The afternoon sun shone through the carved glass windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor of the student union office.

Yu Jiuyuan was looking down at the event planning sheet, the sound of her pen scratching the paper was clearly audible, while Rong Shenghan, sitting next to her, was patiently organizing the club's filing documents. His left arm moved smoothly, and there was no trace of the injury he had suffered.

The platinum ring on his left ring finger was the same style as the one on Yu Jiuyuan's finger; sunlight fell on it, refracting it into a delicate and dazzling light.

It was made by him by hand using the same platinum he had collected in the Yu family after his arm had healed. The edges were polished smoother than the one she had made for him before, as if to smooth out any edges that might hurt her.

"President, Vice President," a timid female voice rang out at the door, breaking the silence inside.

Yu Jiuyuan looked up and recognized her as Bai Weiwei, a freshman in the second year of high school. Her family had recently become wealthy and she always liked to hang out with the student council.

At this moment, the other person was holding an exquisite gift box, his eyes fixed on Rong Shenghan, and his cheeks were flushed with an unnatural redness.

"What's wrong?" Yu Jiuyuan's voice was emotionless, but her fingertips unconsciously tightened their grip on the pen.

Bai Weiwei seemed not to hear her words, walked straight to Rong Shenghan's table, pushed the gift box forward, and said in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Vice President, I heard that you injured your arm before, so I specially asked my family to find some things to help you recover. Do you like them?"

As she spoke, she suddenly twisted her ankle and fell straight towards Rong Shenghan, her posture so intimate that it seemed she was about to throw herself into his arms.

Yu Jiuyuan's gaze instantly turned cold.

Just a second before Bai Weiwei's hand was about to touch Rong Shenghan's clothes, he suddenly turned slightly to the side, naturally avoiding it.

Bai Weiwei missed her target, staggered and almost fell, the color draining instantly from her face.

“Sorry,” Rong Shenghan’s voice remained gentle, but his eyes were cold. “The floor is slippery, student, please be careful.”

He didn't even glance at the gift box; his gaze passed over Bai Weiwei and landed on Yu Jiuyuan, carrying a hint of questioning.

Yu Jiuyuan ignored him, instead stood up, walked to Bai Weiwei, bent down to pick up the gift box she had dropped on the ground, and casually handed it to Lin Yanran next to her.

He had been assigned to the student council to familiarize himself with the work today, and was standing in a corner with his usual arrogance on his face, but at this moment he was watching this farce with great interest.

“Officer Lin,” Yu Jiuyuan’s voice softened, with her signature innocent smile, “Give this to the logistics department and say it’s unclaimed junk.”

Lin Yanran raised an eyebrow and deliberately shook the gift box as she took it, causing the glassware inside to make a crisp clinking sound.

He scoffed, turned and walked out, not giving Bai Weiwei a single glance the entire time.

Bai Weiwei's face turned pale and then flushed, and she bit her lip as she looked at Yu Jiuyuan: "President, I..."

"I think there's a rule in Saint Sakura's school rules that prohibits students from harassing staff in office areas?" Yu Jiuyuan tilted her head, her smile innocent. "Or does Bai think the vice president looks easy to bully?"

Her tone was soft, yet it carried an invisible sense of pressure.

Bai Weiwei felt uneasy under her gaze, stammered for a long time, and finally fled in panic.

The office door closed, and Yu Jiuyuan's smile vanished instantly.

Without turning around, she walked straight to the window, her back to Rong Shenghan, her voice as cold as ice: "It seems that our Vice President Rong's charm is even greater than mine."

Rong Shenghan put down the documents in his hand, walked behind her, and tried to take her hand: "Jiuyuan, I didn't..."

"Don't touch me." Yu Jiuyuan suddenly shook off his hand, the force of which startled even herself.

She wasn't actually angry.

Provocations of Bai Weiwei's caliber are like pebbles on the roadside to her, utterly insignificant.

But when she saw the hand that was trying to touch Rong Shenghan, a fire inexplicably rose in her heart, burning so fiercely that she almost lost her reason.

This feeling is unfamiliar.

Is it possessiveness? Or... something she herself is unwilling to admit, her growing favoritism towards Rong Shenghan is making her become unlike herself?

Rong Shenghan's hand froze in mid-air, his eyes darkening.

He looked at Yu Jiuyuan's tense profile, at the ring on her finger that matched his own, and suddenly chuckled softly, "Jealous?"

"Why would I be jealous?" Yu Jiuyuan turned around, her eyes filled with annoyance at having her thoughts exposed. "Rong Shenghan, do you think that just because I gave you a title, you can go around flirting with other women?"

This statement makes no sense at all.

Rong Shenghan had clearly taken the initiative to avoid her, but she couldn't help wanting to stab him, to see if he would panic, or if he would care about her feelings as much as she cared about him.

She was like a spoiled child, demanding exclusive attention in the most piercing way.

Rong Shenghan didn't refute, but simply took a step forward, trapping her between his arms and the wall.

His presence enveloped her, carrying the crisp scent of ebony, a smell she was already accustomed to.

"No." He lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, his voice low and earnest, "From beginning to end, it's only you."

His fingers gently traced the edge of her ring finger: "This ring is a promise to you. It's also a reminder to everyone who I am."

Yu Jiuyuan's heart skipped a beat.

She looked into Rong Shenghan's deep eyes, those eyes that were always unfathomable, and now clearly reflected her image, with a seriousness she had never seen before.

She suddenly remembered that during the winter break, she had kept him at the villa under the pretense of warming his bed. He could have refused, but he stayed anyway.

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