Chapter 48 [VIP] The Scumbag Rich Second Generation (4)

Chapter 48 [VIP] The Scumbag Rich Second Generation (4)

Meanwhile, Nanyan, having flirted and fled, was clearly in a good mood. Of course, it was intentional, meant to tantalize him and leave him yearning.

Deep down, Nanyan understood that He Yanzhou liked her, but this affection was always superficial, merely an appreciation of beauty, occasionally mixed with a man’s baser instincts, hence his quick weariness.

After all, even the most beautiful things can become tiresome after constant exposure. It’s the difference between liking and love. Liking someone or something for a long time can lead to weariness, and if, after becoming weary, the other person obliviously clings and tries to control you, it only increases the irritation.

That’s exactly how He Yanzhou felt about her at the moment.

Nanyan’s goal was to transform this appreciative liking into a genuine flutter of the heart, and such a feeling is subtle – sometimes it might be a tender kiss, other times a casual glance.

Under normal circumstances, He Yanzhou was not accustomed to being passive. Nanyan had just teased him a bit before he could react, and likely, he would soon take the initiative.

Therefore, she could set aside matters on his end for now. Being overly proactive might backfire; it was better to wait for him to make a move.

As for the other one... he should be showing up soon.

Zhou Chiyen, from the original text, was no simple character. His actions in the story as the male lead's arch-enemy revealed him to be a cunning and scheming little wolf in sheep's clothing.

On the surface, he seemed innocently harmless, always addressing her sweetly as “sister,” but in reality, he was full of tricks, adept at deceiving those around him while maintaining an image of an innocent, harmless younger brother.

In the later part of the plot, his intention to approach the female lead was not out of genuine interest but to snatch her away from He Yanzhou for his amusement. However, during his interactions with Li Jiao, he found himself genuinely affected by her boldness and flamboyance, eventually falling for her and becoming her silent protector.

Currently, Zhou Chiyen had no particular interest in Li Jiao. His target was Xu Nanyan, merely because she was still He Yanzhou's girlfriend, and he wanted to snatch her away for a fling.

He was another character who preferred to take the initiative, so she probably wouldn't need to make much effort. She could just wait for him to approach.

Nanyan smiled to herself, attending her classes for the day. Far from feeling tired, she found herself nostalgic, perhaps because it had been years since she felt this carefree and relaxed.

If she accumulated enough points, wouldn't buying a world like this for a vacation be quite nice?

Nanyan didn't dwell on it too much, as her main focus was the mission. She had a lecture to attend in the evening.

Truth be told, Xu Nanyan's popularity at school was neither bad nor outstanding. People often sympathize with the underdog, and being poor, in a way, was a form of being underprivileged.

The campus beauty was very attractive, but her poverty made her more relatable, so there weren't many who disliked her, and quite a few who liked her. However, some rumors did spread after she started dating He Yanzhou, but since she was low-key, most people didn't believe them.

Nanyan headed to the lecture hall with a few classmates from her department. The hall was already packed with people.

Lectures at University A were usually open to the public, not only to interested students from their own school but also to students from other institutions.

However, today's attendance was clearly over capacity, mostly female students. Could it be that the lecturer is a handsome guy?

She found a vacant seat in the middle row and sat down, next to a former roommate from her dorm, who also had a high attractiveness rating and was on good terms with her.

A group of girls chattered nearby, mostly about the handsome senior they had just seen. Occasionally, Nanyan heard her own name.

Nanyan was indifferent to their gossip, noticing several boys stealing glances at her. They turned their heads away, embarrassed, whenever she looked back.

Glancing at her phone and noting it was still early, she asked a girl nearby to save her spot and headed to the nearby restroom.

The restroom was a bit far from the lecture hall, down a long corridor. It was evening, and the hallway was nearly empty.

After using the restroom, Nanyan noticed her neatly arranged hair from the morning had come loose.

She walked, attempting to re-tie her hair with a hair tie, not paying much attention to the path ahead.

It was during this moment of distraction that she accidentally bumped into someone. The impact was strong enough to unbalance her, but fortunately, the person caught her, pulling her forward.

The contact made her chin hit the person's collarbone, bringing a warm sensation and a faint scent of mint.

Her hair tie snapped off, falling to the ground, and the person also let out a soft grunt from the collision.

