Since that "chance encounter" that day, Xi Wanrong seemed to have found a new gold mine and shifted most of her energy to Zhang Xuanhua.
Compared to the unfathomable Ye Qingliu who has Ye Fanshuang eyeing him covetously, this young master of the Zhang family who looks simple, rich, and shows obvious affection and dependence on her is simply the perfect springboard given to her by God.
She began to carefully weave a large, gentle net.
When Zhang Xuanhua "inadvertently" mentioned a newly opened internet-famous restaurant, she would "happen" to have free time and accompany him to "try it out", but in fact she was quietly getting to know his preferences.
When Zhang Xuanhua complained about academic pressure, she would comfort him in a mature and intellectual tone, share some "life experiences", and package herself as a gentle, reliable and experienced sister.
She would even use her position to keep an eye out for limited edition merchandise in the mall that Zhang Xuanhua might like and inform him in advance, creating the illusion that "I care about you very much."
Zhang Xuanhua's reaction was perfect. He never refused Xi Wanrong's invitations, and every time he saw her, he would smile with a clean, dependent smile, his eyes sparkling, like a small animal having its fur stroked.
He would listen to Xi Wanrong carefully and occasionally share some of his "troubles" - such as a professor being very strict, or being "scared" by an enthusiastic senior student.
She began to feel dissatisfied with the role of "sister." She tentatively added some ambiguous concern to her messages and made some "unintentional" physical contact when they met: a light pat on the shoulder, adjusting the collar, and the fingertips sliding across the back of the hand.
Zhang Xuanhua seemed a little shy and blushed slightly, but she never refused. Her light blue eyes were still filled with complete trust, and she even occasionally revealed a subtle attachment to her "sister".
This one-sided "hunting" game seemed incredibly smooth to Xi Wanrong.
Zhang Xuanhua acted too pure and too dependent, like a piece of white paper without a speck of dust.
This would occasionally cause Xi Wanrong to have a tiny bit of doubt in her heart, but it was quickly drowned out by the other party's defenseless, angelic smile and obedient attitude.
She needs a little "stimulation", an opportunity to break through this seemingly innocent barrier, allowing her to truly touch the other person, or even use him to reach a higher level (such as Ye Qingliu).
The opportunity came in a way that Xi Wanrong had never expected, but it perfectly matched the script in her heart.
It was a March evening, and the lights were just coming on.
Zhang Xuanhua sent a message to Xi Wanrong, his tone a little hesitant and uneasy, saying that he was alone in a newly developed art and commercial district in the west of the city where there were relatively few people watching a small installation art exhibition. When he came out, he felt as if someone was following him.
The information also included a location at the end, which was a relatively secluded narrow alley behind the commercial district, connecting to an old residential area.
Xi Wanrong almost immediately dropped the half-finished list of goods.
What a perfect script! Not only can it completely capture the heart of the beauty, but it can also demonstrate one's own strength and value, transforming "dependence" into a deeper level of "reliance" and "worship"!
More importantly, after this "shared hardship", wouldn't it be natural for her to ask him to introduce her to some of his friends (such as Ye Qingliu)?
When she arrived at the location, it was almost dark.
The narrow alley was narrow and dim, with only a faint light coming through from the main road in the distance and a poorly lit, flickering street lamp at the entrance of the alley barely illuminating the wet ground and the mottled and peeling walls.
The air was thick with the mixed smell of old garbage and damp mold.
In the alley, Zhang Xuanhua was cornered by two ruffian-looking, drunken men. He leaned against the cold, dirty wall, a canvas bag containing a small artwork slung over one shoulder, his face looking unusually pale in the dim light.
"Little...little brother, you wanna see...see an exhibition? You're...quite rich, aren't you?"
A burping man in greasy overalls, reeking of alcohol, approached with ill intent and reached out to tug at the canvas bag on Zhang Xuanhua's shoulder. "Can you lend me... some... some money for a drink?"
"Stop!" Xi Wanrong took a deep breath, suppressed the ecstasy in her heart and a trace of nervousness in facing the unfamiliar environment, stepped on high heels, tried to make her voice sound majestic and calm, and rushed over quickly.
She deliberately increased the volume, hoping to shock the other party.
The two drunks were obviously not expecting someone to show up, especially a well-dressed woman, and they were stunned for a moment.
"Who... who are you? Stop... minding your own business!" Another bald man with a scar on his face turned to Xi Wanrong with red eyes, his tone fierce, but his steps a little unsteady.
Xi Wanrong stood in front of Zhang Xuanhua, protecting him behind her, and said in a cold voice with forced composure: "He is my brother! Get out of here!"
"Oh, huh? Still... still quite arrogant?" Scarface sneered, staggering forward, the strong smell of alcohol hitting his face, "Little girl... you're quite courageous! Brother... brother, today..." He didn't finish his words, when something unexpected happened!
Zhang Xuanhua, who was protected by Xi Wanrong behind him, trembled even more violently, as if he was extremely scared, and even made a faint whimper.
However, just as Scarface's voice was about to fall and his attention was completely drawn to Xi Wanrong, Zhang Xuanhua made a move!
Quick! It’s almost time for Xi Wanrong to arrive. Suddenly, he felt his eyes blur.
Zhang Xuanhua rushed out from behind Xi Wanrong without any warning, like a black lightning that had been gathering momentum for a long time.
He paid no attention to the scarred man who was so close to him, and his target was directly the burping man who was trying to pull his bag.
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