His sensitive pride led He Heng to say things that went against his conscience.
"Ruan Jiao, that's enough! Just because you have money doesn't mean you can look down on me. Let me tell you, I, He Heng, would rather starve to death on the streets than accept your charity."
"He Heng~"
Ruan Jiao was heartbroken and saddened after her good intentions were betrayed by He Heng, her emotions shifting between haughty pride and sadness.
Ruan Jiao said that it was not difficult at all, and looked at He Heng pitifully, begging He Heng to soften his heart.
This time, however, Ruan Jiao's words crossed He Heng's bottom line. No matter how pitiful Ruan Jiao appeared, she didn't even receive a glance from He Heng.
"Lanlan, thank you. Don't worry, I won't let you suffer any losses or difficulties. I'll look for a job tomorrow and pay you the rent as soon as possible."
Du Lan hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but held back. He Heng understood; Du Lan was mindful of his pride, unlike Ruan Jiao who spoke without restraint.
"Lanlan, stop talking. My mind is made up. If you won't accept my rent, I won't go to the place you mentioned."
Since He Heng had already said all that, what else could Duran say?
"good."
Du Lan led the way, followed by He Heng and Ruan Jiao walking side by side.
A delicate fragrance lingered around his nose, and He Heng's heart stirred. He turned his head to look at Ruan Jiao beside him.
Actually, in terms of appearance alone, Ruan Jiao is far more beautiful than Du Lan, and he likes her.
However, Ruan Jiao's personality is too spoiled, and she mostly acts according to her own wishes. If Ruan Jiao were willing to restrain her temper for him, He Heng is not sure if he would still firmly choose Du Lan.
The reality is that Ruan Jiao is completely unwilling. Since she's unwilling, there's no need for him to choose Du Lan. It's just that occasionally, He Heng enjoys the two of them fighting for him.
This is a symbol of his charm, which will greatly boost He Heng's self-esteem.
Right now, the night is dark, the person beside him is beautiful, and the lamplight falls on Ruan Jiao. He Heng is unconsciously mesmerized.
Admiring a beautiful woman under lamplight is a pleasure; the thorns of a rose are softened by the light, gaining a hazy, ethereal beauty.
At this moment, He Heng felt that if Ruan Jiao were to swim gently and tenderly, he would give his life for her.
Her heart was fluttering, and her gaze began to wander unconsciously. Ruan Jiao endured He Heng's disgusted look, while maintaining a shy and demure facade.
Just be patient, it'll be almost over.
Just bear with it; they're about to send people to hell.
"He Heng, we've arrived."
A gentle voice rang out, melodious and captivating, yet possessing an irresistible allure.
He Heng suddenly realized that, without even noticing, they had arrived at the place Du Lan had mentioned.
Upon seeing this, He Heng's pupils contracted sharply, he broke out in a cold sweat, and his face turned pale.
This is the place he remembers living with Duran after graduation, and also the place where he disappeared.
Thinking of what awaited him, He Heng wanted to escape, but then a smiling face appeared before him—it was Du Lan's.
"He Heng, what's wrong?"
A snow-white handkerchief was wiping away his cold sweat; the smiling face before him merged with his memories.
He Heng's desire to escape gradually eased, but a chill crept down his back without him even realizing it.
"Lanlan, how did you find this place?"
Instead of saying it was Duran's house, it directly stated how Duran found the place.
Duran's mind raced, and he tentatively said,
"He Heng, please don't blame me. This is my first time here too. I heard from others that the rent is cheaper here, so I..."
With He Heng holding her hands, all her doubts vanished. He Heng understood.
Just now, Du Lan mentioned at the university gate that she owned a house, but that was actually a lie. She mainly wanted to help him, but was also mindful of his pride.
Thinking about it, He Heng's gaze towards Du Lan warmed even more. In his memory, after he and Du Lan graduated, it was Du Lan who found the house, and she gave the same explanation.
This same explanation made him dizzy for a moment; some details clicked together, and He Heng stared at Duran in disbelief.
His pitiful face gradually blurred, his eyes blinking. He Heng tried to stay awake, and just as his hand was about to touch his thigh, Du Lan gently grasped it.
"He Heng, He Heng, what's wrong with you?"
His last memory was Duran's voice. In that instant, He Heng seemed to understand something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"unlucky."
As soon as the man collapsed, Duran stood up with a look of disgust, released He Heng's hand, and casually tossed aside the white handkerchief.
A gust of wind came from the air, causing the white handkerchief to dance slowly before finally landing on He Heng's face.
His subconscious mind, which had been open, completely fell asleep, and He Heng was so dizzy he couldn't be dizzier anymore.
"I'm sorry to have troubled you."
Ruan Jiao, unlike her previous spoiled self, cuddled with Du Lan and acted coquettishly.
Du Lan rolled her eyes reproachfully, then looked down and gave He Heng a disgusted glance.
"Let's go, there's still a big project ahead!"
Upon hearing this, Ruan Jiao's face fell, and then she followed Du Lan to move He Heng, who was lying on the ground.
"Alright, alright, go get your things, he'll give them to me."
Du Lan smiled. She knew Ruan Jiao's personality; Ruan Jiao was indeed spoiled, just like her older sister.
He scooped He Heng up from the ground, giving him a light shake, then, after a moment's thought, casually picked up He Heng's belongings with his left hand.
"They're gone."
Du Lan said irritably, knowing that Ruan Jiao disliked He and his arrogant nature; otherwise, she wouldn't be playing the role of a weak and pitiful white moonlight.
Ruan Jiao plays a spoiled young lady, but it's not really acting; it's more like Ruan Jiao is just being herself.
But she was the one truly playing the role. Just kidding, she's a martial arts grand slam champion, and to have her play a pitiful, weak, and helpless character is a true crossover performance.
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