Without a doubt, Fu Lan possessed a charm that was lethally attractive to others. No matter how terrible his personality was, the crowd of devotees who worshipped him only grew larger.
Though Xia Miao had long heard of Fu Lan’s name, this was her first time formally meeting him.
Both Leng Jingshen and Lin Baobao were momentarily dazed when they suddenly laid eyes on Fu Lan.
But Fu Lan ignored these two nuisances. With an impatient expression, he strode forward, his face lighting up the moment he spotted a girl trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible by keeping her head down.
"Girlfriend!"
The young man excitedly skipped over, shoving Luo Xiaoluo aside before clinging to Xia Miao’s side. He seemed completely oblivious to Xia Miao’s desire to distance herself from him, relentlessly leaning in and even knocking the book out of her hands.
"Girlfriend, were you waiting here just for me?"
"Girlfriend, why won’t you look at me?"
"Girlfriend, is it because you like me so much that you’re shy?"
Every sentence began with "girlfriend," as if he were desperate to make sure everyone knew Xia Miao was his. This wasn’t just ordinary bragging—it was downright childish and ridiculous!
The crowd of onlookers grew, their jealous gazes practically burning with the desire to incinerate the so-called "disgusting couple."
They wanted Fu Lan dead so they could have him all to themselves.
As for Xia Miao? Pure hatred.
Before the collective resentment could reach its peak, Xia Miao quickly grabbed the peacock of a man and dragged him away.
Once Fu Lan was gone, Lin Baobao snapped out of her daze.
Regaining her senses, she noticed Luo Xiaoluo nearby and suddenly remembered that Xia Miao was Luo Xiaoluo’s best friend. In her past life, when Luo Xiaoluo had humiliated her, Xia Miao had been right there beside her.
Lin Baobao could still vividly recall the haughty expressions on Xia Miao and Luo Xiaoluo’s faces, as if they had already condemned her as some morally bankrupt homewrecker.
Given a second chance at life, Lin Baobao had resolved to avoid those people whenever possible. She had already given up on Leng Jingshen—all she wanted now was to live her own life in peace. But if they came looking for trouble, she wouldn’t cower like she had before!
Perhaps due to the butterfly effect of her rebirth, Luo Xiaoluo and Leng Jingshen hadn’t started dating yet.
Just as Lin Baobao was thinking this, she saw Leng Jingshen walk over to Luo Xiaoluo.
She smirked mockingly. So much for that idea. That scumbag and that bitch were destined to be together, after all.
Leng Jingshen approached Luo Xiaoluo to ask about club activities.
Luo Xiaoluo replied, "It’s already settled. We’re hiking Phoenix Mountain this weekend."
Leng Jingshen nodded.
Glancing at Lin Baobao in the distance, Luo Xiaoluo subtly took a step back, maintaining her distance from Leng Jingshen.
Lin Baobao noticed Luo Xiaoluo’s glance—one filled with disdain, scorn, and mockery. A look she knew all too well.
Straightening her posture, Lin Baobao stood tall, her presence unwavering. She wasn’t the same pushover she had been in her past life. No one would bully her now.
Luo Xiaoluo frowned in confusion. How strange. Why did she feel like that Lin Baobao woman was ready to throw hands with her?
These days, Fu Lan had practically moved into Xia Miao’s apartment, treating it like his own home. Whenever he wasn’t in class or out amusing himself by toying with his so-called "stupid pigs" and reveling in their humiliating displays, he would return "home" satisfied.
Like a wild monkey that had finished wreaking havoc, he’d come back to rest when he was tired.
When Xia Miao got home today, the first thing she saw was the boy sprawled on the couch, leisurely painting his nails with red polish as if it were some fun little game.
He blew on the still-wet polish, then stretched out his slender, delicate fingers, admiring his handiwork with exaggerated satisfaction. His eyes curved into crescents, his lips curling into a smile so radiant it was almost unreal.
The moment he spotted Xia Miao, he leapt off the couch. "Miaomiao!"
Fu Lan rushed over, pulling her into a tight hug before cupping her face and showering her with kisses, all while eagerly tugging down his own pants.
Mindful of her cleanliness, he carefully avoided smudging her skirt with his still-wet nail polish.
Xia Miao quickly pushed his face away. "Did you accept gifts from someone again?"
He blinked. "Huh?"
Xia Miao pointed at the pile of cosmetics on the table. "Expensive stuff like this—where did you get it?"
Noticing his hands still gripping his pants, she deliberately smacked them away.
The waistband snapped back, making the exposed flesh of his bare backside jiggle—a flash of pale skin that was undeniably eye-catching.
Xia Miao couldn’t help but glance down. Then again.
Fu Lan pressed his lips together, looking genuinely offended. "I listened to you! I’ve been keeping my distance from those pigs! I haven’t taken anything from them in ages!"
Xia Miao: "Then what about these?!"
"I found them at home!"
Xia Miao froze for a second before lunging at the coffee table, frantically sifting through the cosmetics. Then she clutched her head and screamed, "MY LIMITED EDITION STUFF!!!!"
Fu Lan, still half-undressed, shamelessly leaned over her shoulder, grinning. "Miaomiao, you think these look even better on me, right? That’s why you’re happy, isn’t it?"
"Happy my ass!"
Xia Miao punched him, sending him tumbling onto the couch. His foot caught on his pants, yanking them all the way off and leaving him completely naked. He rubbed the spot where she’d hit him, glaring indignantly. "You hit me again!"
"Yeah, and I’ll do it again!"
Xia Miao jabbed a finger at him—though her gaze kept drifting downward.
Fu Lan, utterly unashamed, sprawled out openly, letting her look her fill.
Xia Miao: "Holy shit, you’re getting excited from this? Are you some kind of pervert?!"
Fu Lan: "It’s your fault! You hit me first!"
Xia Miao: "Fine, I’ll teach you a lesson, you damn freak!"
Fu Lan braced himself, expecting another punch—but instead, Xia Miao pounced on him, kissing him fiercely.
The boy froze for a second before snapping back to reality and yanking off whatever was under her skirt.
The two tangled together in a heated frenzy, lost in the rhythm of the couch’s creaking protests.
