As soon as they got out of the car at school, a red Ferrari pulled up beside them. A tall, cold and beautiful girl stepped out, whose looks were no less than Murong Xuehen's. What's more, her aura was not at all overshadowed by Murong Xuehen's elegant temperament. A beauty of this level was definitely a target for Ye Wudao to collect — a one-in-ten-thousand stunner！
Ye Wudao deliberately ignored Murong Xuehen's slightly jealous expression and walked straight toward that senior beauty who exuded a chilling aura. At over 1.7 meters tall, her already proud demeanor stood out even more like a crane among chickens. Leaning against the expensive sports car, Ye Wudao put on a look he thought was deep and meaningful and said, "Beautiful lady, there's a concert at Karmiao Theater tonight. Interested？"
The cold beauty gave him a haughty glance and said icily, "I have no interest in socializing with little kids！" Then she slammed the car door and sped off.
Seeing Ye Wudao being shot down, Murong Xuehen couldn't help but burst out laughing. It was impossible for her not to be jealous — what woman wouldn't get angry seeing the man she loves flirting with other women！ But Murong Xuehen was like the traditional, homebound ancient women, not extremely averse to men having multiple wives and concubines. On the contrary, she even tacitly allowed it. A woman like that was truly the ultimate dream girl for any man.
There wasn’t a trace of disappointment or frustration on Ye Wudao’s face. He pinched Murong Xuehen’s little nose and said fiercely, “Watch out, or you’ll laugh your teeth out！” Murong Xuehen smiled sweetly, took Ye Wudao’s hand, and said, “Anyway, I’ve got you to want me, so I’m not afraid！”
Ye Wudao looked at her delicate, flower-like face and felt a surge of lust. Seeing that no one was around, he grabbed the slender waist of his little beauty and kissed her smooth, soft cheeks hard. Murong Xuehen slipped out of his evil clutches, made a funny face at Ye Wudao, and said, “We’re gonna be late, so I’m not letting you kiss me！” With that, she ran off, laughing like silver bells.
Ye Wudao whistled, tilted his head back, and looked up at the sky, looking cocky and carefree as he strolled toward the classroom.
No one he set his sights on ever escaped his grasp！ It was just a matter of time—nothing more！
When Murong Xuehen reached the classroom, just as she had expected, her seat was piled high with love letters and flowers. Today, there were even quite a few crystal ornaments. She frowned and sat down amid the jealousy of a group of girls. If Ye Wudao found out, he would definitely get angry again. Thinking of Ye Wudao’s adorable expression when he was a little jealous but refused to admit it, she couldn’t help the corners of her mouth curling up as she looked at the pile of gifts.
She decided to do as that domineering jerk Ye Wudao said. First, she tossed all six love letters into the trash can. Then, she took half of all the flowers and gave them to her desk mate, who had never been in a relationship, and put the other half on the podium as a public offering. Finally, she handed the more valuable crystal ornaments to her bestie in the front row, Shangguan Xiaoyun, and told this little witch, who was known as the best information source in the whole grade, to return them to those admirers who were like flies.
This was the “Three-step Cleanup Routine” that Murong Xuehen had to carry out every day！
After cleaning up, Murong Xuehen secretly looked at the ordinary crystal bracelet on her wrist, which wasn't expensive at all. Her eyes were full of emotion and tenderness, and as her slender fingers caressed the bracelet, Murong Xuehen felt as if she were drunk.
When Ye Wudao slowly strolled into the classroom, Han Yun, the English teacher hailed as the top of the school's four beauties, was writing on the blackboard. From where Ye Wudao stood at the classroom door, besides Han Yun's beautiful face, her side profile at this moment was quite enchanting—curves in all the right places, especially her full chest that seemed about to burst through her clothes, inviting wild fantasies. At twenty-five or twenty-six, she had a maturity that Murong Xuehen lacked; she was like a perfectly ripe peach waiting for a man to pluck.
