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"This is the heirloom ring of the Qiao Family, traditionally passed down only to the future mistress of the Qiao Family, and once given away, it is never taken back. So from now on, you are my girlfriend..."
I was so shocked that my jaw nearly dropped. "What did you say?"
"Be my girlfriend, Broccoli." His expression was serious, not a hint of joking, and certainly not a question.
But...
"What the hell is Broccoli?"
"Aren't you called Broccoli?"
"Bang!" I kicked his knee in frustration and exclaimed, "What the hell! My name is Youmai Vegetable! You! Mai! Cai!"
A pained expression flashed across his face, but he continued to hold my hand firmly, insisting, "Be my girlfriend, Youmai Vegetable."
Although I liked looking at handsome guys and this Shooting Guard wasn't bad-looking, I wasn't fond of this kind of single-minded sports guy! Besides, he called me Broccoli, which was the vegetable I hated the most!
Just as I was about to refuse him, I suddenly heard a whistle. Looking up, I saw a man in all black leaning against the stairs. He had a tall figure, a perfect face, and gem-blue eyes...
Wasn't that Su Anrong? How did he end up here? And why had his hair gotten shorter?
I was startled and opened my mouth to speak but before I could say anything, Su Anrong walked down the stairs. He exuded a rogue vibe now; with those sunglasses on, he could easily play a gangster boss!
"Qiao Lianjiu, do you dare touch my woman?"
I never expected that Garlic Hero could give off such a strong Dominant CEO aura just by changing his hairstyle and outfit. So now I had become the mischievous little fairy in a CEO novel?
I felt goosebumps all over myself.
"Where did you come from, bean sprout?" Judging by his appearance, Qiao Lianjiu was a bit more robust than Su Anrong, with slightly larger fists, so he completely disregarded Su Anrong.
Su Anrong showed no reaction to his taunts and simply corrected him seriously, "I am Su Anrong, not a bean sprout. Also, take your dirty hands off my wife's."
"Your wife? Youmai Vegetable is single and has no boyfriend. Even if she did, it could only be me."
I really couldn't understand the logic of this single-celled man. Before this, we weren't even acquaintances; why was he so adamant about being my boyfriend?
I thought I looked decent enough not to ruin the city's image, but I wasn't exactly the kind of beauty that made people fall in love at first sight!
"What is a boyfriend? She only has a husband. Youmai Vegetable, tell him the truth."
"Truth...? What is the truth? The truth is I'm single!"
But I wasn't foolish; in this situation, I had to choose one of them. At least choosing one would mean the other could protect me.
Su Anrong was a ghost; of course, I wouldn't choose him!
Although I didn't want to choose Qiao Lianjiu either...
I gritted my teeth and was about to reach for Qiao Lianjiu's hand when suddenly I felt as if the ring had grown countless sharp thorns around it, piercing my finger with intense pain.
Then I saw those gem-blue eyes filled with an undeniable threat.
If I chose Qiao Lianjiu, would this evil spirit twist my fingers off? Ah, I didn't want to become disabled!
"Youmai Vegetable, is he your husband? I want to hear your answer." Qiao Lianjiu didn't understand my pain; he tightened his grip, and the stabbing sensation in my fingers intensified.
"Yes! He is my husband! Please let go of me!" I shouted urgently, hoping this guy would release me quickly; otherwise, I might just die from the pain!
Qiao Lianjiu widened his eyes in disbelief. "No, it can't be! You're not of legal marriage age..." His words were cut short as he suddenly let out a pained scream and was thrown backward.
Su Anrong had struck without anyone noticing, not only breaking the grip Qiao Lianjiu had on me but also pushing him against the stair railing.
Qiao Lianjiu's robust body hung precariously over the railing, and passersby covered their mouths, whispering among themselves. Before long, a large crowd gathered, blocking the stairwell completely.
I was frantic. If Su Anrong did something to Qiao Lianjiu because of me, with so many witnesses around, I would be implicated no matter what! My parents were most afraid of me being punished at school; they overlooked my academic performance as long as I could safely finish college.
No, I absolutely could not let this situation ruin my university life.
But how could I stop this impending disaster while convincing my classmates of my innocence?
My mind was racing slowly, and before I could come up with a good plan, I noticed some girls pointing at us—no, at Su Anrong—with infatuated expressions, whispering excitedly.
What was happening? Even if he was handsome, he was about to throw Qiao Lianjiu down! Was he going to commit a crime? Did good looks somehow excuse criminal behavior?
After all, Qiao Lianjiu was the dreamboat for many girls!
"Qi Zunshang! Ahhh! It’s really Qi Zunshang!" The whispering girls suddenly erupted into a chorus of screams.
Su Anrong glanced at them, triggering another wave of shrieks.
My ears felt like they were going numb!
Then, the girls all pulled out their phones to take pictures.
Realizing the situation was spiraling out of control—if they captured this moment, it would be undeniable evidence—I quickly called out to him, "Su Anrong, I'm coming with you!"
Su Anrong seemed pleased with my response and released his hold on Qiao Lianjiu. Infuriated, Qiao Lianjiu swung a fist at him, but Su Anrong effortlessly intercepted it with a raised hand.
"Ahhh! So handsome!"
"Why does that woman call us Lord Zunshang with such an unpleasant name?"
"Exactly, Lord Zunshang is such a wonderful person, and to be paired with a name like Garlic Paste is simply tragic!"
...
I wanted to ask too, what does Lord Zunshang mean?
Under everyone's fiery gaze, Su Anrong walked towards me step by step, each stride exuding a powerful aura. The Infatuations even instinctively closed their mouths, watching us like we were a spectacle.
As he stood right in front of me, he leaned down, his face inches from mine, his lips almost touching my forehead...
No way? Is he really going to kiss me in this situation?
Should I pretend to resist or eagerly welcome him?
Youmai Vegetable, get a grip! This is a ghost! He has bewitched that group of Infatuation, and now you’re following suit?
While several little voices in my head were arguing, I suddenly felt a strong, icy hand wrap around mine.
He didn't kiss me; instead, he wickedly whispered in my ear, "Do you want me to kiss you in front of everyone?"
My face flushed instantly. Genius wants you to kiss!
I opened my mouth to retort, but in the next moment, his lips covered mine completely.
My mind went blank, as if all my thoughts had been drained away, leaving behind nothing but an empty shell.
"Ah— Lord Zunshang, how could you do this!" the Infatuations began to protest.
"Exactly, who is that woman? How could she be so lucky to be kissed by Lord Zunshang!"
"I've seen her before; she seems to be from the second year of the Foreign Language Department, what's her name again? Broccoli?"
I wanted to cry but had no tears. My name is Youmai Vegetable… How much do you all love eating Broccoli!
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Qiao Lianjiu standing nearby, his face pale. He is a Campus Celebrity at our school, yet in front of Su Anrong, his presence seemed almost nonexistent. With so many onlookers, it was as if no one even noticed him.
Su Anrong was still gently nibbling on my lips, and I suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me.
"Focus," Su Anrong said as he turned my head towards him, giving me a deep kiss. Then he took my hand and turned to the "audience," raising my right hand to show off the ring to everyone.
"That's mine…" Qiao Lianjiu started to say, but he suddenly choked and began to claw at his throat as if something was blocking it, rendering him speechless.
Su Anrong completely ignored him and declared seriously, "Youmai Vegetable is my wife. No one should have any designs on her, understand?"
My heart raced with anxiety as I couldn't imagine what kind of look Qiao Lianjiu would give me. That ring belongs to him… How could Su Anrong be so brazen as to steal someone else's things?
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