"Senior, don't you look where you're going?"

"Ouch, that really hurt."

The boy's voice was clear and crisp, tinged with youthful naivety. It sounded like a shy freshman, but the grip on Nanyan's wrist was firm, hinting at an underlying assertiveness.

Nanyan then looked up, realizing her hair tie had snapped off and wondering where it had fallen.

As she raised her head, her carefully arranged hair cascaded down around her chest and became entwined around the arm he was holding.

South Yan lifted her gaze slightly, meeting the boy's dark, gleaming eyes. His features were indeed impeccable, giving off an impression of a youthful, rosy-lipped and fair-teethed lad.

His eyebrows were thick and straight, his eyes slightly slanted at the corners, with round, black pupils. Despite his sharp and striking appearance, there was an obedient and pure vibe when he smiled, making it hard for anyone to bear any dislike towards him.

Standing before South Yan, he was tall and slender. Though he looked younger, he towered over her, creating an unexplained sense of intimidation.

South Yan thought to herself, as expected, this restless little wolf cub couldn't resist coming to find her.

She maintained her composure and let out a slight sigh, nodding towards the person and apologizing, "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going and accidentally bumped into you."

She gave him a brief glance and seemed unconcerned, her tone as calm and serene as ever, as if she wasn’t bothered by this minor incident.

After speaking, Nanyan forcefully freed herself from his grasp, intending to walk past him, but he seemed to deliberately block her way, obstructing her path whether she moved left or right.

Nanyan frowned unconsciously.

The young man opposite her raised his eyebrows, showing no intention of moving aside, yet still wearing a seemingly innocent and harmless smile.

"Senior, you think a simple apology is enough to dismiss me? That won’t do."

As he spoke, he deliberately leaned in closer to Nanyan, his warm breath inadvertently brushing her cheek, creating an intimate and ambiguous atmosphere between their mingling breaths.

It seems this young rascal is trying to play a trick?

Does he think I'm foolish? I’m not falling for his tricks!

Nanyan frowned uncomfortably, instinctively stepping back as he leaned in, as if only then realizing he wasn't going to let her go that easily.

She looked around and noticed they were relatively alone, which led her to meet his gaze more seriously. Her typically gentle and tranquil eyes seemed to hold a hint of trouble.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Did I hurt you?" Nanyan asked calmly after taking a deep breath.

The boy nodded emphatically, his eyes showing a hint of innocence, "Yes, yes, senior, you hurt me so much. As compensation, shouldn’t you give me…"

"How much?"

Interrupting him, Nanyan spoke while retrieving a ladies' wallet from her small shoulder bag. She hesitated between a fifty and a hundred for a moment, then pulled out a hundred yuan, "Is one hundred enough?"

As she spoke, her expression had cooled, clearly treating him as a scam artist.

Zhou Chiyen was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter, which seemed genuinely heartfelt, "Senior, are you trying to throw money at me?"

His laughter brought out his youthful spirit, his thick, long eyelashes fluttering slightly, accentuating his boyish charm.

"But I don't want your money. In exchange, how about you give me your contact information?"

This was exactly what Zhou Chiyen had hoped for by staging this encounter. Although obtaining Nanyan's contact information wouldn't have been difficult, having her give it to him directly would certainly make him happier.

Zhou Chiyen's gaze rested on Nanyan's slightly impatient expression. Even her frown was beautiful. He had to admit, although Heyan Zhou wasn't the best guy around, his taste in girlfriends was quite impeccable.

As soon as he finished speaking, Nanyan's brows furrowed even more tightly, her expression clearly categorizing him as a 'troublesome ruffian' kind of guy.

Perhaps it was his persistent annoyance, or maybe it was because the time for her lecture was nearing.

Decisively, she slapped the hundred-yuan note against his chest, glanced at him, and spoke with seriousness, "I'm sorry, but I don't have any contact information to give. Moreover, I have absolutely no interest in immature boys like you. Please take this money and keep your distance; don't bother me again."

She perfectly enacted the role of someone exasperated by a pesky ruffian. This might have been the first time Nanyan felt so gratified while using money to fend someone off, especially such a cunning and troublesome young lad.

He was caught off guard by the sudden impact, momentarily stunned and confused.

Perhaps it was his strikingly handsome appearance that made him a bit presumptuous with young women, and it was rare for someone to reject him so decisively.

