vstars Chapter 578 Li Xing, died
Chapter 578 Li Xing, died
Jiang Wanyi didn't even spare a glance for Li Que, who was standing right next to her holding flowers, as if he and his bouquet were just an insignificant part of the stage scenery.
She transformed into a joyful swallow returning to its nest, lightly lifting her flowing light blue skirt, ignoring the glaring red rose offered to her, and running down the stage steps in her ballet shoes.
Her gaze remained fixed on the young man who had just stepped out of the supercar at the door.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd and countless mobile phone cameras, she ran straight to Ye Fan, and without hesitation, with a surge of energy, plunged headfirst into that warm and solid embrace.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder, as if she wanted to melt all the grievances and waiting she had just endured into this embrace.
In the center of the stage, Li Que still stiffly maintained the comical posture of holding flowers in front of him with both hands, leaning slightly forward, and with his mouth half open, like a cheap wax figure that had suddenly been powered off.
His carefully prepared expression froze completely, and his eyes, which had been filled with what he thought was love, now stared intently and incredulously at the couple embracing not far away.
The red rose in his hand seemed to instantly transform into a mocking thorn, pricking his palm painfully.
At that moment, Li Que felt as if he had been frozen into an ice sculpture in public, repeatedly roasted under the gaze of the entire school, and his heart felt as if it were being stabbed and stirred by ten thousand rusty, dull knives.
A surge of intense pain, a mixture of utter embarrassment, shame, jealousy, and heartbreak, instantly overwhelmed him.
This is the true social death.
The carefully constructed stage became a tomb to bury one's dignity.
"Why are you so late...?"
Jiang Wanyi clung tightly to Ye Fan's neck, practically hanging on him.
A muffled voice came from his shoulder, a pitiful and coquettish tone, full of a little girl's dependence and pleading that only her closest confidants could hear:
"I've already finished the last part, the music has stopped... I thought you'd completely forgotten about what you promised me, and even about me!"
Ye Fan caught her steadily, feeling the girl trembling slightly and completely relying on him.
He gently patted her soft, boneless back, which was still warm from dancing, his tone teasing and indulgent: "How could that be?"
He looked up, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over the "ice sculpture" on the stage and the unsightly red roses, before settling back on Jiang Wanyi's head:
"I would never forget the grand show that our campus belle, Jiang, put on at Jinling Normal University. Even if I forgot my own name, I would never forget this one. Something came up on the way, so I was a little late."
His words were pointed, and his calm gaze carried an invisible pressure, making Li Que, who was standing stiffly on the stage, feel a deeper chill and utter embarrassment.
Jiang Wanyi slightly lifted her head from his embrace, giving him a reproachful glare, but her body betrayed her by snuggling closer to him, stubbornly muttering under her breath:
"Ugh... your mouth is like it's coated in honey, you can just spout sweet nothings without thinking. Who knows how many naive young girls you've fooled with that."
Ye Fan curled the corners of his lips into a smile, but didn't respond to the question that was both probing and coquettish.
He knew perfectly well that any explanation or assurance at this moment would be superfluous.
As a shrewd person who has navigated the world and the pinnacle of wealth, Ye Fan has a clear understanding of the thoughts of girls like Jiang Wanyi.
She cares about her image, enjoys being the center of attention, and openly appreciates exquisite, high-quality things that reflect her status—there's nothing wrong with that, it's even quite genuine.
But just as she was able to so decisively and ruthlessly make Li Que a laughingstock in public today.
She has her own pride and bottom line: if she doesn't like something, she draws a clear line and will never engage in ambiguous relationships or "keeping someone around"; she has to behave gracefully.
In Ye Fan's eyes, who possesses countless wealth and resources, "face" and "vanity" are precisely the easiest things to satisfy and the least worth mentioning.
Does she crave being the center of attention and enjoy being admired?
Alright. Ye Fan drove this Pagani, a veritable work of art on wheels, into her most important stage in the most domineering and undeniable way.
In front of tens of thousands of teachers and students, she fed herself to the fullest extent her most cherished "face" and her little vanity, pushing it to its peak.
And as an unspoken exchange.
What Ye Fan values is the straightforward and joyful "happiness" among adults.
In their private moments alone, Jiang Wanyi always responded and devoted herself to the couple in a thoughtful and considerate manner.
In the adult world, what we often seek is clarity, pleasure, and mutual comfort.
Everyone had their own agenda, tacitly taking what they needed, and no one intended to act out a naive, complicated, and uncertain campus romance.
This is actually simpler and easier.
"ah--!"
With a very low gasp from Jiang Wanyi, mixed with surprise and shyness!
With a steady, slight exertion of his arms, Ye Fan lifted the "white swan," the dream girl of countless male students at Jinling Normal University, into the air in a princess carry, and gently lifted her off the ground.
"Tonight, you are my princess."
Ye Fan whispered in her reddened ear, in a deep and magnetic voice that only the two of them could hear, half-jokingly and half-declaring.
His words carried his characteristic composure based on competence, rather than a showy performance.
After saying that, amidst countless envious gazes that seemed to spit fire from the entire school, Ye Fan steadily carried her to the passenger side of the Pagani, carefully placing her into the highly enveloping, delicately textured leather seat, and even smoothing out her slightly disheveled skirt.
Immediately afterwards, he took a long stride and nimbly climbed into the driver's seat.
The scissor doors slowly descended and closed, separating the inside from the outside into two worlds.
He fastened his seatbelt, his gaze calmly fixed on the road ahead, but his foot didn't hesitate; he slammed down on the accelerator.
"Boom—Boom boom!!"
The engine of the legendary car roared once again, its signature, awe-inspiring roar echoing through the quiet night air of the campus, like a final farewell and declaration.
With a slight friction between the tires and the ground, the dark gray car, like a cheetah breaking free from its restraints, transformed into a sharp streak of light under the baptism of countless complex gazes interwoven with envy, shock, loss, and curses. In the blink of an eye, it drove out of the square in front of the stadium and disappeared at the end of the main road leading out of the school, leaving only faint exhaust fumes and a group of heartbroken teenagers.