The sneaky act of stealing glances at the teacher's cleavage when she leaned down, under the pretense of asking questions after class, was something Ye Wudao had done countless times. Of all the courses, only English class sparked even a shred of his interest; during lessons, his mind was constantly filled with filthy thoughts about Han Yun's tempting body.
“Wudao, you're late again. I really wonder when I'll ever see you get to class before me.” Han Yun was utterly helpless with this Ye Wudao; she shook her head and told him to go to his seat.
“I'll show up on time every day if you agree to be my wife！” As he passed by Han Yun, Ye Wudao said with utter disrespect in a low voice. Reaching his seat, he tossed his bag aside, leaned back, and provocatively stared at the beautiful young teacher.
Han Yun's pretty face flushed, and she muttered something under her breath. She pretended to glare fiercely at the smug and unruffled Ye Wudao, but he, in turn, fixed his gaze entirely on her chest. Both embarrassed and furious, Han Yun turned away, ignoring this insolent student. “Ye Wudao, come to my office after class！”
Ye Wudao, who won this round, cracked a smug, lecherous smile, then slumped onto the desk to catch up on his sleep. Dealing with a beauty he hasn't conquered yet is really exhausting! He fished his homework notebook out of his messy bag and tossed it to the pretty girl sitting next to him, drawling lazily, 'You know what to do, right, my dear class monitor?'
Wu Nianyue took the crumpled notebook, but a glance from the corner of her eye spotted a sleazy porn magazine sticking out of Ye Wudao's bag. Furious, she turned away, pouting. Every day she had to do his homework, act as his alarm clock when he napped, and sometimes even massage his back—it was just too much！
After class, Wu Nianyue reluctantly shook Ye Wudao awake. He stretched lazily, turned to look at the class beauty beside him, and suddenly noticed that the girl with a hint of grievance on her face was actually quite attractive. With a sly grin, he grabbed Wu Nianyue's hand under the desk and whispered close to her ear, 'If you scream, I'll rape you！'
Completely flustered, Wu Nianyue didn't even react at first, just stared blankly at Ye Wudao with a bewildered expression. As if noticing the class beauty's delicate charm for the first time, Ye Wudao carefully scrutinized every part of Wu Nianyue. Though not as stunning as Xuehen, she was indeed a beauty—her figure seemed a bit fuller than Xuehen's, and should feel nice to the touch.
On his wrist was a top-tier watch that today countless wealthy women from prestigious families flocked to — the PIAGET. Since all cases and bracelets are made of 18K gold or platinum, and the dial designs are varied and magnificent, using precious stones like lapis lazuli, coral, mother-of-pearl, tiger's eye, and agate for decoration, the effect is dazzling and breathtaking. That's why some say, "Looking at the time on a Piaget watch is appreciating a supreme treasure." Just this watch alone cost nearly ten years of an ordinary person's income, not to mention the CHANEL tweed suit on her body — this girl was no ordinary rich person.
Looking at his classmates covered in brand names, plus the Montblanc fountain pen in hand, the VERTU brand made entirely by hand by Nokia on the desk, and the Louis Vuitton in the drawer — it was practically a world-famous brand exhibition room！
Comparing the freshness of Wu Nuanyue beside him, Ye Wudao suddenly felt a sense of disgust, as if everyone except Wu Nuanyue were nothing more than flashily dressed clowns. The guys just hovered around pretty girls （though he wasn't much better）, and the girls were all unbearably vulgar and tacky！ Someone like Ye Wudao, a guy who grew up surrounded by stunning beauties, wouldn't fancy just any ordinary pretty face.
Ye Wudao decided he had to bag this little beauty he almost overlooked. But first, he had to go to the office of his beautiful English teacher, Han Yun. Letting go of her hand, he cast a seductive glance, "From today on, you're mine！"
Leaving behind Wu Nuanyue, who had been taken advantage of and stood there stunned, Ye Wudao curled his lips into a frivolous smile as he went off to conquer another battlefield.