Nanyan, however, pushed him away with the momentum and quickly moved past him, leaving swiftly.

Her disdainful attitude was as if he were tainted with some virus, not sparing him any sentiment.

By the time Zhou Chiyen regained his composure, Nanyan had already walked far away. When he looked down, he saw a hundred-yuan note on the ground, along with a black hair tie.

He bent down to pick up both the money and the hair tie, brushing off the dust, and couldn't help but smile with clean and bright amusement, looking like an innocent and harmless youth. He then repeated Nanyan's words in a low voice, "An underage boy?"

"Heyan Zhou's girlfriend, she really is..."

Zhou Chiyen was not only unangered, but his eyes actually showed an unprecedented, eerie excitement. He playfully twirled the hair tie around his finger.

"This is so interesting."

He couldn't help but smile, his grin growing brighter. He then tucked the hundred-yuan note into his pocket and walked off in the direction Nanyan had disappeared.

……

By the time Nanyan returned to the lecture hall, the lecture had already started. The place was packed, and she found her seat by retracing her steps.

Shortly after sitting down, she heard whispers behind her, the surprised gasps of girls, followed by their hushed discussions.

"Really, it looks like Zhou Chiyen from the neighboring university. He actually came."

"Yeah, tonight's lecture is so worth it. He's so handsome up close, those eyes are just sparkling. I heard he doesn’t have a girlfriend yet…"

"Then don't wait, go ask for his contact info."

"You go, you go…"

The girls were whispering and huddling together, seemingly unable to contain their excitement.

Eventually, a few bold girls switched seats to get closer to Zhou Chiyen.

"Excuse me, could I have your contact information?"

The boy called out seemed surprised at first, then turned to them. A gentle, apologetic voice followed, "I'm sorry, senior, I'm currently attending the lecture. Can we talk about this after it's over?"

This was most likely a rejection. The girl who had asked for his contact information bit her lip, her cheeks flushing, but she calmed down under his gentle smile. Well, it's okay to be rejected, isn't it? Who could resist such a good-looking 'puppy' brother!

This continued for two or three rounds, and the commotion behind her gradually ceased. Nanyan then realized why there were so many people in the lecture hall today – it was all because of him.

After the small disturbance ended, the area behind her finally quieted down.

However, the quiet didn’t last long. Nanyan felt something tap her shoulder. Thinking it was an accidental brush by someone behind her, she ignored it initially, but then her shoulder was gently poked again.

Turning her head to look behind her, she met Zhou Chiyen's overly innocent gaze. He immediately flashed her a clean smile, his mouth slightly opening, silently saying:

"Sorry, senior, I was just joking with you."

After saying that, he slightly shook his phone, indicating her to check hers. Feeling her phone vibrate, Nanyan noticed messages from an unknown number.

[Senior, I'm not young anymore, I've come of age.]

Men, it seems, are particularly sensitive to being called 'little', especially in front of women. Thus, Zhou Chiyen's first message was an explanation of this matter.

Nanyan, uninterested in responding, didn’t reply for a while. Zhou Chiyen, after some thought, sent another message:

[Senior, please don’t be mad, okay? I didn’t mean to hassle you, I just wanted to be friends, and I didn’t really want your money.]

Realizing that his initial approach wasn't working, he quickly changed tactics and sincerely apologized. Being adaptable was indeed a trait of his.

Nanyan wasn’t really planning to ignore him, especially considering the mission. Seeing his seemingly sincere attitude, she finally deigned to reply: [Where did you get my contact information?]

Zhou Chiyen was worrying about what to do if she didn’t respond, but then she sent a message. His lips curved into a harmless smile:

[Senior, you replied to me. Does that mean you’re not angry anymore?]

[Senior, I'm sorry for getting your number without your permission. I got it from a friend of a friend, but I had no bad intentions. I just wanted to be friends with you.]

[By the way, Senior, my name is Zhou Chiyen.]

Once he started texting, he sent a flurry of messages, affectionately addressing her as 'senior' and 'sister,' which was especially endearing and obedient. No wonder so many people were charmed by him. Who would have thought that such a seemingly gentle and clean junior could be as malicious as a venomous snake behind the scenes?

Nanyan's eyes lingered on the last message with Zhou Chiyen's name.