30: Chapter 30: Choose a City, Meet a Person_1 30: Chapter 30: Choose a City, Meet a Person_1 Nanxi pursed her lips, uncertain how to feel.
Ultimately, she could not refute Han Baobao’s words because she truly wasn’t a match for Li Weihuan.
Since she was around fourteen or fifteen—like all innocent and inexperienced girls her age—Nanxi once fantasized about love:
Picking a city in the future, meeting someone, and spending the rest of her life with that person, growing old together and enjoying their remaining peaceful years.
Nanxi thought that it was a good idea, and beautiful.
Meeting Li Weihuan, Nanxi felt it might be a form of grace bestowed upon her by the heavens.
When she felt most powerless and helpless, Li Weihuan appeared as a jovial young boy whose laughter was as brilliant as spring sunshine.
He brought her frail, slender form into his not-so-strong embrace, providing her warmth.
Warmth, for Nanxi who was once cornered by destiny into a bleak situation, was akin to salvation.
It pulled her out of the snares of confusion and despair.
Nanxi lowered her gaze, which were suddenly moist, unnoticed by anyone else.
Seeing this, Han Baobao regretted her words.
Apologetically patting Nanxi’s hand, she said, “I didn’t mean that.
I’m sorry if I upset you…”
Nanxi shook her head.
She wasn’t angry—what was there to be angry about?
The world was brimming with lies with but a handful of truths, and Han Baobao had simply told her one truth.
Nanxi asked Han Baobao, “Did you have lunch?”
Han Baobao shook her head, “I originally planned to wait for him and have it together, but that stupid fox…”
Nanxi accompanied Han Baobao to a small restaurant near the school for lunch.
Though she had just had a large meal and didn’t need a second one, she tagged along for company.
Upon their departure from the restaurant, Han Baobao grasped Nanxi’s hand, grinned, and said, “Nanxi, you’re such a kindhearted person.
If I were a man, I would probably pursue you and make you my girlfriend.”
Nanxi returned a smile, “I’m not into women.
The following day, Nanxi woke up early.
Both she and Lan Qiqi were supposed to participate in the dissertation defense.
The number of students defending their dissertations at once wasn’t very large, but it accounted for about a quarter of the entire department, defending in batches.
Nanxi drew the slot for the first group and would be up that very morning.
Lan Qiqi was in the third group, which was likely to be scheduled in the afternoon.
However, Lan Qiqi decided to get ready early along with Nanxi…
Yang Su, who was seeking advice, got up with them while Han Baobao continued to sleep undisturbed.
Entering the defense classroom, Nanxi let out a long breath.
Yang Su and Lan Qiqi held Nanxi’s hands, encouraging her to do her best and remain fearless through the process.
Pass it at once!” they cheered.
Nanxi nodded in agreement: she needed to pass it at the first attempt.
She didn’t want to be eliminated and forced into a retake!
Li Weihuan called her as Nanxi asked Yang Su and Lan Qiqi to go ahead and find her a spot while she went out to answer.
Li Weihuan asked, “Are you nervous?”
Nanxi frowned—what a question to ask at a time !
She, who hadn’t been very nervous until now, started feeling so!
He did it on purpose for sure!
She composed herself, “There’s nothing to be nervous about.
Li Weihuan laughed, “Great if you’re not…
Even though I bombed my defense, I still passed.
You’re many times better compared to me, it’s going to be fine!”
Nanxi laughed, “Oh, you remember it now, do you?
You were the one defending, but I ended up more nervous than you!”
“You were afraid that I wouldn’t pass, huh?”
“Yes, it was terrifying!
I was worried that you wouldn’t get your diploma and land a good job in the future, which would mean that you couldn’t afford to Read the latest chapters on NovelHub - completely free!
“Babe, rest assured, even if I have to sell all my pots and go hungry myself, I will keep you happy and fat!”
“Ugh,” blushing slightly, Nanxi retorted, “I am already fabulous, okay?…
I need to prepare myself.”
In my heart, you are the best!” said Li Weihuan.
Nanxi felt a comforting warmth in her heart.
Outside the campus gate, a white Rolls-Royce was parked.
The man in the driver’s seat dialed a number.
Within a minute, the electric gate opened and the car drove inside the campus, catching the attention of bystanders…
Five minutes later, at the Principal’s office, a man in a black suit sat there, wearing an expression as cold as ice while the Principal sat next to him, taking a look at this seemingly indifferent but defiant man.
In this world, there are certain men you don’t need to converse with, you don’t even need eye contact–you don’t need any interaction.
All they need is to sit there, and all you need is merely watch from a decent distance, and you’re naturally awestruck by their aura.
That’s because their noble stature and cold demeanor stem from their core and manifest in their every move.
In their presence, you can only relegate yourself to the most inconspicuous corner—to feel safe!
Sweat trickled down the Principal’s palms.
The man sitting in front was over twenty years his junior.
Back in his school days, the Principal hadn’t been assigned to H University.
But now he was the Principal of H University, surely signifying a senior role…
But in current scenario…
The Principal, finding it hard to remain passive, stood up to excuse himself, vaguely sensing that the man needed no company.
His politeness was only skin-deep and there seemed to be no need to curry favor with him—even if it was causing a slight unease.
Mo Yan saw the Principal to the door and listened as the Principal said, “If there is anything you need, you can always ask for Director Wang from the next room!”
Mo Yan nodded, then asked, “Who is Miss Gu’s class teacher?
Do I have the honor to meet her?”
The Principal paused, understanding Mo Yan’s intent.
Hastily, he added, “I’ll get in touch with Teacher Chen immediately!
Please wait a moment!”
With the door closed, the outside sounds were sealed.
The thick curtains descended, casting a soft lantern glow in the room where a large display projected faces of fresh young students.
Beaming smiles, furrowed brows, or agitation—what type was she?
Mo Yan stole a glance at the man seated on the sofa, whose handsome face had softened.
His eyes held broken images that he couldn’t piece together, but he knew that she was in these scenes.
Sighing, Mo Yan softly walked and sat opposite to him, sipped the tea from the cup beside.
“It seems she hasn’t changed a bit,” the man suddenly spoke.
His voice was mild and gentle, a faint smile playing over his lips.
Mo Yan lifted his head, focusing on the youthful face interspersed amongst countless fresh faces on the screen and replied, “Not much change.”
The man didn’t respond immediately.
After a while, a sigh emerged from his dry throat, sounding soft and faint, “How could there be little change…
So many things have changed.”
The soft white light in the room cast translucent halos, setting the man’s short hair aglow, enveloping his figure with a faint elegance.
It seemed as though he was isolated from the rest of the world.
Despite being in such close proximity to the man, Mo Yan felt he couldn’t approach him—had he ever been close to him?
Mo Yan felt a weight pressing on his heart.
He reached out for his tea and took a sip, then said to the man, “You once told me to believe in destiny…”
The man turned to face him, “Did you believe?”
Mo Yan nodded: yes, he did believe.
Yet, in spite of this belief, he lost the very thing he feared losing the most in his life!