On the day of the high school entrance exam, Mingming smiled and said "okay" to her invitation, but by evening he hadn't seen her at all!

After that, the person seemed to have vanished into thin air, and could not be found anywhere. Chang Yue had no way to vent her anger at being tricked.

When the first year of high school started, she learned that Yu had resigned and gone to Yingchuan High School, which was located far away from No. 1 High School.

Yu Ci, sitting opposite him, tilted her head slightly, as if thinking and recalling something, then said apologetically, "I'm sorry, perhaps I forgot."

Chang Yue's face was gloomy as she squinted at him, harboring a crazy thought that if she couldn't have him, she would destroy him.

She picked up her glass, downed it in one gulp, and then handed it over, saying, "Pour it."

She propped her head up with one hand, held a cigarette in the other, and stared intently at the person opposite her.

When Yu Ci handed it back, she pretended to accidentally touch the back of his pale hand with the sparkling cigarette between her fingers.

Yu Ci flicked his finger, and the wine glass tilted towards the girl, spilling its bright red liquid all over Chang Yue.

"Thud—"

The glass fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Everyone looked over.

Chang Yue was furious that the wine had spilled all over her. She gritted her teeth and cried out, "You did this on purpose?!"

Yu Ci's expression remained calm, and her polite smile never changed from beginning to end, as if she didn't care about the pain in her hand at all.

He said, "Of course not, but it was indeed my oversight that I should have let go only after you had a firm grip on it."

Chang Yue was absolutely furious. This sounded like it was her fault?!

Taking a few deep breaths, Chang Yue came up with an idea and slowly raised a smug smile, making her otherwise pretty face look out of place.

"Do you know how much this dress cost? You couldn't afford to pay for it with three months' salary. I'm giving you a choice: either kneel down and lick all the red wine off the floor, and I'll consider this a done deal."

The other people in the private room cheered with great interest.

Chang Yue's bold red lips revealed the deepest malice.

She wanted to see this aloof young man kneeling and licking.

That must be wonderful...

She couldn't help but feel excited even in her imagination.

So much so that they didn't notice the door to the private room had been quietly opened a crack.

The girl opposite him showed infatuation and distortion on her face, while Yu Ci's dark eyes were filled with deep disgust, like black ink staining white paper. His beauty mark was as red as blood, like honey wrapped in poison.

That's disgusting.

Yu Ci observed with a calm demeanor.

He caught a faint creaking sound and turned his head almost imperceptibly.

"..."

The darkness in his eyes paused abruptly, then he casually looked away.

Chang Yue waited in vain for the boy to yield. Looking into his eyes, she saw his undisguised indifference and disgust, as if he were looking at roadside trash.

Chang Yue instantly became furious and pointed at him, cursing loudly.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You should be thanking your lucky stars for even taking a liking to you! You, a family-abandoned son and the murderer of your stepmother, what right do you have to look at me like that?!"

Yu Ci remained expressionless, her drooping, clasped fingertips slowly caressing a shard of glass. Blood mixed with red wine flowed across the tiled floor, leaving an alluring trail.

Chang Yue launched into a tirade of insults, but the other person didn't respond at all.

Enraged, she stood up, raised her hand, and tried to forcefully tear off Yu Ci's collar.

As a result, the next second—

"You, you, you mustn't touch him!"

The onlookers saw a small cannonball shoot straight out of the doorway and violently knock Chang Yue down.

Yu Ci silently lowered the hand that was about to be raised.

Chang Yue was caught off guard and bumped into something, losing her balance and falling onto the chair, twisting her ankle in the process.

His face contorted in pain.

"What the hell?!"

Chaochao swallowed weakly, and retorted somewhat hesitantly, "I'm not a ghost..."

One should press on with one effort, but the momentum will wane afterward.

"Tick-tock..."

Chao Chao sniffed and turned to look at the hand hanging down beside her.

Bright red liquid condensed at his fingertips, then dripped to the ground with a soft thud.

Chaochao's almond-shaped eyes widened: "Brother Yu Ci, are you bleeding?"

Yu Ci pulled her hand back slightly, not wanting the child to see too much: "No, it's just red wine."

Chao Chao, unsuspecting, asked, "What about this? Doesn't it hurt?"

She held Yu Ci's hand, and on the back of that fair and jade-like hand, there was a red, blistering burn.

Her clear, watery eyes were filled with heartache.

To whom? Him?

A brief look of confusion, a rarity, appeared in Yu Ci's eyes.

At this moment, Chang Yue's friends finally realized what was happening. One girl frowned and said, "Where did this little brat come from? I hate those unruly kids who run around everywhere."

Chaochao wanted to say that she hadn't wandered off, that she was just lost, but the latter seemed more embarrassing.

So Chaochao chose to remain silent.

To others, it might seem like they were terrified.

This is also the case in Yu Ci's view.

However, the fact that she rushed out of the way had already surprised him.

Chang Yue's ankle was throbbing with pain. Her eyes flashed with hostility as she suppressed her anger: "Whose child are you? Didn't your mother teach you to bump into people—"

Chaochao lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry, I bumped into you."

She really couldn't stop the car.

His tone was sincere, without a trace of affectation or resentment.

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