"Little Demon? Is that really you?"
A handsome young man approached, his charming features lit up with disbelief and surprise.
"Hey? Senior Lu Ru Feng? What are you doing here?"
Ling Xiaoyao looked at him with joy; it had been a long time since they last saw each other, and he had grown even more handsome.
"After graduating from college, I've been trying to find out how you've been."
"Really… is that so?"
Ling Xiaoyao felt a mix of surprise and delight. Back in college, she had admired Senior Lu Ru Feng immensely—he was academically excellent, young and dashing, and, most importantly, he designed jewelry! She often sought his advice.
Meanwhile, Han Chenyu stood nearby, watching the two of them chat as if no one else existed. For some reason, a wave of anger surged within him. The tenderness Lu Ru Feng showed Ling Xiaoyao sparked an inexplicable jealousy.
"Hello, I'm Han Chenyu, Xiaoyao's husband."
Han Chenyu couldn't help but interject, wrapping an arm possessively around Ling Xiaoyao's waist, as if to declare his claim over her.
"Hey! Let go of me!"
Ling Xiaoyao secretly scolded Han Chenyu. Why was he claiming to be her husband? Everyone knew it was a lie, and it made her feel embarrassed in front of the senior she admired.
It was only then that Lu Ru Feng noticed the tall man standing next to Ling Xiaoyao. He couldn't help but wonder: has Xiaoyao really gotten married?
"Xiaoyao, you're married?"
"Um…"
Han Chenyu watched her stammer, his irritation flaring up. Without thinking, he leaned down and kissed her.
"Mmm…"
Seeing their intimacy, Lu Ru Feng felt the light in his eyes dim. Why? He had planned to confess his feelings to her after starting his own company, but now someone else had beaten him to it.
"Now tell me, am I not your husband?"
Han Chenyu looked at Ling Xiaoyao with satisfaction while throwing a challenging glance at Lu Ru Feng, whose demeanor had faded.
"You are my husband."
Ling Xiaoyao blurted it out without thinking.
"Good girl."
Han Chenyu turned to Lu Ru Feng with a smug smile. "Xiaoyao, she's my wife now. She's mine."
Ling Xiaoyao felt as if she was hearing things. Did he just say she was his? Why was her heart racing again? Was she sick?
"Xiaoyao, congratulations! I have things to attend to, so I'll take my leave."
"Senior, wait!"
"What are you chasing after?"
Han Chenyu pulled her back, clearly annoyed. He could see that Lu Ru Feng had intentions toward her.
"Han Chenyu, what are you doing?"
"You're getting all cozy with another man in front of your husband, and now you want to chase after him? Do I not exist?"
"But we're in a fake marriage, and we're supposed to get a divorce in a year."
Han Chenyu was momentarily taken aback by her words. Right, it was just a fake marriage. Why did he care so much about her interactions with other men? Why was he acting so possessively? Was this really Han Chenyu?
"Do whatever you want. If you want to chase him, go ahead."
Ling Xiaoyao saw his cold expression and decisive figure, which caused a pang of pain in her heart. She hurried after him.
Back at home, Ling Xiaoyao unusually offered to bring Han Chenyu his slippers and even helped in the kitchen, serving dishes and plates. Han Chenyu wondered if she was trying to placate him. After all, she hadn't chased after that man, right? Somehow, his mood lightened.
Meanwhile, Lu Ru Feng struggled to suppress the sadness and disappointment as he finally stepped out of the supermarket. He squatted down in a corner, supporting his head with his hands, feeling as if he were suffocating.
Xiaoyao is married? She's really married? The girl he had secretly loved for so many years was now someone else's? What was the point of all his hard work in building a company if it was just to reach a level where he could openly propose to her?
But now, she was married to another man. How ridiculous!
He squatted there, reminiscing about the day he first met Ling Xiaoyao years ago.
It was a sunny spring afternoon. He was strolling by the lake on campus when he suddenly spotted a beautiful figure dancing lightly under a peach tree. Her face was radiant with a bright smile, her long hair flowing in the breeze, her laughter echoing by the lake, full of sunshine and vitality.
In that moment, he was deeply captivated. He even foolishly wondered if she was a fairy descended from the heavens.
He couldn't help but approach her, wanting to talk to her, to look at her, to protect her. But later, he learned that she was a wealthy young lady, someone far beyond his reach. So he worked even harder, enduring countless hardships, hoping to build a life worthy of her. But what was the outcome?
She got married.
"Uncle Han, are you still mad? Don't be upset; I know I embarrassed you in front of everyone. You can punish me however you want."
After washing up, Ling Xiaoyao knelt on the bed, trying to please him while massaging his legs and shoulders like