“Ah—”
A frantic scream from Ruan Mingyi echoed through the 500-square-meter living room.
She nudged Ye Qiao beside her: “Qiao Qiao, wake up!”
Ye Qiao groggily opened her eyes: “Mm… Mingyi, you’re awake. Are you hungry? Should I ask the kitchen to make something?”
Ruan Mingyi had no mind for food now. She stared blankly ahead and said, “Did I do something unforgivable to a handsome man today?”
Ye Qiao stretched lazily: “You remember now? I thought you’d forgotten. You spoke wildly to him, hugged him, touched him. Luckily, he had a good temper and high quality, so he didn’t bother with you.”
Ruan Mingyi buried her face in an eighty-thousand-yuan pillow. Her muffled voice carried a hint of shame: “My God… How could I say such things…”
She actually asked him if it was long?
But how long was Shen Qingling’s, exactly?
Judging by his height, it shouldn’t be too bad.
She didn't even try to test him then. She only dared to verbally tease him; if she had to do something, she would chicken out.
Ruan Mingyi had a very repressed personality. Everything she did to Shen Qingling yesterday could be described as crazy.
The moment Ruan Mingyi thought of her infatuated appearance in front of Shen Qingling during the day, she wished she could travel back in time and slap her past self to death.
Ye Qiao comforted her: “Oh, don’t worry too much. Just find a time to apologize to him. Anyway, he works at your family’s coffee shop, so it’s not a big problem.”
“No, it’s a big problem.”
“?”
Thinking of Shen Qingling’s handsome face, her heart raced again. Even when he frowned and coldly refused, he looked so good.
“Qiao Qiao, I really like that face. If these embarrassing things hadn’t happened, I could still maintain the aloofness and dignity of a beautiful young lady in front of him. Now, in his eyes, I must be a perverted stalker.”
“That’s not wrong. I couldn’t even watch you at the time.”
“What should I do? Do you think I still have a chance?”
“You’re so beautiful and rich, what man can refuse you? As long as your mouth isn’t so venomous, I believe there’s still hope. After all, you were drunk then, which is understandable, but…”
“But what?”
“I think that Shen Qingling is quite aloof, and he doesn’t seem like the kind of man who would leech off women for money. He’s probably different from the men you used to like.”
Ruan Mingyi raised an eyebrow: “What’s the big deal? Isn’t that even better? I wouldn’t like a man who can be easily swayed by money for more than a few days.”
Ruan Mingyi quickly found someone to get Shen Qingling’s WeChat, intending to approach him with her usual old tricks.
However, she got the WeChat, but Shen Qingling did not accept.
Ruan Mingyi frowned. Was he busy or did he forget?
So she added the note “Ruan Mingyi” and said she was there to apologize, sending Shen Qingling another friend request. Unfortunately, Shen Qingling still did not accept.
On the other side, Shen Qingling’s phone lit up.
He knew it was a friend request from Ruan Mingyi with just a glance.
077: “Host, are you not going to accept Ruan Mingyi’s friend request?”
Shen Qingling: “I didn’t say I couldn’t accept it, just not now. You can’t let Ruan Mingyi approach you too smoothly. Otherwise, if she gets it too easily, she’ll find it boring, won’t cherish it, and won’t give true feelings.”
Ruan Mingyi’s personality trait was a lack of love; she fell for one person after another. Such liking and love were superficial, not genuine at all.
She just needed to find someone to pour her emotions into because she lacked love; she wanted an emotional outlet. To her, it didn't matter who the other person was, and that wasn't true love.
Shen Qingling did not want to become one of Ruan Mingyi's past dispensable prey; he wanted her true feelings.
In fact, it can also be inferred from this that Ruan Mingyi’s upbringing environment was probably not good, not in terms of finances, but in terms of emotions. Otherwise, with her family background, how could she lack love?
Because she did not receive complete and sufficient love in her family, she developed a personality of falling for one person after another and easily changing who she liked. People like her also found it harder to learn how to love someone.
Ruan Mingyi was not giving true love; she was merely hoping to receive the love she desired through this method.
But clearly, her twisted romantic personality made it difficult to find true love, so she was constantly searching, forever without love.
The more perfect a family, with loving parents who doted on their children, the more likely it was to raise children with healthy personalities.
Such children had a better capacity to love, and their inner world was brighter and more abundant. They would not try to seek extremely intense love from others, but rather were more willing to give love. How could they crave something they already possessed?
Shen Qingling had seen many people like Ruan Mingyi, both male and female, who would only end up hurting the people they liked deeply.
Shen Qingling hoped he could change her, provided she was still salvageable.
Shen Qingling glanced at the time on his phone; it was almost midnight. He had to go to bed on time, as he had an early class tomorrow morning. As a top student, he couldn't be late.
The original host rented a house off-campus for convenience, as it was not far from the school, about a ten-minute walk.
The next morning, Shen Qingling got up and opened his closet, falling silent at the sight of nothing but shirts.
Fortunately, it was spring, so he still had jackets and trench coats to wear.
Otherwise, wearing the same white shirt every day, people who didn't know would think he wore the same outfit every day.
Shen Qingling put on a mask, donned a trench coat, and left the house.
The original host liked to wear masks, and so did Shen Qingling.
The original host did it to be low-key, as he didn't want to attract too much attention.
Shen Qingling’s habit came from his past as a celebrity. To avoid being recognized and to prevent paparazzi and sasaengs from taking photos, he habitually wore a mask when going out.
Shen Qingling arrived at the classroom early, and as soon as he entered, everyone’s eyes were drawn to him.
In his previous life, Shen Qingling was a top-tier actor, possessing both popularity and acting skills. He was also one of the few celebrities regularly featured in major fashion magazines. It was said that female celebrities were the most viral on the red carpet, but Shen Qingling consistently outshone them.
He seemed to naturally possess an attractive charm, especially the way he walked and carried himself. It was hard to say why, but he simply looked better than ordinary people.
To put it mystically, it was “starlight”; to put it plainly, his physique was exceptionally beautiful.
In fact, Shen Qingling had undergone rigorous training for all of this. As an excellent actor, his every movement, every smile, every frown had been practiced countless times in front of a mirror.
He knew how to smile most beautifully, how to cry most movingly. Such a man, if placed among ordinary people, would be a dimensionality reduction attack; few women could resist his charm.
Shen Qingling took off his mask and casually found a seat. As usual, almost no one dared to sit near him.
Shen Qingling’s aloofness was well-known, which was why everyone automatically kept their distance from him. Otherwise, even if you sat next to him, you would only feel a chill, a sense of self-humiliation, and no one wanted to approach and get a cold shoulder.
But today, the discussions surrounding him were more numerous than before.
“Hey, do you guys feel like Shen Qingling has gotten even more handsome?”
“I also feel like he’s different somehow, but his face is still the same face, and he’s still the same person. It’s really strange.”
“Is it because we saw that divine photo and now have a fan filter for him?”
“Does Shen Qingling’s face need a fan filter? Isn’t he just straightforwardly handsome? Even I, a man, think he’s handsome. That’s an objective fact, undeniable.”
“He’s handsome, yes, I’m not saying he wasn’t handsome before, it’s just that he seems to have more presence today than before.”
“How does the same trench coat look different on him? When he walked in with his mask just now, it was like a runway show. Anyone who didn’t know would think a celebrity had walked in.”
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