Xie Guanyan never expected to receive a friend request from Lin Mo.
Seeing the familiar black cat avatar he had clicked on countless times before, his heart pounded violently, his hands trembling as he held his phone.
Shanshan had actively added him on QQ!
Too excited to stay still, he rolled from lying flat onto his stomach, placing his phone on the bed.
The cracked screen emitted a bright glow, but not as bright as the sparkle in Xie Guanyan’s eyes.
Yet in the next second, that light dimmed.
If Gu Jingchuan checked his phone…
The video Gu Jingchuan had taken hung over his head like the sword of Damocles.
But Shanshan had reached out to him first.
How could he refuse?
The phone’s light cast shadows on the young man’s handsome face, a cold, ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
Instead of immediately accepting the request, Xie Guanyan sent Gu Jingchuan a message:
[Where are you right now? I need to talk.]
Gu Jingchuan was still near Qinghua University, lingering.
Lin Mo had hit him so hard he’d swollen up like a pig’s head, and he was now at a nearby clinic trying to reduce the swelling.
He didn’t dare go to a family hospital—his mother would scold him if she found out.
She’d already been unhappy about how much money he’d spent on his failed confession.
Now that Lin Mo had beaten him up, she’d surely call him a useless waste.
When he received Xie Guanyan’s message, Gu Jingchuan’s eyes turned cold, but he sent his location anyway.
Perfect. He could take his anger out on him again.
He didn’t believe he’d run into Lin Mo this late at night!
Gu Jingchuan crouched by the roadside, waiting for Xie Guanyan.
He’d considered waiting in a café, but seating required a purchase.
Soon, a familiar figure approached.
Xie Guanyan wasn’t wearing new clothes—just that same thin, washed-out white T-shirt.
Gu Jingchuan rubbed his nose and started to stand up.
Before he could react, a foot slammed into his chest, knocking him flat.
His eyes widened in shock, but before he could speak, a hand clamped over his mouth, dragging him away.
In the dim alley, Gu Jingchuan finally got a clear look at Xie Guanyan’s expression.
His gaze was icy and menacing, his entire aura like a demon from hell.
The last time Xie Guanyan had looked like this was when Gu Jingchuan had whipped him.
A chill ran down his spine, but Gu Jingchuan still glared defiantly. "You dare hit me?!"
Xie Guanyan ignored him, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. "Password."
Gu Jingchuan gritted his teeth. "I’m not telling you!"
"Bang!"
A fist slammed into his chest.
Gu Jingchuan felt like his ribs were about to snap. "I won’t—!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!"
Six, seven, eight more punches followed.
Gu Jingchuan’s entire body felt like it had been rearranged, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth. "Fine! Fine! I’ll tell you!"
Xie Guanyan entered the password, found the videos Gu Jingchuan had taken, deleted them, and wiped the backups.
Then he erased Lin Mo’s number and contact information from the phone.
Gu Jingchuan lay in agony, seething. "Xie Guanyan! You’re dead! I’ll tell Father—he’ll kill you for this!"
Xie Guanyan strode away without a backward glance.
Truthfully, he should have done this long ago. But he’d lacked the courage.
He’d been afraid Lin Mo held Gu Jingchuan in high regard—that she’d believe whatever he said.
But today proved otherwise.
And now that she had taken a step toward him, courage surged in his heart.
No more restraints. He would walk straight to her, step by step.
He would never return to the Gu family.
He could support himself now, and he even had plans to start a business.
To stand proudly by her side, he had to succeed.
By the time he entered the school gates, Xie Guanyan had calmed down.
Finally, he took out his phone and accepted Lin Mo’s friend request.
When their chat window appeared, a feverish excitement burned in his dark, obsidian eyes.
From now on, he could talk to Shanshan anytime!
Had she added him for a reason?
He sent a message, and her reply came almost instantly.
Xie Guanyan hesitated before reading it—but when he did, his head tilted slightly in confusion.
Huh? Shanshan wanted to see him in his underwear… and without?
Well, he did have a new pair.
Xie Guanyan quickly returned to his dorm.
It was late, and his roommates were already asleep.
Moving quietly, he slipped into the bathroom and took several photos in his underwear.
After selecting the best one, he sent it.
But as soon as he did, he realized Little Xie Guanyan had perked up.
Just from chatting with her.
His brows furrowed.
Should he send the no-underwear photo?
Would it scare her?
But she wanted to see.
About ten minutes later, Lin Mo received Xie Guanyan’s photo.
Her peach-blossom eyes widened, and she nearly jumped out of bed.
Wait—he actually sent it?!
The photo didn’t show everything—just the lean, pale lines of his waist and the faint edge of gray underwear.
But that only made it more tantalizing.
Lin Mo’s face flushed instantly, her mind racing with what lay beneath.
Would he really send a… full photo?
Well, it didn’t matter. He didn’t know who she was.
Then another message popped up.
Lin Mo tapped it—and froze.
