This wallet was a gift from Zheng Wei when Ye Zhengchen was admitted to medical school. It had been seven years, and for someone as wasteful as Ye Zhengchen, keeping the same wallet was a miracle.
His heart warmed as he casually pulled the wallet from Ye Zhengchen’s pocket and opened it. Inside, he found a photo of a girl taken secretly.
She stood sideways on a bridge, gazing at mountains covered in red leaves. Her brown curly hair blew in the wind, and her clear blue eyes captured attention. Zheng Wei always appreciated women based on their physique.
The girl wore a short skirt in a Japanese-Korean style, complemented by a beige trench coat. The wind outlined her curves, and black stockings accentuated her slender legs. After admiring her body, Zheng Wei noted her attractive, naturally radiant face with refined features.
“This girl is great! Introduce her to me!” he said flirtatiously.
“Get lost!” Ye Zhengchen slapped away his finger from the photo and snatched back the wallet. “She’s my girlfriend.”
Instantly, the lively drinking table fell silent, and Wu Ge’s joke hung mid-sentence. Everyone’s gaze turned to Ye Zhengchen, astonished at his unexpected declaration.
To clarify, Zheng Wei asked again, “What did you say? She’s your… girlfriend?”
“Yes!” Ye Zhengchen insisted, eager to prove he wasn’t out of his mind. “Do you know the Seagull watch manufacturer?”
I want to customize a pair of couple watches as soon as possible.”
“Seagull?” Zheng Wei thought for a while before recalling the outdated brand. “Does it still exist?”
“Yes, but I didn’t find a style I liked at the mall today.”
Someone asked, “Young Master Ye, are you joking with us?”
Ye Zhengchen answered seriously, “I’m very serious.”
After a moment of silence, everyone burst into laughter, as if they had heard an incredibly funny joke. Zheng Wei found it hilarious.
Who was Ye Zhengchen? A man who had walked through countless flowers without a petal sticking to him. To him, women were just women, nothing more. Even if he were cornered with a beautiful woman at a gynecological clinic, he would calmly say they had no relationship.
In Yun Qin’s words: Ye Zhengchen had swept away the love of countless women but had never loved any woman.
