Campus Ace Girl

Zhao Mo Ran murmured: "What are you doing here?"

The young man grabbed her hand, full of indignation: "Why shouldn’t I be here? I’ve been looking for you for a long time."

"I’ve made it clear." She lowered her gaze: "We are not suitable for each other."

The young man clenched his teeth: "You’re dismissing me with just a ’not suitable’?"

Zhao Mo Ran gently shook her head: "There’s no possibility for us anymore, please let go."

The man refused to let go.

She lightly pressed her lips together and then spoke very slowly: "I’m getting married."

The man stared at her, clearly in disbelief.

She spoke awkwardly: "It’s true... I’m getting married, please don’t contact me anymore, it’s not good if he sees."

The young man coldly asked: "What kind of man is worth you abandoning our three-year relationship? I’d like to see him."

Just then, the door opened, and Chu Ci leaned quietly against the door, watching them.

Zhao Mo Ran felt a bit unbearable, whispering: "Please leave."

"Is it him?" The man stared at Chu Ci.

Chu Ci was wearing a hospital gown due to his hospitalization, but his disposition and appearance were excellent. Coupled with his family’s background, he appeared noble. In contrast, although the young man was younger, he was a tier lower in presence.

Chu Ci’s gaze fell on Zhao Mo Ran, then he chuckled lightly: "Didn’t you tell him the cost of our marriage is three hundred million?"

Her face was pale, and she felt immensely humiliated.

Because at this moment, she was being explicitly priced at three hundred million, an enormous amount, which ordinary women would be grateful for, yet she only felt embarrassed...

Obviously, the young man was also unable to say anything under Chu Ci’s pressure.

Three hundred million... he couldn’t fathom such amount.

After a long time, he only stared at Zhao Mo Ran: ’Are you sure about your decision?’

Zhao Mo Ran didn’t respond, and at this moment, Chu Ci reached out his hand to her.

She looked at him, her lips trembling.

Clearly knowing he didn’t love her, clearly knowing he was deliberately making things difficult, yet she could only place her hand in his palm.

"Let’s go in." Chu Ci said indifferently, then glanced at the young man and closed the ward door.

The young man stood at the door for a long, long time, then clenched his fist and left.

Inside the ward, the atmosphere was extremely subtle.

At least, Secretary Yin felt quite unnecessary, because the boss’s expression was unpleasant, like he just caught his wife with another man.

But she thought, it’s almost the same.

Sure enough, Chu Ci’s face was very unsightly, and he said calmly: "You go out first."

Secretary Yin laughed dryly, nodded slightly at Zhao Mo Ran, and walked out silently.

Later, at the elevator entrance, she saw the boss’s fiancée’s "illicit lover", and seeing that appearance, she was somewhat astounded —

Miss Zhao is really fortunate!

The young man, knowing she was Chu Ci’s secretary, left without even sparing her a glance.

Secretary Yin chuckled lightly: quite a temper!

As she left, inside the ward, Chu Ci slowly sat by the bed, gazing thoughtfully at Zhao Mo Ran: "How far have you gone with him?"

He interrogated her like a criminal, and at the same time, subconsciously wanted to smoke.

Zhao Mo Ran leaned against the door, lowering her gaze: "Met in college."

"You like him a lot?" Chu Ci chuckled lightly: "He’s quite good-looking."

She raised her eyes, looking at him, not understanding his meaning.

Chu Ci’s smile turned cold: "Don’t look at me like that, I’m not doing charity. Don’t think that after spending money I’m still going to let you be."

She lowered her gaze, softly saying: "I know."

Chu Ci glanced at her again and then softly said: "I’m getting discharged tomorrow, go back and pack your things to move to my place."

He spoke indifferently, leaving her face pale.

His words couldn’t be clearer.

Two weeks until the wedding, but he wanted to enjoy the husband’s rights in advance.

She stared at him, dazed for a long time without coming back to her senses, and Chu Ci softly asked: "Unwilling?"

She understood, she couldn’t refuse, lowering her head she murmured: "No."

"Then move over." He frowned at her, then boldly said: "Rest assured, I’m not interested in places like hospitals."

Zhao Mo Ran lowered her gaze, didn’t speak again, just went to get a glass of water for him.

Chu Ci half drank the water, placed it aside and then patted his leg: ’Come here.’

She knew he wouldn’t let things go easily for her... This was the unfair part between her and Chu Ci, he could be endlessly nostalgic over Chu Yan, openly expressing feelings by gifting a house without avoiding anything, but she couldn’t, any past he wouldn’t allow.

She trembled as she sat closer, her chin pinched by him.

She shivered, looked into his eyes.

Chu Ci’s voice was very soft: "I don’t tolerate betrayal, understand?"

She softly said she understood, and he looked at her quietly for a while longer, then, when she was unsure if he was going to release her, he lowered his head and kissed her.

This kiss carried a sense of punishment.

She dared not move.

For a long time, he was satisfied, but she was extremely embarrassed...

Chu Ci still pinched her chin, carefully watching her eyes without missing any change in her expression.

Zhao Mo Ran’s voice was very soft: "Let me go."

Chu Ci chuckled softly and then released her.

Earlier, he just wanted to ensure how far she had gone with that man, and the result satisfied him.

She was still an unripe fruit.

Later, Chu Ci no longer paid attention to her, dealing with his own matters... He was so busy he couldn’t spare a thought for her, or even if he had the time he wouldn’t care about her presence. Zhao Mo Ran was acutely aware of her own significance, like a vase placed at home, a wife who could be taken out, or a reason for him to find and meet Chu Yan.

Indeed, when a man and woman get married, it doesn’t erase the past.

However, in Chu Ci’s heart, Chu Yan could not be erased...

