Chapter 11: The Warm-Hearted Man Comes After the Dog

Walking through Dragon City University, Chu Fei watched the young girls exuding youthful vitality as they passed by, taking a deep breath of the fragrant air.

He couldn’t help but sigh, “Fighting and killing can’t compare to flirting with a campus beauty.”

If his third senior sister were to see him now, acting like a wolf in a flock of sheep, she would definitely twist his ear.

But…

After all those years of restraint up on the mountain, couldn’t he enjoy himself just a little?

—Let the music play and the dance continue!

As Chu Fei was relishing the liveliness of university life, he suddenly noticed a crowd gathering ahead, with people jeering and making noise—a clear sign that someone was confessing their feelings.

Chu Fei wasn’t interested at first; he just wanted to find Jiang Yunqi and settle the engagement matter quickly.

But when he glanced over, he immediately changed his mind.

Because the girl being confessed to at the center of the crowd was none other than Jiang Yunqi, the one he was looking for!

“Let’s see what’s happening here,” Chu Fei muttered as he made his way forward.

Soon, as the heroine of this public confession, Jiang Yunqi stunned Chu Fei with her presence.

She wore her long hair down to her waist, all dyed in the currently popular cherry blossom pink. Her bangs on the right side partly covered her cheek, her delicate oval face adorned with a light touch of makeup. Those phoenix eyes sparkled with pride and boldness, and her rosy lips were both sensual and alluring.

What truly set her apart was her outfit—a black motorcycle leather jacket casually draped over a tight-fitting white tank top. The tank top was so short it couldn’t even cover her navel, leaving her fair, slender waist exposed without a hint of reservation.

Her entire look could be summed up in a single word: Dashing!

If only her chest measured up—probably just a C at best.

Luckily for Chu Fei, his hands were small enough that anything felt sizeable.

As for the young man confessing his feelings, his appearance was hardly worth describing.

He knelt on one knee, holding a bouquet of roses in his right hand, looking up at Jiang Yunqi with heartfelt devotion.

“Qiqi, I’ve been chasing you since middle school. Please say yes—I really like you!”

“Say yes! Say yes!” The lackeys he’d brought along immediately egged him on.

The onlookers whispered among themselves.

“Do you think Jiang Yangrong will succeed this time?”

“If I were the campus queen, I’d agree—Jiang Yangrong is a rich second-generation, after all!”

“No way, the campus queen isn’t that shallow!”

Chu Fei scoffed inwardly.

A public confession—only fools would do such a thing. How was this any different from moral coercion, forcing someone to accept? In the end, both sides would lose face.

—What level is this? He actually dares to covet what’s mine!

Sure enough, Jiang Yunqi sounded irritated as she said, “Jiang Yangrong, can you get up first? I don’t want to be in a relationship right now. And stop calling me Qiqi!”

Her meaning couldn’t have been clearer.

But Jiang Yangrong was relentless: “If you don’t say yes, I won’t get up!”

Chu Fei covered his face—was this guy insane? Even when I was simping, I wasn’t this ridiculous!

Jiang Yunqi, exasperated, said, “You’re so annoying! I really don’t want a relationship right now. Can’t you stop making things difficult for me?”

Jiang Yangrong, thinking she was testing his resolve, replied with what he thought was deep affection, “In middle school, you said you didn’t want to date early. In high school, you said you didn’t want it to affect your studies. So I’ve been waiting until you got to college. I’m telling you all this so you’ll understand—no matter how long I have to wait, I’m willing. Even if you reject me now, it doesn’t matter!”

At these words, a portion of the girls praised Jiang Yangrong’s devotion.

Some girls liked men who treated them well unconditionally, calling it a test.

Of course, that was just the thinking of a selfish few; most girls were sensible enough to know that if you don’t like someone, it’s best to say so early—for everyone’s sake.

Chu Fei curled his lip.

What a hopeless simp.

Jiang Yunqi, now angry, snapped, “If you don’t get up, I’ll get mad!”

Only then did Jiang Yangrong scramble to his feet, apologizing, “Qiqi, don’t be angry—this is all my fault. I shouldn’t have confessed. I should be silently protecting you. Loving someone means treating her well without conditions!”

These words earned him a few more approving nods from some girls.

It was as if, in their minds, this was how men should act.

But in truth, this attitude only led to ruin—encouraging simps only brought hurt to everyone, as shown by Jiang Yunqi’s current predicament.

Chu Fei could hold back no longer. Feeling itchy all over, he called out,

“Hey, buddy, ever heard that nice guys finish after the dog?”

The moment he spoke, all eyes turned to Chu Fei.

Especially Jiang Yunqi and Jiang Yangrong—the former with a trace of confusion, the latter with evident displeasure.

Already humiliated by his failed confession, Jiang Yangrong directed all his anger at Chu Fei.

“What’s it to you, country bumpkin? Do you know anything about love? If you don’t shut up, I’ll kill you!”

Today, Chu Fei wore a light blue long robe, his hair tied in a small braid.

Though his outfit wasn’t ugly—in fact, he looked quite dashing—nobody dressed like that these days.

And combined with his biting remark, Jiang Yangrong couldn’t help but unleash his fury, even thinking of having his lackeys teach Chu Fei a lesson.

“Country bumpkin, am I?” Chu Fei stepped forward and slapped Jiang Yangrong.

“Do you understand what it means to be a trendsetter?”

Clutching his cheek, Jiang Yangrong shouted, “What’s your problem? Why the hell did you hit me?”

“Problem?” Chu Fei sneered, “If you reason with love, love will give you a slap. I slapped you on love’s behalf—you’re welcome.”

What kind of person was this? Hitting someone and still acting so cocky.

Jiang Yangrong, fuming, shouted, “Do you know who my father is? How dare you hit me!”

“Let’s use the process of elimination—it’s not me,” Chu Fei replied with a mischievous smile.

“You’re asking for it! Get him, boys!” At Jiang Yangrong’s command, his cronies prepared to swarm Chu Fei.

But Jiang Yunqi had had enough embarrassment for one day.

“If you’re going to fight, take it outside. Don’t do it in front of me!” she shouted.

Hearing their goddess speak, Jiang Yangrong quickly ordered his minions to stand down and hurried over to apologize, “Qiqi, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so rough like him.”

As he spoke, Jiang Yangrong shot a venomous glare at Chu Fei, clearly signaling, “Just you wait.”

Chu Fei remained unbothered.

He even felt he was less beating Jiang Yangrong than enlightening him, like a living Buddha.

As for Jiang Yangrong’s threats, he paid them no mind at all.

Then, under the gaze of the crowd, Chu Fei walked up to Jiang Yunqi and asked pointedly, “You didn’t date in middle school, high school, or college—are you waiting until your next life?”

The campus queen’s heart skipped a beat—Damn, he’s here for me!