“Brother Biao, I want to ask you about using some people…” she said, her arms wrapped around his neck.
“What is it?” Brother Biao glanced at a passing woman.
“I want to deal with someone who always opposes me.” Lin Yi Chen’s eyes flashed coldly.
“Who dares to bully my little baby!” Her big brother leaned close to her ear, “Use whoever you want, but don’t cause trouble!”
“Thank you, Brother Biao!” Lin Yi Chen offered her lips.
Her big brother pressed against her lips…
Intoxicated man and woman…
Seductive music…
If this is corruption, then sink deeper!
[Part One: Chapter Seventeen – My Name is Geng Yuoyang (Please follow)]
He was tall and handsome, with a beautiful face. His expression was indifferent, yet his eyes were extremely cold, adorned with a small silver eyebrow piercing.
“This is a new student this semester,” the counselor introduced him to everyone.
No sound; the girls were mesmerized by his “beauty.” The boys were speechless, astonished that someone so beautiful could be a man.
“Geng Yuoyang, you can find a seat. Class is about to start,” the counselor smiled, amazed inwardly.
Geng Yuoyang walked down the aisle, with girls blushing and hoping for luck…
“Thud!” A bag was forcefully thrown onto the desk next to her, startling Yu Xiaoying from her daydream. She looked up to see a pair of eyes playfully watching her.
She was the only one not looking at him, intriguing him. Yu Xiaoying saw an incredibly beautiful face; even Song Chu would pale in comparison. The eyebrow piercing gave him an enchanting edge. She smiled slightly, casually turning to pick up her textbook.
Geng Yuoyang noticed a sadness in her eyes. Although she smiled, it didn’t reach her eyes and reflected loneliness.
He admitted she was a very beautiful girl, but not just beautiful…
Geng Yuoyang sat down, lazily leaning back, drawing the attention of girls around him while Yu Xiaoying quietly listened to the teacher.
Lin Yichen trembled with anger, painfully touching her wrist. Those hit on the wrist usually screamed loudly, yet she made no sound.
Geng Yaoyang lowered his head to look at Lin Yichen.
“Huh?” Lin Yichen looked up, her face pale. “Geng? Yao? Yang?”
Geng Yaoyang frowned, his eyebrow piercing glinting. “Lin Yichen, what are you doing here?”
Lin Yichen turned and left.
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Yu Xiaoyao was preoccupied with Lin Yichen’s words. “Do you know the pain of loss? The heart feels empty…”
“Hey!” Geng Yaoyang waved his hand in front of Yu Xiaoyao. For the first time, he felt uncertain about his looks.
“Hmm?” Yu Xiaoyao opened her eyes, refocusing on him.
Sunlight streamed into the classroom, illuminating tiny dust particles dancing in the light. Geng Yaoyang stared into her eyes, seeing a hint of sadness in his own reflection. In that moment, he felt hopelessly in love with those eyes.
“My name is Geng, Yao, Yang!” he declared.
“……”
“I’m Song Chu!” a cheerful voice interrupted.
Song Chu stood at the door, holding a basketball with his orange T-shirt dampened. “Has a new student joined your class?”
Yu Xiaoyao smiled, “Yes.”
Geng Yaoyang looked at Song Chu with a mocking smile. “So, you’re the legendary Song Chu?”
“Legendary?” Song Chu walked over, picking up Yu Xiaoyao’s bag.
He wasn’t angry and smiled, “But I know you, Geng Yaoyang. Would you like to join the student council?”
“Student council?” Geng Yaoyang raised a seductive smile. “I’m not interested at all!” He proudly walked out of the classroom.
Yu Xiaoyao looked at Song Chu and smiled. Despite being rebuffed, Song Chu remained calm. “Let’s go,” he put his arm around her shoulder.
Yu Xiaoyao gently broke free and turned back, “Are you always this good-tempered?”
“Not necessarily!” Song Chu’s expression became serious. “Except for you…”
Yu Xiaoyao faced away from him. “Why?”
