At the entrance of Huhai University, a yellow Lamborghini pulled to a stop.
A man jogged up to the car.
The window rolled down, revealing the person inside to be Huang Tianming. He glanced at the school's gate and asked, "You're saying Yu Lan is living here now?"
"That's right, Master Huang. The second miss also visited and said that you should come and persuade her as well," the man said.
The man was an assistant of Zhu Xianglan, here to convey Zhu Xianglan's instructions.
Huang Tianming's somewhat handsome but slightly frivolous face revealed a cold smile.
It was no secret that he had a hand in Zhu Yulan's falling out with her family.
They had a simple idea: to let the young miss experience what it was like to lose everything.
A rich girl without a care in the world, suddenly penniless—the feeling of powerlessness that came with such a huge gap might make these second-generation rich realize their place.
To tell them that their shiny identities were all given by the family, which could give as well as take it away.
In essence, it's the same effect as parents disciplining a child who doesn't study.
Just let the kid actually work on an assembly line or carry bricks for a few days, and they'll understand that obediently listening is the best choice.
And now was Huang Tianming's chance to step in, assuming the guise of a caring tycoon.
Moreover, both families were inclined to match-making, especially Zhu Yulan's elder sister, who seemed quite supportive of him.
Although Huang Tianming had always been inexplicably scared of Zhu Yulan's elder sister since childhood, this time she seemed to truly support him, actively informing him of many things.
This made Huang Tianming feel quite confident in his position.
The only thing that irritated him
was the guy associated with Zhu Yulan.
He had interfered with his plans time and again; the last incident with the watch, and now, when Zhu Yulan had nowhere else to turn, the first person she thought of was still him.
As a man himself, Huang Tianming naturally understood that when a girl frequently relies on a man, she subconsciously starts to have feelings for him.
This deeply annoyed Huang Tianming.
He snorted, stepped on the gas, and drove into Huhai University.
The milk tea shop on campus was also quieting down.
Lunchtime had arrived, and Zhu Yulan had adapted to the rhythm of life at the milk tea shop.
She used Kangaroo Delivery to place her orders every day. Not only could she use vouchers, but she could also count on discounts; she could save several yuan for a meal.
Zhu Yulan felt like she was fleecing Xu Musen, the old capitalist, of his wool!
A few yuan per meal, and over a month, a year, she could fleece him of a substantial amount of money.
Self-satisfied, Zhu Yulan had already forgotten that just a few days ago, she was a young miss who casually spent hundreds or thousands of yuan on a single meal.
Zhu Yulan was waiting for her delivery, which was actually Zhao Lianmai running to fetch it; this way, she could earn the delivery fee twice at once—double fleece on Xu Musen.
Zhu Yulan suddenly felt that experiencing this hardworking life was actually quite pleasant.
Humming a tune, she waited with her phone for Zhao Lianmai to return with the food.
At the entrance of the milk tea shop, another figure entered, and the automatic door greeted with a "welcome."
"Hello, what would you like to order?"
Zhu Yulan switched to employee mode instantly, but as she turned off her phone and looked up to greet the customer, the enthusiasm in her gaze quickly faded.
In front of her, the dapper Huang Tianming stood at the entrance, sporting a gentlemanly smile: "I'll trouble Miss Zhu to make me a cup of coffee."
Huang Tianming, observing Zhu Yulan in her milk tea shop uniform, noted that although it was not as exquisite and luxurious as her usual custom attire, it had a unique charm.
"Huang Tianming, did you come here just to mock me?" Zhu Yulan frowned deeply, not understanding why when Xu Musen annoyingly called her Miss Zhu, she found it amusing.
Yet Huang Tianming's gentlemanly smile made her feel sick.
"Yu Lan, why do you do this? The family is just thinking of you. If you like entrepreneurship, just tell me, and I can help you with it," Huang Tianming maintained his gentlemanly smile.
Zhu Yulan, however, laughed coldly, "Wow, Young Master Huang is so rich. If you have so much money, why don't you go throw it on the streets?"
Huang Tianming's face stiffened. This was the first time someone had directly accused him of "throwing money away."
"Yu Lan, I hope you think this through. Look at the people you're mixing with now. We are different from them. Don't let them influence you," Huang Tianming said with the arrogance that came with being part of high society, nearly outright saying she shouldn't associate with these riff-raff.
Zhu Yulan laughed even colder, "Huang Tianming, stop pretending. Others may not know, but do you think I don't? Do you really think your trip abroad made all the mischief you did with those girls disappear?"
As a rich young master, Huang Tianming had a tumultuous love life, naturally, with wealth and looks, he had wronged many girls, yet he always seemed to not be able to forget Zhu Yulan, even when with others.
Perhaps for people like him, having money and status meant that being a playboy was not really a flaw.
But to Zhu Yulan, it made her especially disgusted.
With his shameful past exposed, Huang Tianming's complexion soured. He took a deep breath before continuing, "I was young and foolish back then. Now, I am wholeheartedly devoted to you. You should know that. We've been childhood friends, and the only person I've ever loved is you."