Chapter 1
2110 Words
It was another day, another sunny morning, and the mother raised her shrill curse.
Mo Xiyue, 18-year-old, in the same mood as before, she calmly got up, calmly folded the quilt on her single bed neatly.
"You trash! You damn poor bastard, I'm really bad luck for my whole lifetime after married you...”
If you feel unlucky, you can remarry.
While brushing her teeth, Mo Xiyue silently recited the following words.
"I'm just playing mahjong. Do I need a deadbeat like you to mumble with me for half a day?!”
“Everyone else will die, why don't you die? Find a limousine to commit suicide, and the compensation will be enough for me and the kids to live for a few months!”
The more she cursed, the more she went overboard.
But her cowardly father, surely thighs have been pinched into bruises, not even dare to say a word.
Indifferently picking up her school bag, she directly ignored the ‘gang fight’ in the living room.
She didn't sympathise with her father, if a man can't even control a woman, what need is there for others to sympathise with him?
She kept telling herself that in the future, she would look for a very strong man, and that man must have a hard arm and strong willpower.
"Sister, come together!” 12-Year-old Xiaohua, also rushed out of the room and grabbed her hand.
"Alright.” She replied faintly, holding her younger brother's hand, and walked out of the door.
They have parents, but they do not feel the warmth of home amidst the sound of splinters from childhood and the increasingly vicious and intense curses, because more often than not, they may be without shelter at any time, and more often than not, they are on the run.
How can a place like this be called home?
She kept telling herself that in the future, she would find a very rich and wealthy man, at the very least, rich enough to pay for her brother to study in the most expensive and prestigious schools abroad.
She wanted her brother to become a man of honour, not like her father, who had lived such a sad life!
"Xi Yue, I'll take you to school.” Behind her, a nice gentle voice called out to her.
She turned her head and met a pair of warm and affectionate eyes.
It was her new neighbour, and the only child of the landlady.
“Brother Yan.” She smiled, calling politely.
"Let's go, I'll take you.” Yan Mingchen's elegant eyes gazed at her warmly.
“Thank you, Brother Yan.” She nodded her head in thanks.
Xiaohua glanced at his sister without a word.
Receiving tacit approval, Yan Mingchen hurriedly carried Little Ming onto his motorcycle, then Mo Xiyue wrapped her younger brother's waist and got on the motorcycle.
The motorcycle carried the weight of three people, and pitifully shuttled through the city, avoiding the eyes of the police, and soon, Xiaohua's primary school arrived.
“Thank you, Brother Yan.” Xiaohua obediently climbed off the motorcycle and respectfully thanked Yan Mingchen.
"You're welcome, you're welcome!” Yan Mingchen’s smile was still very gentle.
"In school, you must listen carefully to the teacher's words. If you have any questions you don't understand, you must ask them until you understand. Got it?” Mo Xiyue softly spoke to her younger brother who was both excellent in character and learning.
“I understand.” Xiao Ming nodded his head, he understands, after paying the tuition fee, he has to learn the best.
Before entering the campus, Xiaohua turned around and waved to his elder sister and Brother Yan, and with one last pair of worldly, precocious eyes, he looked at his sister for one last glance.
With that glance, Mo Xiyue understood the meaning of her younger brother.
That's a kind of disapproval, taking advantage of a man's sincerity for the bus fare of a few dollars a day.
However, how could a younger brother at the age of six in primary school, even if he was more precocious, understand how hard it was for every dollar to come by. It is only by the bus fare saved in the morning that he could regularly have his lunch.
“Brother Yan, let's go.” Getting back on the motorcycle, her smile remained light.
"OK.” Her small hand, hitched onto the hem of his waist, and all of a sudden, Yan Mingchen felt an unstoppable wave of emotion flowing through his heart.
Wishing to get closer, wanting to walk in.
From the first day this girl moved into the empty house next door, his calm heart understood what love at first sight meant.
"Xiyue, are you available on Sunday? I want to invite you to watch a movie.” In front of the locomotive, Yan Mingchen held the handlebars of the motorcycle, asking shyly and nervously.
“Brother Yan, you know I have to work part-time and really don't have time.” She refused faintly.
Joking aside, how much part-time work time would be wasted and how much less money would be earned by watching a film? If she had this free time, she might as well go home and catch up on more sleep.
Although, she also had a certain degree of good feelings towards this boy.
The first time he proposed a date and was rejected, Yan Mingchen's face was suffocatingly red, starting from her hand on his waist (which was actually just grabbing the hem of his shirt), then from his invitation for a date, and then being rejected, his emotions rose and fell as if he was on a roller coaster ride.
But, he knew that she was different from other normal girls, and the rejection wasn't because of posing or resistance, but that she really didn't have the time.
However, even if he understand, his mood will still be faintly lost.
Soon arrived at her school.
Saint Noran Noble College.
At first, Yan Mingchen was extremely surprised that a girl from such an impoverished family could actually attend a school that had such a high threshold that even high-level white-collar families could not get into no matter how much money they were willing to bite the bullet.
After all, this is really the only aristocratic college in the country.
All of the students inside are the sons of well-known business owners or the children of prestigious high cadre.