“…”
“Never mind.” She turned to him with a smile, though sadness lingered in her eyes. “Let’s go.”
Song Chu watched her, noticing her expression change.
“Xiaoyao…”
“Let’s go. Mom asked you to come over for dinner today. Don’t be late.”
As she walked out first, Song Chu felt a slight chill.
At the school gate, Geng Yaoyang pulled out his phone and gave a few instructions. In less than ten minutes, a sports car roared up. Geng Yaoyang calmly placed Yu Xiaoyao in the car. “Call Dr. Li,” he said flatly.
Returning home, Geng Yaoyang saw Biao being scolded by Geng Qianyu, head lowered, which brought a smile to his face. He carried Yu Xiaoying upstairs without a word.
“Hey! Yao, this isn’t your style!” Geng Qianyu shouted, but no one paid attention.
The room was empty, except for a large bed. The high-quality wooden floors emitted a faint glow. He stood by the window looking outside, and the sobs gradually faded into silence.
After a long time, he turned around to look at Yu Xiaoying. The soft bedside lamp light illuminated her tear-stained face and the scar on her forehead. Why did she look so sad? Now she seemed asleep, her eyelashes trembling, indicating unease even in her dreams.
Geng Yaoyang’s gaze turned dark, his eyebrow piercing shining faintly.
Yu Xiaoying slowly opened her eyes, suddenly sitting up in confusion. Where was she? Last night felt like a brief movie. She surveyed the room, low-key but high-end, with no furniture except… another pair of legs on the bed. She followed the legs upward.
He slept sweetly, his eyebrow piercing sparkling in the sunlight. Yu Xiaoying felt an impulse to touch it but stopped a centimeter away. She turned and tiptoed towards the door.
“What? Leaving without thanking your life-saver?” A cold voice interrupted her. Yu Xiaoying looked back to see Geng Yaoyang lazily leaning against the bedhead, revealing his muscular chest in a white sleep shirt.
Just as she was about to respond, he spoke again, “I’ve always been curious—how could you throw yourself into Song Chu’s arms so quickly while having an English lover? I heard you were very much in love before. So why?”
Yu Xiaoying glared at him.
Geng Yaoyang continued, “Is it because Song Chu is handsome or… you’re just a fickle woman?” He smiled evilly.
A shoe suddenly smashed into the wall beside his head.
He looked up, surprised.
“You’re right,” Yu Xiaoying replied coldly, “I was always that kind of woman.” She turned to leave. “And you’re very nosy!”
Yu Xiaoying walked out barefoot.
Geng Yaoyang laughed, grabbing a pillow and inhaling its pleasant scent.
Yu Xiaoying dropped her other shoe and ignored Geng Qianyu’s surprised eyes and others’ wide-open mouths as she walked out.
Where on earth did Geng Yaoyang live?
In the mountains, Yu Xiaoying looked around, seeing distant villas. The winding, well-maintained mountain road seemed endless.
Looking down at her bare feet, she sighed, realizing she couldn’t catch a car in this isolated place. Just walk! The wind lifted her curly hair, and she lifted her skirt hem. The mid-mountain scenery wasn’t bad, and facing the wind allowed her to temporarily forget her troubles.
………………
Geng Yaoyang sat on the bed, glancing at his watch. She had been gone for half an hour. A smile crept across his cold face, softening his features.
Geng Qianyu then pushed open the door, causing Geng Yaoyang to hide his smile.
“Yao, she’s gone.”
“Mm.”
“She’s a beauty! Her eyes are special, but why does she have a scar on her forehead?”
“You’re quite observant,” Geng Yaoyang replied coldly.
“Oh,” Geng Qianyu awkwardly touched his nose. “Aren’t you going to send her? Walking, she won’t reach school until tomorrow morning.”
“Mind your own business!” Geng Yaoyang’s voice was sharp.
“Fine!” Geng Qianyu opened the door to leave, silently counting “1, 2, 3…” in his mind.
Sure enough, “Boom!” The door was pulled open. Geng Yaoyang rushed past him like a whirlwind.