The next morning, Secretary Yin came to handle the discharge procedures. Chu Ci changed into a formal suit and was preparing to go to the company. Before leaving, he glanced at Zhao Mo Ran, then told Secretary Yin, "Take her to the villa where I live."

Secretary Yin replied affirmatively and then asked, "Should I inform Mister and Madam of your discharge?"

"Just give them a call," said Chu Ci indifferently, fastening his cufflinks as he spoke.

Seeing Zhao Mo Ran standing to the side, Secretary Yin thought she looked quite pitiable. After what happened with the young man yesterday, Zhao Mo Ran’s life after marriage wouldn’t be easy...

So she suggested, "Boss, since you have no appointments this afternoon, would you accompany Miss Zhao to try on the wedding dresses? She rushed over from the store yesterday."

Chu Ci was about to leave, but then, slightly surprised, he turned to look at Zhao Mo Ran.

After a moment, he smiled faintly, "Do you also want me to accompany you?"

She couldn’t answer the question he asked. He obviously knew she didn’t want him to go, especially after what happened yesterday; she didn’t want to spend time with him...

However, Chu Ci spoke somewhat harshly, "Alright, wait for me at home this afternoon, I’ll come to pick you up."

Zhao Mo Ran only felt it was somewhat ironic.

She didn’t respond, and Chu Ci glanced at her again before leaving.

After he left, Secretary Yin softly said, "If you go along with Mr. Chu, your life will be a little easier."

Zhao Mo Ran nodded slightly.

She just felt sad that even his secretary knew her life was not easy...

Secretary Yin sighed, "I’ll take Miss Zhao over."

She probably wanted to lighten the mood and said, "Our Mr. Chu lives alone; after you get married, you’ll probably live there too."

Zhao Mo Ran was still somewhat grateful; she also found Chu Ci’s mother a bit difficult to get along with. Although she always spoke well of Chu Yan that day, Zhao Mo Ran didn’t feel she liked Chu Yan; instead, it gave her chills.

If it weren’t for the several billion-dollar deficit, she wouldn’t have wanted to step into this family at all.

Secretary Yin understood her quite well, took her to the villa, introduced her to the driver and servants, and then left. After she left, the servant came over and respectfully said, "Madam, Mr. Chu called and said to move your luggage into the master bedroom."

Zhao Mo Ran lowered her eyes, "I’ll go take a look first."

The servant offered to accompany her, but she shook her head, "I can do it myself."

The servant respected her, "Sure, Madam, you go take a look. I’ll brew some fruit tea for you."

Zhao Mo Ran smiled faintly, "Thank you."

The servant quickly said, "No need to be so polite, Madam."

She didn’t continue being polite and didn’t correct the address either. After all, she was merely someone Chu Ci arranged here; she had no authority to intervene. Essentially, she was just an outsider here or a woman who was bought.

She gently walked upstairs and disappeared into the stairwell.

The servants started whispering, "Madam looks quite pretty and young, much younger than Mr. Chu."

Another whispered, "Looks like she’s in her twenties, probably one or two years older than the little Miss. But her personality seems nice, and her demeanor too; she speaks softly and elegantly without any airs."

"Indeed, quite nice... Just wonder if Mr. Chu will treat her well."

...

In the midst of this whispering, Zhao Mo Ran suddenly came downstairs.

Downstairs, there was sudden silence, and the atmosphere was quite awkward.

Zhao Mo Ran had indeed heard them but pretended not to hear, politely asking, "Could you have the driver help me move my luggage?"

The servant quickly replied, "Of course."

As it happened, not only the driver went, but a servant also went along to help Zhao Mo Ran pack her luggage. She lived alone in a roughly 100-square-meter apartment, so there wasn’t much to pack, just some clothes and a few daily items quickly gathered before heading to the villa.

Stepping into Chu Ci’s luxurious dressing room, she felt her own humble status. Although the Zhao Family was decent before, it was nowhere near the Chu Family’s level.

She opened a drawer, seeing Chu Ci’s watch collection of about 60 pieces. Each started at 400,000 yuan, some reaching tens of millions. Though Zhao Mo Ran wasn’t that interested in such things, she was surprised by his exquisite taste.

She quietly looked for a while, then finally shifted her gaze.

The servant came over, "Madam, Mr. Chu is back."

Zhao Mo Ran was surprised, involuntarily saying, "It’s just two o’clock. How is he back so early?"

As she said this, Chu Ci opened the bedroom door.

She looked up, saw him, and moved back a little.

Seeing her action, he said calmly, "You, leave first."

The servant immediately said, "Yes."

As she left, she thoughtfully closed the door for the male host.

When the door shut, Zhao Mo Ran stepped back again. She suddenly realized why this man came home so early. Though unwilling to believe it, he was just that despicable.

She kept retreating until her back was against the bed...

Chu Ci took off his jacket, casually throwing it on the sofa, then sat down, his gaze locked on her, "Come over."

There was never a moment like this, so humiliating.

Zhao Mo Ran didn’t move.

Chu Ci wasn’t that patient and repeated, "Come over."

She hoarsely said, "Aren’t we going to try on the wedding dresses?"

"I had Secretary Yin arrange it for six o’clock," he said, glancing at his watch.

Zhao Mo Ran stared at him, understanding his implied meaning clearly.

After a long while, she finally moved with small steps slowly toward him, and when she was a step away, he reached out, hooked her into his embrace, and then all her awareness was engulfed by him...

...

When she woke up, she heard the sound of running water in the bathroom; he was probably showering.

Glancing at the time, it was nearly six o’clock.

She wanted to get up and soak to relieve herself slightly, but as soon as she moved, the bathroom door opened...