Honey, don't leave

Ye Chong blinked, "Why ask me to leave as soon as I come in? Don't you have something to say?"

"Get out!"

"Fine, calm down by yourself then. Call me if you need anything." He left the principal's office and returned to the main office, where Guoshi and Ganlu immediately approached him again.

"Mr. Ye, you're quite something. We've never seen her so angry before. Is it because of the incident where you hit the student?"

"If only it were that simple. I just glanced at a photo of her and her late husband, then said a few words of advice, but I didn't expect her to explode like that."

Guoshi and Ganlu exchanged glances. "Late husband?"

"Yeah, he seemed like a decent guy in the photo, and they seemed well-matched. Such a pity he passed away prematurely."

The two girls chuckled, "Late husband? What are you talking about? Her husband is alive and well. Why would you curse him to die?"

"What? He's alive?"

"You cursed her husband to die, no wonder she got mad. She probably thought you did it on purpose. You're in trouble now."

"But I only glanced at the photo. Why such a big reaction?"

"Some things are better left unsaid. It's best if you don't know."

With that, they each grabbed their teaching materials and left, leaving Ye Chong with a head full of unsolvable math equations.

Ye Chong yawned and slumped onto his desk, entering sleep mode. One morning passed, and when the bell rang, he woke up on time, drank some water, lit a cigarette, and leisurely left the school.

Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and smiled knowingly—it was a call from Xu Menglin.

She had been unusually attentive to him lately, but the more she acted that way, the more uncertain he felt.

Xu Menglin got straight to the point, "Are you off work?"

"Yeah."

"Where are you? I'll come pick you up."

"Miss Xu, can't you just tell me what's going on? You're making me uneasy with all this."

Xu Menglin fell silent for a moment, "It's hard to explain over the phone. You'll see when we meet."

"Do you still remember Times Square? I'll wait for you there."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

Ye Chong had a hunch. He knew Xu Menglin wasn't an ordinary person, especially since they were engaged. If she were to meet Su Moning by chance, who knows what might happen.

The incident at Times Square had only happened a few days ago. If that girl gave him another gun and forced him to kill Su Moning, it would be a disaster.

Fortunately, Elite High School wasn't far from Times Square, so he decided to walk instead of taking a taxi.

As he approached, he spotted the familiar figure standing gracefully at the edge of the square, gazing into the distance.

It wasn't that his eyes were particularly sharp, but rather that whenever she stood on the street, she would stand out amidst the crowd, making it hard for anyone passing by not to take a glance.

As he got closer, he saw that she was wearing a white lace dress today. The exquisite and gorgeous lace highlighted the woman's delicate and noble temperament, releasing her romantic feelings. The lace dress was a simple and slim style, accentuating her curves. Paired with silver high heels, she exuded the aura of a perfect goddess, as if she were meeting a world supermodel on the Champs-Elysées in Paris!

He casually flicked away his cigarette butt and walked over to her. "What's the rush that even Miss Xu personally came to pick me up?"

When Xu Menglin saw him for the first time, she couldn't help but take a second look. She seemed surprised that the guy who wielded hammers and bricks could also transform into an artistic youth!

It seemed like even the heavens were blind; there was simply no reasoning with such a situation!

Xu Menglin didn't seem interested in small talk. After a brief glance at her $800,000 Patek Philippe Perpetual Calendar Moonphase Rose Gold watch, she walked silently towards a nearby white Bentley Mulsanne GT series convertible. She casually put on a pair of retro Versace sunglasses, instantly exuding a cool and dazzling vibe!

Ye Chong's eyes were focused solely on the "female driver". Compared to her beauty and temperament, he had no interest in criticizing her awkward ignition and gear shifting.

Regardless of Xu Menglin's driving skills, in Ye Chong's eyes, her beauty and demeanor far surpassed any concerns about her driving skills.

What Ye Chong was really interested in was why a woman of her wealth and status didn't have a driver today?

A Bentley was a Bentley, and even the feeling of driving it was different. Glancing at the woman with long flowing hair, Ye Chong closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Hmm, it smells good. What perfume are you wearing?"

Xu Menglin seemed preoccupied and absent-mindedly replied, "What did you say?"

"I asked what perfume you're wearing."

"I never wear perfume."

"If it's not perfume, then it must be your body or hair fragrance, or maybe it's a combination of both."

Xu Menglin furrowed her brows slightly. "Can you be honest?"

"Am I not honest enough?"

"I mean, can you control your nose and eyes?"

