Scorpions are not social animals—not in the living sense, but psychologically. Solitude isn't the same as loneliness; a person can be alone without feeling lonely, because they're used to living by themselves. And someone who feels lonely isn't necessarily alone—perhaps it's precisely the act of standing aloof from the world after the hustle and bustle that makes the tongue of thought taste the flavor of despair and loneliness. There isn't a single scorpion that isn't lonely, and they aren't afraid of loneliness—instead, they can even enjoy the taste of it！ A Scorpio man like this regards being affectionate and being unfaithful as equally terrifying, but I'm different—I'm a scorpion that feeds on love, a scorpion brimming with affection.
——Ye Wudao's Quotes
Ye Wudao's birthday falls on the last day of Scorpio, giving him a kind of apocalyptic vibe. Even though he's good at tarot and zodiac analysis, he himself isn't interested in that stuff at all. But there's no helping it—girls buy into it, so he has no choice but to patiently buy books and magazines, and even search online for info. In short, he'll try any method that can trick a girl.
Truth is, he doesn't really like Scorpio—he prefers the romantic and dreamy Aquarius. But there's no helping that either; this is something his parents decided. Once, he complained to Yang Ningbing about why they didn't have him later, and ended up getting his ears twisted for quite a while.
He and Wu Nuanyue arrived at the classroom, and the bell stopped its "wailing" half a minute before they got there. As a result, when he stood at the classroom door holding Wu Nuanyue's little hand, Han Yun didn't let Ye Wudao off easy like she usually did. First, she unusually scolded Wu Nuanyue, who was class monitor, making her red-nosed as she walked back to her seat. Ye Wudao wasn't so lucky—Han Yun, with a face as cold as frost, kicked him out of the classroom to stand against the wall by the door and reflect.
Because Pearl Academy has many guaranteed placements to world-class universities like Oxford and Cambridge in the UK, and MIT and Harvard in the US, they place extra emphasis on English, with three to four English classes every day. After one class, Ye Wudao was bored and went outside the classroom to smoke, instantly creating a scene of "where there's smoke, there must be a demon around." Han Yun's face grew worse and worse, while Wu Nuanyue felt increasingly uneasy, secretly sending a text message to the arrogant and domineering Ye Wudao telling him to tone it down, but it was like a stone dropped into the sea with no response.
Having barely endured until the end of class, Han Yun walked out of the classroom cold and silent without a word. Ye Wudao plastered a smile on his face and intended to get chummy with this beautiful teacher whose first kiss he had just stolen today, but who knew she wouldn't even give the attentive Ye Wudao a proper look, instead lifting her proud head and walking away quickly. Ye Wudao, who had his warm face pressed against a cold butt, gave a bitter smile and returned to the classroom with a little discontent and irritation. Luckily, the sensible and considerate Wu Nuanyue helped him massage his back and shoulders, which somewhat soothed his wounded heart.
Next, Ye Wudao called Han Yun. At first, no one answered. After he called a few more times, Han Yun simply turned off her phone. Ye Wudao depressedly lay on the desk, staring at the figures running on the playground outside the window, feeling no desire for class at all. The next two periods were math, and Ye Wudao was practically math-blind, always struggling to break the thirty-point mark.
Academic performance at Pearl Academy is severely polarized. The good students are partly those who gradually stand out through good teaching methods and a high-quality teaching team, and a large group are those who effortlessly breeze through subjects using their high IQs, excellently inherited from their parents and families. As for the bad ones, they're just coasting through life because their families are rich.
Ye Wudao's Chinese seemed to have inherited the excellent bloodline from his mother's side; he always dominated in his class, even the whole grade. Actually, this was largely because his father had forced him to memorize Tang and Song poetry and Yuan opera from a young age in order to cultivate so-called refinement. As for English, it was even more of a capital for his arrogance—that kind of exam was simply child's play. With his current level, passing the CET-6 wasn't even a problem. But math and natural sciences were too embarrassing to mention; scoring in the single digits was perfectly normal. Generally speaking, as long as he filled in the multiple-choice questions, the job was done—whatever points he got were left to fate. After all, the answers were determined by a coin toss. Actually, if he wanted to cheat, it would be easy, but he had already reached the state and awareness of being too lazy to even cheat！
"Nuanyue, what is it about me that you like the most？" Ye Wudao suddenly asked.
Wu Nuanyue looked at this boy who made her heart flutter with a smile on her face. Although she had always secretly watched Ye Wudao when he slept before, for some reason she always felt she still couldn't see through this boy who was envied, admired, and hurt by others. Precisely because of this, she was hopelessly addicted to Ye Wudao like smoking opium, falling deeper and deeper. But what exactly was it that attracted her? Wu Nuanyue tilted her little head and began to ponder. Was it that wickedly beautiful, delicate face? It didn't seem like it—among the boys pursuing her, there was one with looks no less handsome, yet she hadn't been moved at all. Was it his unrestrained behavior? His outstanding athletic talent? Or his relatively good family background （the reason she thought this was because, like most people, she only knew Ye Wudao as the son of the deputy mayor; but even if she knew more, she wouldn't be too surprised, because she wasn't an ordinary rich person either）?
