"Wow, Chenyi, it's only been a day since your breakup, and your ex-girlfriend is already strutting around campus in men's clothes. She's bold, isn't she?" The beautiful Japanese girl sneered, glancing at Yaoyao before turning her eyes toward Feng Chenyi.
His chiseled face radiated an elegant coldness, with deep black eyes that shimmered alluringly. Thick brows, a high nose, and perfectly sculpted lips—all these features spoke to his innate nobility and charm. The diamond earring on his left ear added a touch of rebellious flair to his refined demeanor.
"Hm?" Feng Chenyi's eyes flashed as he stepped forward, a wicked smile forming on his lips. "Dear Yaoyao, don't tell me you went looking for a stranger to 'have some fun' just to get back at me?"
Ugh… should she admit he was half right? Although it hadn't gone as far as that, she had indeed narrowly avoided being "had some fun with."
"Feng Chenyi! You—" Miyao Xiaoman started to curse, but Yaoyao quickly grabbed her arm to stop her.
Narrowing her eyes, Yaoyao gave a saccharine smile. "Hehe, Chenyi, you're absolutely right. I did go find a stranger… to 'have some fun.'" Her smile vanished as she glared at him. "What? Jealous? Upset? Well, let me tell you this—I'll do anything with anyone, but never with you, Feng Chenyi!"
Her biting words left the Japanese girl dumbfounded. Who in the world would dare speak to Feng Chenyi like that? There probably weren't even a handful of people brave enough to do so!
"Yaoyao, saying that… does it mean I hold a special place in your heart?" To her surprise, Feng Chenyi didn't get angry. Instead, he smirked mischievously. "If you're okay with me having other women, I'd gladly take you back."
What a shameless scumbag! Changing women as easily as he changed clothes—she was sure the girl with him yesterday wasn't even this Japanese one! And now, barely a day later, he already had someone new. How had she ever fallen for the sweet talk of this playboy?
"Feng Chenyi, are you out of your mind? How much clearer can I be? Let me spell it out for you: no matter who I date, it will never be you again. Got it?" Grabbing Miyao Xiaoman's hand, Yaoyao turned and marched toward the girls' dormitory.
"Wow, Yaoyao, that was so cool. You're probably the only person daring enough to talk to the heir of China's top financial conglomerate like that! If the media caught wind of this, you'd definitely make the headlines!"
Cool? Maybe. At least she had salvaged a shred of her dignity.
She'd once believed that as long as two people loved each other, identity and status didn't matter—they could live a simple life together. But now she realized that even that humble love had been one-sided.
She didn't know if the playboy Feng Chenyi felt any sadness, but her heart ached deeply.
"Hmph, that Luo Yaoyao really doesn't know her place. Chenyi, breaking up with her was the best decision you ever made." The Japanese girl scoffed, her disdain evident. Then she noticed the check Feng Chenyi handed her. Confused, she asked, "Chenyi, why are you giving me… a check?"
"Breakup compensation. Don't you get it?"
"Breakup… compensation? But we only just started dating."
"Heh, Nami, you seem to misunderstand the meaning of 'breakup compensation.' This isn't about ending a relationship—it's just the end of our… playmate arrangement." Smirking coldly, Feng Chenyi flicked the check at her face before turning to leave.
"Chenyi, you mean I was just…"
"Chenyi." At that moment, a sweet-looking girl interrupted them. Feng Chenyi immediately wrapped an arm around her waist. "Honey, you're here."
"Chenyi, I've already booked the room. Let's go."
"So proactive. I like that." With a smug smile, Feng Chenyi walked off, arm-in-arm with the girl.
Nami stood frozen, dumbfounded.
Just then, the sweet-looking girl turned back and made a face at her. "Idiot. You really thought sleeping with Chenyi once made you his girlfriend? Have you ever heard him acknowledge anyone as his girlfriend?"
As she turned away, the girl's smile faded, and she muttered coldly, "Except… Luo Yaoyao."
(To be continued)