Spicy Girl reluctantly explained, "Yes, I promised you before, but that doesn’t mean I have to give up all personal interactions from now on. Tonight, our entire Behavioral Analysis class is going out to have fun, how can I miss it?"
"The Behavioral Analysis class is going out to have fun?" Sean’s gray eyes swirled with a bluish-gray mist, like the chilly seawater on a cloudy day: "Since when did you start taking that Behavioral Analysis class so seriously, huh? Let me think, how did a girl like you suddenly become interested in a Behavioral Analysis course."
Spicy Girl was taken aback: "Sean, I’m warning you, don’t start making unfounded connections. I just like the course itself."
"No, that’s not it," Sean laughed coldly, "It’s definitely not like that. I remember, it should be from when Zhou Guanghan enrolled in that course, right? Zhou Ping, don’t think I know nothing about your attempts to woo Zhou Guanghan, but he just never took the bait!"
Spicy Girl widened her eyes, suddenly grabbed the notebook on the desk, and hurled it fiercely at Sean: "You’re talking nonsense!"
Sean easily avoided the notebook and laughed cruelly: "What, did I hit a nerve now that you’ve become so angry? Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking! Zhou Guanghan, like you, is from China, and his family is very well-off. Otherwise, how could he afford to live in such a pricey single apartment?"
"And you, Zhou Ping, you come from an ordinary working-class family in China. By all accounts, a girl from your background shouldn’t be studying abroad, because your family can’t afford it. But you still came, even if it meant your family had to sell the house—you came anyway—not because you’re eager to learn, but because you’re vain!"
"You came to study abroad to gild your future career path; you naturally also want to find a wealthy guy here to bring back to China—even if it doesn’t lead to marriage, at least having a rich playboy to cover your expenses here would ease your burden of working so hard. So you set your sights on Zhou Guanghan..."
"But unfortunately, you lack appeal, and you’re worried you won’t catch Zhou Guanghan’s attention. So, you carefully studied his preferences and found that he likes to bring young Asian girls back to his dorm, so you deliberately dressed to match that type... but it still didn’t work, so when you heard that he enrolled in the Behavioral Analysis class, you did everything you could to apply too."
"But the professor of that Behavioral Analysis class is eccentric, requiring every student to pass a personal interview before he accepts them. You worry that you lack the talent and might fail to get into the class, thus losing the opportunity to get close to Zhou Guanghan, so you’ll do whatever it takes—even going as far as to please S, who has always taken pleasure in bullying you."
"Because S is openly pursuing that professor, and you believe that with S’s charm, the professor may already have given in, thus S has influence over him. Once S understood your intentions, she began to mock and ridicule you even more excessively..."
Spicy Girl couldn’t take it anymore and covered her ears, screaming: "Stop it. I told you to stop talking!"
But Sean became more pleased with himself: "Why don’t you want me to talk? Are you afraid that I’ll expose you, is that it?" Sean said as he walked over, putting his arm around Spicy Girl: "It’s okay, don’t worry, I will absolutely not betray you. It’s just, tonight I really don’t want to be on night duty alone, it’s just too boring. So call them now and say you’re not feeling well and won’t go tonight. Be a good girl and listen to me."
Spicy Girl squinted her eyes and glared fiercely at Sean.
But Sean only smiled triumphantly.
He knew, she could only comply, having no other recourse.
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Shi Nian and Xiang Yuan entered the marriage counseling expert’s office together.
Sitting across the desk was a middle-aged woman in her forties, with black hair neatly pinned up, a long neck adorned with a pearl necklace. She was competent, elegant, yet amiable—someone you could trust.
Xiang Yuan stepped forward, shaking hands with the woman, being very courteous.
Shi Nian took the opportunity to glance around—the décor was very tasteful, though the color scheme seemed somewhat familiar.
Ivory white bookshelves, a brown sofa... the differences lay only in the materials. The bookshelves before him were antique, and the brown sofa was made from full-grain leather, all crafted by hand, at great expense.
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