Chapter 4: Receiving Someone’s Confession

Inside St. Hallowed Chapter International College.

"Okay, Xiao Liu. You can stop here." Following her usual routine, An Zhiyan asked the driver to drop her off about half a kilometer away from the school gate. 

All the students enrolled in this school came from either rich or noble families, much like her. Sometimes, wealth was simply used in such a crass manner, to differentiate between social classes. 

However, An Zhiyan had the habit of taking a short walk, feeling the warm sunshine on her face. It was if the sun was telling her there was still hope in her life.

"Okay." Following that, the car came to a stop. As usual, it stopped near the cross-junction and An Zhiyan got off.

"Well then, Miss, please take care of yourself."

"I'll be fine," An Zhiyan said and waived goodbye to the driver.

As the car moved off, An Zhiyan, with her bag slung diagonally across her body, walked briskly onward. She was studying in the business college of this school, majoring in Administrative Management. If all went well, she would be able to take control of Boshi Corporation in future. That was why earlier on, after she completed her high school exams, she gave up going to Qingbei University and instead enrolled in this international college. She was the top scholar in the Science Stream and her exams results was a respectable 714 points. 

Today, the sun was shining brightly. The abundant sunshine shone on An Zhiyan's body, making her feel pleasantly warm all over.

Suddenly, a shadow dashed in front of An Zhiyan. 

It was a boy about the same age as her. Wearing a white sweatshirt and baggy denim pants, he seemed to be a student.

All of a sudden, he bowed down and brought his head down very low. In his outstretched hands extended towards An Zhiyan, there was a white envelope.

"Sigh!" Whenever An Zhiyan encountered such things, she had always felt troubled. From a small age, she had experienced this scenario multiple times. As she did not have any particularly close friend, she would sometimes grumble a bit to Yang Dan. Yang Dan was a classmate that she had known since junior high. She also belonged to one of the four wealthy families.

However, Yang Dan was not very good looking. Therefore, whenever An Zhiyan grumbled to her, she would simply chide her for humble-bragging.

"Er… Miss An, I like you!" Opposite her, the boy clad in white stuttered. It seemed like he had mustered quite a lot of courage this time to approach her.

"Sorry!" As usual, An Zhiyan did not even look at him and simply turned him away politely. In this time and age, An Zhiyan was still living like people in the past. She held conservative views, and believed in the moral duties that women were expected uphold.

Yang Dan, as her good friend and confidante, had been approached by other people asking what kind of guy did An Zhiyan like. However, An Zhiyan had always answered vaguely with an ambivalent reply, saying, "As long as he's easy on the eye, it's good enough."

"But you did not even look at those people who have confessed to you!" Yang Dan replied her with an aggrieved look. 

At this moment, she would always tell Yang Dan simply, "That's because he has not appeared yet."

"Who is he?" Yang Dan asked with a puzzled look. 

"He is the right guy!" 

"Then why has he not appeared?" Yang Dan asked her while scratching her head.

"The right guy will appear at the right time," An Zhiyan replied in response. 

As these replies passed through his mind, the boy opposite An Zhiyan moved forward one step, and thrust the love letter right in front of her eyes.

"Er… I have liked you for a long time now. Will you give me a chance?"

"What a tenacious guy." As An Zhiyan looked at him, she recalled inwardly all the times she had encountered such persistent guys in the past, and how, in the end, it was always Yang Dan who helped her get rid of them.

An Zhiyan did not like to talk about these things back home. Although some girls might feel flattered after receiving a guy's profession of love and feel that this was something worth boasting to other people, in An Zhiyan's case, she did not think the same way. Back when her father betrayed her mother, she had already lost all faith in love. Furthermore, this profession of love came from someone who did not know her at all and only did so based on her outward appearance. Such people could not be trusted.

"Sorry!" As the boy made a move to come closer, An Zhiyan instinctively took one step back. As there was dancing classes scheduled for today, the instructor had requested that the girls must wear skirts. With this one step back, An Zhiyan did not notice the small rock behind and took a stumble. 

Just as she was about to make contact with the ground, at this critical moment a pair of hands reached out and grabbed An Zhiyan's bag from the back, thereby preventing her from falling down at the last minute.

After she stabilized her footing, An Zhiyan turned around, intending to thank her savior. However, when she saw who saved her, she broke out in loud laughter.

Her savior was none other than Xia Minghao. He was the offspring of Xia Zhentian, and came from one of the four wealthy families too. He grew up together with An Zhiyan and the two of them got along very well with each other. However, this was purely platonic friendship. Xia Minghao was a playboy who had deflowered numerous girls. All these years, he must have deflowered 80 to 100 girls.

"Brother, what are you up to? Huh?" Not surprisingly, Xia Minghao understood what was happening to An Zhiyan. He shot out one hand, and with one slam on the wall next to the boy with the love letter, he left a distinct palm print on the wall. Without any doubt, this guy knew martial arts.

The trembling boy swallowed nervously, after that he turned tail and fled without looking back, and at very high speed too.

"Thank you so much!" An Zhiyan said, and dusted off the dirt on her bag.