The classroom was eerily silent—even the tick-tock of watches echoed clearly.
Everyone stared at Cheng Hao with disbelief.
Though Bihai Villa was out of province, anyone who’d been online had heard of its reputation.
Only the ultra-rich or powerful could afford membership there; holding a card was a status symbol.
If what Cheng Hao said was true… just how terrifying was his background?
“L-Liar… is Cheng Hao really a hidden rich heir?”
“It’s gotta be real—didn’t you see the dean’s face turn green?”
“This is insane. A secret business tycoon right beside us?”
“Honestly… Cheng Hao might actually deserve the campus beauty.”
“Bullshit! Didn’t you hear her deny dating him?”
Brows furrowed as the crowd fell into deep thought.
At first, everyone saw Cheng Hao as just an ordinary college student—handsome, sure, but nothing more.
In talent, status, or anything else… he seemed utterly mismatched with the campus beauty.
Yet Ye Xinyan had fixated on this freshman from day one, as if they were long-lost soulmates.
Not only did she bring him ice cream and sweet soups, but now she flaunted affection publicly and even dragged him to class—acts only couples would do!
Still, no one believed Cheng Hao deserved Ye Xinyan, and no one bothered to learn about him.
They never imagined this down-to-earth freshman, indistinguishable from others, was actually a scion of a wealthy dynasty. It was hard to swallow.
No wonder Ye Xinyan paid him attention—if his words were true… they’d probably known each other long ago.
Yet no one accused Ye Xinyan of gold-digging or scheming.
She was brilliant enough to need no man’s support!
After all, she’d ignored countless rich heirs before.
Except for Cheng Hao, she’d never smiled at any guy, radiating icy distance.
“I remember you… you’re…”
Yang Dianfeng’s legs trembled slightly as he stared at the handsome youth before him.
He dared not breathe, his heart pounding wildly, too terrified to think further.
Yes—he recalled Cheng Hao from Bihai Villa and knew his status.
But Yang was just a small supplier; they’d never spoken, so he hadn’t recognized him.
Who’d have thought this student at Donghai University would be his son’s rival?
No… not a rival. Cannon fodder.
With a boyfriend like this, how could Ye Xinyan ever look at Yang Wei? Any fool knew the choice.
“Stop bluffing! My dad’s too important for that!”
“You look decent but talk big, huh?”
“Xinyan-jie, see how he lies? You’d be sold and still count his money.”
“Only I, only Yang Wei, am your destiny.”
“Does a useless pretty boy like him really deserve you?”
Hearing this, everyone gaped at Yang Wei like he was a circus monkey.
Was this guy insane?
Whether Cheng Hao lied or not, saying this proved his brain was fried.
What colossal confidence made him spout such nonsense?
Acting like the campus beauty was his alone—have some shame!
Now, not just Ye Xinyan, but the whole room felt deep disgust toward Yang Wei.
Beside him, Yang Dianfeng stayed silent, trembling like a quail, face dark with panic as if screaming, “Stop! Please, just stop!”
“Are you brain-dead?”
Ye Xinyan’s delicate brows furrowed; her fury erupted as she snapped at Yang Wei.
The crowd gasped again—she’d never been this rude. Her outburst proved just how loathsome Yang Wei was.
“Xinyan-jie… you just… you just…”
Yang Wei froze, stunned she’d insult him publicly.
“I said, are you brain-dead? I don’t know you, yet you cling like cheap tape. How annoying!”
With nothing left to lose, Ye Xinyan dropped all pretense, venting her frustration.
This guy was unbearable—if not for standing beside Cheng Hao during military training, she wouldn’t even know his name.
He claimed to love her, acting like she’d marry no one else. Who gave him such audacity?
Ye Xinyan scoffed coldly, her eyes icy.
“Who I date is none of your business.”
“What are you, some nobody meddling in my love life?”
“If Cheng Hao’s a useless pretty boy, what does that make you?”
“A toad wallowing in mud?”
Yang Dianfeng could only force an awkward smile, too scared to defend his son.
Ye Xinyan might be reasonable, but Cheng Hao beside her? Unpredictable.
His son had harassed the guy’s girlfriend—breaking three legs would be lenient.
All Yang Dianfeng hoped was Cheng Hao wouldn’t blame him.
If he still wanted revenge… just kill my son already!
I’m not too old to start over with a new “account”…
Watching Yang Wei’s humiliation, Ye Xinyan kept sneering, not pausing.
“Guys like you who think the world revolves around them make me sick.”
“I’ve seen shameless people, but you take the cake.”
“Just looking at trash like you disgusts me. Pah!”
“Oh, and you still haven’t apologized to Cheng Hao.”
Cheng Hao glanced at Ye Xinyan and waved dismissively.
“Senior sister, let it go. I don’t argue with dogs—I didn’t take it personally.”
Ye Xinyan turned to him instantly, switching back to her usual cute, airheaded self, covering her mouth with a soft giggle.
“True. We’re practically different species.”
Seeing how perfectly they insulted together, Yang Wei’s face burned with rage.
No one had ever humiliated him like this.
He’d believed Ye Xinyan remembered him too.
During military training, he’d thought she came for him.
But she didn’t even recall his name.
And his year-long longing? All self-delusion.
“Fine. Very fine! You’ll regret this!”
“And you—this isn’t over.”
Yang Wei spat threats and turned to leave.
Cheng Hao just shook his head wearily, then called out behind him, voice low and firm: “Wait. Did I say you could go?”