Later, Yan Mingchen realised that the reason why Mo Xiyue appeared in this aristocratic college is that the performance of the students in this school is really too miserable. In order to cover up the chaos, but also to use the student's performance as an advertisement benefit, so the school made an exception, reduced all the tuition fees of Mo Xiyue, and provided high living expenses by month,‘invited’ Mo Xiyue from a key university.
Mo Xiyue, who was under the age of 18, became a transfer student of Saint Noran Noble College and the only poor student.
Early in her student days, because of her excellent score, she skipped several grades in a row, so now she was already a junior at Saint Noran Noble College.
If there was no accident, like all the students in Saint Noran Noble College, she would concentrate on taking the postgraduate entrance examination at this college after four years of undergraduate studies.
With a faint smile, she waved goodbye to Yan Mingchen.
She politely waited for Yan Mingchen to walk away before turning around and walking towards the campus.
Suddenly, a red roadster flew past her at a speed of more than a hundred yards.
The wind in her ears on a winter's day, piercing through like the hinge of a knife.
Biting her lower lip tightly, an inexplicable rage raced up from her chest.
She knew who it was!
Lin Yizhou!
That only know how to sleep in class, never hand in homework, was impatient with her rush, only annoyed to roar, “Who the hell are you?”
He didn't know her, being a classmate for two months, a guy who didn't even know the monitor!
And it was so exaggerated that he yelled back at her every time, “Who the hell are you?”
He really doesn't know her, he forgets her every time he sees her.
Or rather, he didn't bother to remember her at all.
The young master of such a wealthy family, when he looks at her, even the corners of his eyes are filled with contempt and disdain!
...
Lin Yizhou, who did not know that he had inadvertently made another enemy, flew into a special parking space in a dashing manner, and braked sharply with a squeak, carrying a school bag, stepped out of the sports car.
Throwing the schoolbag to the back with one hand, with a charming and untamed appearance.
“Oops! Lin Yizhou. Oh he's so handsome. I really can't get tired of watching him!”
"Absolutely. Look at him, wearing fur all over but he's carrying a sports schoolbag. If it's another man, it would be really ugly. But when Lin Yizhou wears it, he's really like a super. He's simply guiding the trend!”
"Oh, I'm dizzy...”
Wherever Lin Yizhou goes, he can always hear all kinds of voices obsessed with him.
Lin Yizhou is 20 years old, the brightest star in Saint Noran Noble College.
The reason why he appeared here was because his original position was here.
He, is the school's preferred Funder for yearly donations.
In other words, he is her gold master, the source of the high monthly living expenses, from the Lin family's generous contribution to this school.
Mo Xiyue's impression of Lin Yizhou is extremely poor, she has not seen such a dandy fever like Lin Yizhou who completely do not know about the hardships of human life. Shallow, arrogant, spendthrift, regard women as clothes, typical Prince Syndrome that sick to death.
However, this is just her personal thoughts and does not represent the mass consciousness.
For example ......
A delicate girl blushed, lowered her head, stumbling bravely rushed to Lin Yizhou.
“Senior Lin, I like you, please be my boyfriend!” The girl blushed to almost brain congestion, holding a confession letter, raised his hands and waited for him to accept.
The atmosphere was silent for ten seconds...
"Take five steps, turn left, garbage can, thank you.” That was Lin Yizhou's reply.
Straightforward, heartless!
Regardless of how many people were present to watch, he never cared about other people's feelings.
The girl's eyes suddenly turned red, “Senior Lin, how could you do this? Obviously you were very happy with me that day!” The girl's expression was wronged and innocent, as if she had been toyed and completely abandoned.
Around her, whispers began.
In other people's finger pointing, Lin Yizhou’s only patience was worn out, grumpy roar out of his “signature” words, “Who the hell are you!”
After hearing this answer, the girl covered her face and cried bitterly.
“Senior Lin, how could you do this?……”
The students are surrounded by three layers, each holding a mood of gloating and watching.
Just kidding, want to hitting on Lin Yizhou, you have to see if everyone is happy or not!
"Crazy! I don't know you!” Lin Yizhou was furious and was about to push away the crowd and squeeze out.
Suddenly, a “titter” came from behind, and Lin Yizhou's close friend He Xuan was laughing happily in the crowd.
"Yizhou, it's wrong for you to do this. This little girl has made tiramisu for you several times. Every time you eat it, you are so happy. Now, you don't recognize anyone when you turn against them. This is not okay!” He Xuan held back his laughter, did not dare to laugh too exaggeratedly.
Only he knows that this guy ......
Sure enough.
Tiramisu? Damn, why didn’t you say earlier!
Looking at Lin Yizhou's sudden realization, He Xuan suppressed his smile and almost suffered internal injuries.
Understand their own again posed a big oolong, because a piece of tiramisu, he actually became a heart breaker, and Lin Yizhou's whole face was completely black.
Suffering a dumb losses, Lin Yizhou grumpy push away the onlookers, even rough to push down several students, and walked away ignoringly.
This guy, no class, no manners!
Mo Xiyue has laid down two more sins for Lin Yizhou.
Her man must be strong enough and rich enough, but definitely will not be Lin Yizhou!
- Writer