Seemed like none of them. When she finally looked at Ye Wudao with questioning eyes, she suddenly understood how she had fallen for this little demon—it was that uniquely Scorpio gaze! And that gaze revealed an innate melancholy; in his slender eyes hid an untamed aloofness and indifference, yet it also held warmth and richness, impossibly extravagant. This gaze left the still-girl Wu Nuanyue defenseless, doomed to sink into the web of affection he seemed to weave carelessly on purpose.
“I’m not telling you！” Wu Nuanyue said playfully, knowing she couldn’t tell this scoundrel, or he’d get too proud.
Ye Wudao narrowed his eyes with a smile. “So that means everything about you is a virtue？” Wu Nuanyue laughed and scolded, “Conceited！”
Ye Wudao laughed heartily, then suddenly leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Your bust should be about 82, right？” His right hand boldly gripped Wu Nuanyue’s full breast through her clothes. As his arousal-inducing touch stroked her, the girl couldn’t help her slender body trembling slightly, her face already blushing red as an apple. The added thrill of being in a public place gave Wu Nuanyue a pleasure she’d never felt before. Soon, her whole body went limp in Ye Wudao’s arms as he roamed freely. At that moment, the classroom was as noisy as a marketplace, so no one noticed their unusual state, though a few girls accidentally saw and quickly turned away in embarrassment. Just as Ye Wudao tried to go further and Wu Nuanyue let out a faint, tempting moan, the math teacher walked in at the most inappropriate time.
Ye Wudao reluctantly let go of Wu Nuanyue, turned his head to the table of girls behind him, and said, "Had your fill of staring？" The girls at that table, who had been sneaking curious glances, suddenly flushed red, stammering and unable to speak. Watching Ye Wudao, whose face had always been cool and aloof, suddenly brim with seductive eyes and an ambiguous vibe, they felt a dizzying illusion, realizing that this rich young master was actually this handsome and captivating. Both of them began to resent that Wu Nuanyue had gotten to him first.
Still immersed in bliss, Wu Nuanyue weakly rolled her eyes at Ye Wudao, who was also slumped on the desk. Wu Nuanyue probably didn't absorb much of this class either, since for most of it, she and Ye Wudao were flirting with their eyes, making the math teacher think his star student was sick. After class, he came over and asked for ages, finally leaving with a disappointed look.
Just then, a girl who looked a lot like Lin Jiaxin appeared at the door, expressionless, and said, "Who's Ye Wudao？" Wu Nuanyue gave Ye Wudao's thigh a hard pinch and glared at his innocent-looking face, "Philandering again, huh？" Ye Wudao wrapped his arms around the jealous Wu Nuanyue, gave one last regretful look at the girl who was indeed pretty, and began to sweet-talk the girl in his arms. She was a real treasure—she had four or five cards in her wallet and wouldn't even blink when dropping ten thousand bucks, not to mention being considerate and beautiful. Not investing more emotional capital would make him a total idiot！
Seeing no one pay her any attention, the proud girl, used to being treated like a princess, couldn't swallow her anger and said loudly again, "Today, the junior high football team challenges the senior high! We want your Ye Wudao to play!" When everyone's gazes converged on Ye Wudao, who had his arm around Wu Nuanyue, the girl shot him a fierce glare and ran off in a huff.
Ye Wudao felt a headache coming on — this totally violated the rule of never letting a woman hold a grudge. He smiled bitterly at Wu Nuanyue. “I seriously don’t know her, how the hell did she know I could play football?！ Out of all the people to pick, she picked me, can you believe it！?” Wu Nuanyue obediently leaned against him and said affectionately, “Actually, no matter what you do, I won’t have a problem with it. Even though I’ll secretly get jealous, secretly be unhappy, and secretly cry.”
At that moment, Ye Wudao was genuinely moved. He didn’t say anything, because any words would seem weak and pale in the face of true feelings.
“Wudao, I’m a Sagittarius！ For you, I can lose my wings and my arrow. If you leave me when I can’t protect myself or even fly anymore, I’ll die！”
“I won’t. I won’t leave you！ Even if I die, I’ll crawl back from hell to see you！”
Wu Nuanyue was the only daughter of a tycoon from some mysterious multinational financial conglomerate, and within the future massive underworld empire — The Crown Prince Party — she was the sole crown princess recognized and respected by everyone！ Even Murong Xuehen didn’t have that honor. She was also the only woman who had been by the Crown Prince’s side through all the hard times.