Around 3 PM, Wu Yue moved out of the dormitory. Su Yanyan and the others smiled knowingly, making up all sorts of nonsense, telling Wu Yue to take it easy and remember to wear a condom when they did *that*.
They never expected that their relationship with Wu Yue would become so bland afterward, and that they would just be ordinary classmates when they met again.
"Yue, come back to the dorm to play often." Tong Chunhan waved her hand.
Wu Yue stood at the dormitory door, backlit, so her expression was obscured; only her voice could be heard: "There's probably not much of a chance."
Just then, Feng Xiran's phone rang, which conveniently drowned out Wu Yue's voice.
Wu Yue said goodbye and left with her suitcase.
"Hello? Fang Gengtian's roommate?"
"Yes, yes, Fang Gengtian is sick. He keeps calling your name. Aren't you his girlfriend? Come and see him."
“Perfect timing. Please pass on my message to Fang Gengtian.” Feng Xiran straightened up. This was the first time in the past six months that she had felt so confident and resolute.
[After the red thread curse is resolved, your boyfriend will fall seriously ill; it's a backlash. He won't die.]
"Break up. Break up today, and don't contact me again, or I'll call the police."
Feng Xiran hung up the phone in one breath, then immediately blocked Fang Gengtian's WeChat and phone number completely. She took a breath, stood up from her chair, and raised her voice slightly: "Chunhan, Yanyan, I'm happy today, I'll treat you to milk tea! What would you like to drink! And chicken cutlets, order those too!"
...
The house arranged by Yan Chiyu was neither too close nor too far from Jinghua University, about a seven or eight-minute walk away.
Uncle Min was waiting outside the school early on. After putting Wu Yue's luggage in the trunk, he told her in advance, "Miss Wu Yue, I'll take you to the mall. Mr. Yan is waiting for you there."
"Mr. Yan?" Wu Yue asked, puzzled.
Uncle Min replied, "Oh, it's Second Young Master. Mr. Yan said calling him Second Young Master is too Mary Sue-ish, and if others heard it, they would think he's some village tycoon, so he changed it to Mr. Yan."
“Call him Mr. Yan…” Wu Yue sat in the car, propped her chin up, and said leisurely, “He’s quite the domineering CEO type.”
Uncle Min was amused by this. While driving, he said, "Miss Wu Yue, don't worry, I will never say 'you are the first girl Mr. Yan brought home' or 'you actually made Mr. Yan laugh'...I'm an old man who has been surfing the internet lately."
Wu Yue silently gave a thumbs up. On the way to the mall, she tested Uncle Min with another tricky question, "Uncle Min, did Yan Chiyu have any friends when he was little?"
"Yes, I have."
Wu Yue was momentarily surprised. She thought that according to the plot, Yan Chiyu shouldn't have any friends. "Really? Are you in contact with him now?"
“We’ve lost contact… I guess.” It seemed like a distant story. Uncle Min recalled the past with a slightly strange expression. “We can’t see those friends anymore. Mr. Yan said that his friends either reincarnated or vanished into thin air. So we probably haven’t been in contact since.”
Wu Yue: "..."
Wu Yue: "A special friend."
"Miss Wu Yue, we've arrived." The car came to a smooth stop, and Uncle Min turned around from the front seat and said, "Put your suitcases in the car first. After you've finished shopping and having dinner, we'll take them to the villa together tonight."
"Thank you, Uncle Min."
Wu Yue opened the car door and jumped out.
She boasted that she jumped very steadily, but someone reached out to help her up and then pulled her into their arms, saying, "You'll be of legal marriage age in two years. Why are you still acting like a child? Be more steady."
Wu Yue pursed her lips, tilted her head back, opened her mouth, and sighed earnestly, "Little friend, I am already tens of thousands of years old."
"real?"
"real."
"Great, come with me to the Civil Affairs Bureau at 8:30 tomorrow morning to line up, and we'll get our marriage certificate at 9:00."
"...Alright, I'm only eighteen." Wu Yue glanced at him and weakly raised the white flag in surrender.
Inside the car, Uncle Min wore a broad, uncle-like smile.
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