He was dressed in an expensive set of casual wear with a coat placed casually in the crook of his arm. His youthful features appeared especially handsome and charming. It was undeniable that he was a picture perfect image of a wealthy man's son!
"Wow, Brother Nan is so handsome!" Several girls immediately appeared lovestruck.
"It's been days since I last saw Brother Nan. The more I look at him, the more handsome he appears…" Wu Jiatong could not help but gasp in admiration. "It's a pity that the most handsome boy in our school is sharing a table with that ugly girl."
She had spoken softly and only the students around her could hear her.
Although Fang Xinxin was not able to hear their whispers, she recognised through their gaze that they were jealous of her for sharing a table with Jiang Xingnan.
Truthfully speaking, she had no interest in sitting next to Jiang Xingnan.
Fang Xinxin moved her table forward and left a large gap for Jiang Xingnan to make his way between her and his seat.
Nonetheless, Jiang Xingnan pressed closely to the back of her chair as he passed by. He even pressed his hand against her back.
She slapped his hand away and glared at him in anger. "What are you up to?" Was he trying to take advantage of her?
Jiang Xingnan had touched her intentionally.
However, he did not admit to this. "I didn't stand properly. I was trying to stabilise myself."
"Tsk." Fang Xinxin rewarded him with an eyeroll.
After taking his seat, Jiang Xingnan glanced at the medicine on her face. Although he could not make out her full appearance, he judged through her sparkling eyes that she seemed to be radiant with joy.
He whispered with some jealousy. "Fang Xinxin, you're not even married and you spent seven to eight days at the Yu Ting Villa. Don't you find your behaviour to be shameless?"
"It's none of your business."
"How is this none of my business?" Jiang Xingnan clenched his fist tightly in his pocket.
Fang Xinxin knew through her previous lifetime that Jiang Xingnan and Bai Qinghao were distant relatives. "If you're unhappy with me being at the Yu Ting Villa, go ahead and tell Bai Qinghao yourself."
"Bai Qinghao isn't suited for you!" He warned her with a poor expression.
She found this amusing. "In that case, who is suited for me?"
"The role of the Bai family's mistress really isn't something that you can shoulder." Jiang Xingnan watched her with an expression of arrogance.
He spoke softly so that no one could overhear them. "If you're willing to leave Bai Qinghao, considering how pitiful you are, this young master doesn't mind keeping you."
"If you're mentally ill, please go see a doctor." Fang Xinxin harrumphed coldly. "Don't tell me you didn't read Bai Qinghao's post about how he has struggled to pursue me?"
"That post is only about him." Jiang Xingnan narrowed his eyes. "There's also the Bai family behind him. Once you enter the Bai family, you'll understand that the role of Madam Bai is extremely difficult to handle. You'll constantly be targeted by others!"
Jiang Xingnan was not wrong about this. However, in her previous life, she had spent ten years running away from her responsibilities. Despite this, Bai Qinghao had stood firmly before her to protect her from every possible harm.
Till the day she died, she had held onto her status firmly without any problems.
If Bai Qinghao hadn't loved her that dearly, guarding her with his own life, perhaps in this life, she would have chosen to keep distance between the two of them.
However, he had given up his own life for her. In this life, she would not leave him. Instead, she would grow to become a woman who could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with him.
"This is my business. There's no need for you to worry about it." Fang Xinxin saw that the lecturer had come in. She did not waste her breath on arguing with Jiang Xingnan any further.
Her phone was set to silent mode. At this moment, she received a new message.
She lowered her head to see that it was from Sun Jiamu:
[Dear, the moment you came, Young Master Jiang appeared. It seems like your good relationship with Bai Qinghao isn't enough for him to let go of his feelings.]