(fifteen)
Looking at the well-behaved girl in front of him, Lin Tingfeng's lips curled up slightly again. He asked her gently, "Don't you recognize me? Humph?" The heavy hum at the end of his voice made Ye Wenyu even more frightened, and her face tightened.
She quickly looked up at him, her large eyes like the black seeds on a pear, clear and bright, then quickly lowered her head again. Before long, Lin Tingfeng saw a pink blush rise on her originally snow-white face.
The way she looked up at him just now seemed as if she still couldn't accept the reality. She had been terrified when she saw him from a distance, and even after getting closer to him, she still couldn't process this cruel truth. So, in her fear and trepidation just now, she quickly glanced at him again, hoping that she wasn't the dejected customer she had met that night.
Not wanting the girl to feel too upset or conflicted, Lin Tingfeng explained to her, "I didn't mean to. To keep it from you, that night—" He paused for a moment before smiling and saying, "It seems like I've never had a chance to introduce myself."
Hearing this, Ye Wenyu's face flushed. He was right; he hadn't had a chance to introduce himself because, from beginning to end, it was she who was constantly chattering away, like a chirping sparrow. But—
She mustered her courage and said, "But you said you're a disappointed person, and you even said we're both disappointed people—" At this point, she glared at him with a sarcastic smile in her eyes, and said crisply, "How could Lin Tingfeng be disappointed!" meaning that he had clearly lied to her.
Lin Tingfeng was stunned. He had never seen such a bold girl before. After a moment of silence, he slowly asked, "Do you think Lin Tingfeng won't be disappointed?"
That's hilarious, is he some kind of deity?
Ye Wenyu thought for a moment, then lowered her head and said seriously, "Yes, he has enormous wealth, graduated from an Ivy League university, is a second-generation rich kid, and comes from a prestigious family. He can have whatever he wants, so how could he possibly be down on his luck?"
Lin Tingfeng listened to Ye Wenyu's explanation without saying anything, but felt inexplicably comfortable and happy. It turned out that in the eyes of outsiders, he could get whatever he wanted and would never be disappointed.
That evening, despite his sister's insistence on attending the family dinner after a barrage of phone calls, Lin Tingfeng felt utterly disgusted as soon as he stepped inside. He saw a throng of fame-obsessed men and women surrounding him like wolves eyeing a piece of meat, and he quickly feigned answering a phone call. He hurriedly went inside, changed into a suit and sportswear, and escaped. A night run in his own garden was far more comfortable than dealing with those fame-obsessed men and women, and it was there that he unintentionally stumbled upon Ye Wenyu, who was crying on a swing.
She was beautiful, intelligent, and academically excellent. She was talented, had excellent aesthetic taste, and her own insights. However, she was poor, homeless, and unloved. She couldn't afford her university tuition and living expenses. Because she had no way to borrow money, she sat on the swing in his garden and secretly cried.
But in this world, everyone has moments of disappointment; otherwise, he wouldn't be standing here today.
Lin Tingfeng didn't want to say much about whether he was a down-on-his-luck person. He raised his head, squinted his narrow phoenix eyes in the golden sunlight, stretched, and said to Ye Wenyu standing in front of him, "Oh, it's been a long time since I strolled around the university campus. Come for a walk with me."
Ye Wenyu remained standing still, as if nailed to the spot. She asked softly, "Are you really Lin Tingfeng?"
Lin Tingfeng smiled, took a business card from his pocket, and picked up the girl's hand hanging by her side. He felt a jolt, as if an electric current had struck him. He looked at her in shock. In his life, he had held many women's hands, even engaging in more intimate acts, but this electric feeling, like first love, like a thunderbolt striking a celestial flame, was something he hadn't experienced in many years. He gazed at her intently, watching as her originally fair and delicate face slowly flushed with a peach-blossom-like blush. Her shyness filled him with joy.
With a smile in his eyes, he slowly lowered his head and looked at her hand. Her hand was snow-white and slender, and when he held it in his palm, it felt like melting wax that would soon melt away. He really didn't want to let go, but he was afraid of upsetting her, so he forced himself to put down the business card and then reluctantly let go.
Ye Wenyu opened her eyes wide, picked up the business card, and took a closer look. Sure enough, it was Lin Tingfeng.
She looked up at the handsome man before her. He was truly good-looking, nearly 1.85 meters tall, with bulging muscles on his chest and arms, long, straight legs, delicate features, and a deliberately tanned bronze complexion that was remarkably smooth. This muscular man, resembling a male model, could he really be Lin Tingfeng? Just now, as he stood on one side of the tree-lined avenue, several college girls had been secretly sizing him up.
Seeing Ye Wenyu glancing at the business card and then at him with shock and confusion in her eyes, Lin Tingfeng couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
Ye Wenyu honestly said, "The Lin Tingfeng in my mind is not like you." That's why she mistook him for someone else in the Lin family garden. When she saw him, she never expected him to be Lin Tingfeng!
Lin Tingfeng became curious, reached out a hand to touch his chin, and slowly asked Ye Wenyu, "So, what do you think Lin Tingfeng is like?"
Ye Wenyu's face flushed, and she said softly, "I always thought he was a bald, pot-bellied, greasy middle-aged man. I never expected you to be so, so—" She couldn't finish her sentence, her face already burning with embarrassment.
Ah, not only is he super rich, but he also looks like a prince.
Lin Tingfeng didn't speak, but he couldn't help but smile. He knew what she meant by what she didn't say: she was praising his good looks.
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