Chapter 629: Sheng Huaian (4)
Attached to the news was a photo of the eldest grandson of the Sheng family.
Sheng Huaian looked at the face and found that it did look very similar to him, but more mature and murderous than him.
For some reason, he suddenly shuddered.
Jiang Zhiyue stared at him deeply, wiped away the tears from her eyes, and said, "You look a lot like him, but you are different. You look more immature than him."
Hearing a girl of his age describe him as "immature", Sheng Huaian found it extremely strange, "You say that as if you are much older than me."
Jiang Zhiyue claimed that although she looked young, she had actually graduated from university and was indeed a few years older than Sheng Huaian.
"What's your name?" she asked.
Sheng Huaian's throat choked. Wait -
What was his name? His memory seemed to be confused since he appeared in this cemetery.
At this moment, several young men in white shirts ran over, put their arms around Sheng Huaian's shoulders, and said with a wink, "Wow! Er Gou Dan, why are you here?"
"Are you kidding me? You're flirting with girls at someone else's funeral. Do you have any conscience?"
What a mess.
Sheng Huaian had a feeling something was wrong and searched for his school badge in his pocket. A boy next to him glanced at the tearful Jiang Zhiyue, then looked at the nervous Sheng Huaian, and said jokingly in a low voice, "You idiot, you're actually dating behind your brothers' backs. Why didn't you tell me earlier? It turns out you like cool little sisters."
Sheng Huaian ignored him and found the gray school badge with his name written on it - Sheng An.
Just one word difference.
When Sheng Huaian saw the girl's eyes opposite him change instantly, he felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity, as if a kind of literature of substitute love was about to be staged in his future.
Sheng Huaian will not be anyone's substitute.
Even if...that person really looks like him, as if it was him.
However, what Sheng Huaian could not have imagined was that he would meet Jiang Zhiyue again in this worst junior college in the country.
According to classmates, Jiang Zhiyue inherited her late boyfriend's will and started fundraising for an education fund, hoping to encourage poor students with poor academic performance to work hard and get out of their predicament by establishing a bonus system.
Most of the students studying here are left-behind children from the surrounding areas. This college does not focus on imparting traditional knowledge, but teaches them how to perform various hard physical labor in Brandenberg every day.
Jiang Zhiyue's appearance is like a ray of hope.
The boys in the class excitedly called her, "Goddess sister!"
"Damn it, it's like God sent someone to save us!"
Sheng Huaian looked at one of the fat guys with disdain and kicked him in dissatisfaction, "You called her the wrong name, she is older than us."
"We are all adults, there is no need to distinguish between age. Anyone thinner than me can be called sister!" the fat man screamed excitedly.
Jiang Zhiyue was not interested in other people. She only noticed Sheng Huaian but would not take the initiative to approach him. She silently kept a suitable distance and watched him silently.
Sheng Huaian turned his head away awkwardly. Who was she looking at through him? The dead man?
Sheng Huaian couldn't bear it any longer, so he finally came to her house. His originally unfriendly expression suddenly changed when he saw her looking up at him, her long eyelashes like butterfly wings fluttering slightly, and it was like a ripple spreading from the bottom of his heart.
Sheng Huaian suppressed his temper and said, "Hey, although I look a lot like your boyfriend, I'm not him."
Jiang Zhiyue was still looking at him.
Sheng Huaian felt awkward being looked at, and took a deep breath, "Are you interested in telling me about your boyfriend's story?"
In fact, he has not yet realized that the beginning of curiosity about a person is a sign of love.
When he was a student, Sheng Huaian was a sunny and cheerful boy. It didn't matter that he came from a poor family. It didn't matter that he studied in the worst college. Fighting all day long didn't affect his positive attitude.
"You two...really look alike." He heard Jiang Zhiyue say again: "If he didn't have the burden of the family, his student days would have been like yours."
Even their smiles are similar.
However, the man in the portrait had to bear too many unspeakable responsibilities when he was alive.
At present, Sheng Huaian is a left-behind child. There is no intrigue in his family and no throne to inherit.
He was wearing a white shirt uniform. When the wind blew, his black hair fluttered in the wind. He shook his hair and fiddled with his messy handsome hairstyle with his hands to avoid damaging his image.
Jiang Zhiyue slowly told him that she and her boyfriend met at Wharton College. She was the first in the class and he was the second. She was a special admissions student and he was a noble.
When he was being hunted by his family, she accidentally saved him, and then they met.
It's a cliché story. Fate is cliché. How can it be so thrilling? Only those who have experienced thrilling things understand that happiness in this world is plain and simple.
"The reason why he and the Sheng family perished together was also because of me. Because of our love, those who wanted to hurt him targeted me."
"He took the danger away, so I was safe. Is he stupid? If I were given a chance to do it again, I would stop him at all costs."
Jiang Zhiyue didn't want to say more, and after she finished speaking, tears welled up in her eyes again.
Seeing this, Sheng Huaian couldn't help but raise his hand, wanting to wipe away her tears. When his fingers were about to touch her skin, he saw the stunned look in her beautiful eyes, and suddenly withdrew his hand, his movement a little helpless.
"It's getting late. Let me take you home. After all, you are the God of Wealth of our college. Everyone's future depends on you. You can't afford to make any mistakes."
He said it fearlessly, hiding his unnatural expression.
He had a cool motorcycle, and it was the first time he took a girl on board. Sheng Huaian cleared his throat and said nervously, "We're about to set off, hold on tight."
A roar sounded, and he turned his back to Jiang Zhiyue. Only the students passing by could see his flushed face, which looked like a boiling balloon in the strong wind.
"My name hasn't been introduced yet..." a girl's voice sounded behind him.
Sheng Huaian: "I know your name is Jiang Zhiyue, I don't know why..." The first time I saw her, I actually knew her name in my heart.
Could it be that she is possessed by her dead boyfriend?!
Otherwise, why would he pay attention to her? Why would he be unable to resist the urge to get close to her?
Sheng Huaian seemed to have strayed into a supernatural story due to his teenage heartbeat.
He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw nothing unusual about Jiang Zhiyue. He only felt a pair of soft hands wrapped around her slender waist. Her whispers drifted in the wind, "In this life, nothing can stop us..."
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