[Lin Mo, it’s better if you see the no-underwear version in person.]
Lin Mo: "…"
Ahhhhhhh!
He actually knew who she was!
This was so embarrassing!
Her cover was blown!
Lin Mo curled her toes in mortification, racking her brain before typing out a reply: [I’m not Lin Mo, I’m Lin Mo’s younger brother.]
A moment later, she added: [Sorry, my little brother took my phone to play games earlier. Just pretend you didn’t see those messages.]
Xie Guanyan replied quickly: [Got it.]
Lin Mo covered her face, too embarrassed to respond further.
But Xie Guanyan sent another message shortly after: [Goodnight.]
The campus was huge, so for convenience,
Lin Mo bought an electric scooter.
Once you have an electric scooter, it’s like a warrior finding their perfect steed—ready to conquer the world.
East for grilled sausages, west for fried noodles, south for bubble tea, north for crispy chicken skewers!
Lin Mo lived happily every day.
She and Xie Guanyan were in the same major but different classes.
After their last awkward chat, they started talking more often.
University grades didn’t rank students, but both maintained straight A+’s.
Lin Mo joined tons of club activities.
Xie Guanyan, on the other hand, founded a startup in his freshman year with the school’s entrepreneurial grant.
Lin Mo didn’t have time for startups—her family’s business kept her busy enough.
Her uncle loved stirring up trouble, so she often had to drop by the company to put him in his place.
When Shen Ji'an was seven, he was nearly kidnapped in a park. Lin Mo noticed in time, rescued him, and helped the police dismantle a human trafficking ring.
The investigation led to the rescue of many abducted children and women from remote mountain villages.
Four years passed in the blink of an eye.
By graduation, Xie Guanyan’s tech company had gone public.
He became the youngest CEO of a listed company in Beijing.
At the celebratory banquet,
Lin Mo, dressed in a pale green gown, raised her glass. “Congratulations, Xie Guanyan!”
Xie Guanyan, in a crisp white suit and gold-rimmed glasses, exuded elegance and refinement.
He lifted his glass too. “Thank you.”
She expected him to move on to other guests,
but the handsome man suddenly leaned in, his voice low and magnetic. “Lin Mo, do you want to see me without underwear tonight?”
Lin Mo: “…”
Ahhh! After four years, how was he still remembering this?!
Lin Mo hadn’t dated anyone in college.
No one compared to Xie Guanyan—his looks, his gentle demeanor, his charm.
But Xie Guanyan had been buried in his startup, barely visible by the end.
Countless people confessed to him over the years, but he turned them all down.
His heart was set on his career, so Lin Mo figured friendship was the safer bet.
Once, Gu Jingchuan harassed her, claiming Xie Guanyan was a creep who secretly took photos of her.
Lin Mo got oddly excited. “Do you have proof?”
Gu Jingchuan said no.
Lin Mo sighed. “You’re decent-looking, I’ll give you that. Here’s an idea—put on a brown shirt, then go flush yourself down a toilet.”
Gu Jingchuan stormed off, livid.
That same day, paparazzi caught him smoking in public, kicking over a trash can, then slipping and landing butt-first in the garbage—earning him a viral roasting online.
Somehow, someone discovered Gu Jingchuan had acting chops and signed him to the entertainment industry.
But his career never took off, and he remained a frequent target of online hate.
Now, Lin Mo stared at Xie Guanyan—dressed in white like the moon itself—casually dropping the most outrageous line with a straight face.
Her heart raced. She tilted her head. “Yes.”
Xie Guanyan’s smile was tender, almost indulgent. “But I only show my girlfriend. Lin Mo, will you be mine?”
His voice was soft, whispered right by her ear.
No one else seemed to notice.
Lin Mo had long outgrown grand, public confessions.
In college, there had been candlelit proposals under her dorm, even a giant screen in a shopping mall broadcasting a birthday confession.
She’d rejected them all.
His warm breath against her ear sent shivers down her spine.
Her peach-blossom eyes curved into crescents. “Okay.”
It was like fireworks exploding in Xie Guanyan’s mind.
He’d waited to confess until he had something to show for himself.
If he couldn’t promise Lin Mo a bright future, he’d rather suffer watching her find someone better.
Xie Guanyan’s breathing grew ragged, his adoration laid bare in his gaze.
Lin Mo rose onto her toes to kiss him.
The beautiful man removed his glasses with one hand and bent down. “No need to reach. I’ve got you, Shanshan.”
Soon, everyone noticed Xie Guanyan and Lin Mo kissing—
unabashed, unbothered by the crowd.
Lin Mo was so lost in the kiss she barely registered his words—until it hit her. “Huh? How do you know my childhood nickname, Shanshan?”
Xie Guanyan’s dark eyes brimmed with love, his hand resting on her slender waist. “That’s a long story.”
Lin Mo grinned. “Fine. Since we’re here now… let’s see that bull first.”