Ye Chong shrugged helplessly, "I guess that's difficult."

Along the way, Ye Chong lost track of time. His thoughts were consumed by the "female driver". It wasn't until he heard the greeting "Welcome" that he snapped out of it.

He, after all, could be considered an "insider" in the construction industry. Getting out of the car, he realized that the luxury of this hotel was more than just five stars. Even the valet parking attendants were dressed in designer suits and spoke in English when greeting and conversing, causing Ye Chong to suspect that this valet driver might be a high-achieving graduate from a prestigious university like him, unable to find a decent job, which made him, a seemingly artistic youth, once again out of place in this environment.

Before even entering, Ye Chong decided not to go any further. Xu Menglin frowned, "What are you doing?"

"I still don't know what you're up to. With one or two hundred million on me, I guarantee I could enter three or four of these hotels a day. But I'm just a working guy who can't even afford to tip the waiters. Are you trying to make me wash dishes here for the rest of my life?"

"You're overthinking it. I brought you here today to meet a few people."

"What people? Can meeting them earn me a million red envelopes?"

Xu Menglin impatiently said, "Is money the only thing in your eyes?"

"Yes."

Xu Menglin knew there was hardly any point in communicating with such a person, but at this moment, she had to endure it. "If you cooperate with me for this meeting, I'll give you a million!"

She thought this amount of money would be astronomical to Ye Chong, and he would have no reason to refuse. However, to her surprise, he just smiled faintly, "I don't know what you're up to. What if you want me to commit suicide?"

Xu Menglin blinked her beautiful eyes, a mixture of embarrassment and anger.

"You think of me like that?"

"I'm happy to be friends with rich people, but don't think a few bucks can make me your slave."

Xu Menglin fell silent for a moment before saying, "I don't want to tell you too much. If you come with me now, we might still be able to fulfill our engagement. Otherwise..."

She bit her lip, "You can leave now, and you'll never see me again."

Ye Chong sensed something was off in her expression. He knew that making a woman like her so humble and submissive meant she must be under immense pressure. "Actually, I'm not incapable of helping you. Since you won't say, at least say something nice."

"What do you want to hear?"

Ye Chong innocently said, "If you could call me 'husband' right now, I think my energy level would skyrocket. I'd go through water and fire for you. Whatever you say, goes."

"You..." Xu Menglin blushed, both embarrassed and angry.

Ye Chong shrugged, "You said you wanted to marry me, but you won't even call me 'husband' now. I think we're not destined to be together in this lifetime. It's better to break up early. I have something else to do. I'm leaving..."

As he spoke, he was about to leave. He took a few steps, but then heard Xu Menglin's small, humble, and humiliating voice behind him, "Husband, don't go..."

Ye Chong stopped in his tracks, not moving for a while. If a woman's mouth was a gun, then those two words were bullets. At that moment, he had at least said goodbye to one of his multiple personalities.

For a man who had nothing, those two words felt incredibly heavy. He hadn't expected a small prank to bring about such a profound life experience.

He forced himself to snap out of that state and turned back, reverting to his previous demeanor.

"It seems like we're almost there, but if you could make it a bit sweeter, that would be even better."

The woman's face suddenly turned cold, and without saying a word, she turned and walked away.

Ye Chong knew he had gone too far. Teasing this kind of woman was like playing with fire.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, he slipped inside and flattered her, "A little sense of humor wouldn't hurt. Women shouldn't always be angry; it doesn't look beautiful."

Xu Menglin turned away, not responding, but Ye Chong caught a glimpse of her wiping her nose with the back of her hand, tears shimmering in her beautiful eyes.

"What's wrong? It was just a joke."

Xu Menglin suddenly turned around, not saying a word, just staring coldly at him.

If she were to cry or make a scene, or even pretend to be pitiful, it wouldn't be a big deal. But just when you thought she was about to launch a lightning attack, she pulled an empty city maneuver. What Ye Chong feared most was this girl's move. It was even more embarrassing than being scolded by her ancestors.

Xu Menglin calmly said, "Ye Chong, do you feel superior?"

Ye Chong was puzzled by her words. "What superiority? What could I feel superior about?"

"After hurting a woman and not receiving the punishment you deserve, she still has to beg you to marry her, endure your teasing and ridicule, your sense of superiority must have reached its peak, right?"

Despite her appearance, her words were like needles, stabbing sharply, making people want to bury themselves in the air.

To be precise, she wasn't speaking, she was slapping him in the face!