This is the Love Letter you wrote to me, isn't it?

Lunch break.

Taking advantage of Xu Muyan's absence, Wang Haoran walked up to Wen Jing.

"Xu Muyan was called away by the teacher to grade homework," Wen Jing volunteered.

Every time Wang Haoran came over, it was for Xu Muyan—she was used to it by now.

"I came to see you," Wang Haoran said with a smile, his Peach Blossom Eyes fixed intently on Wen Jing.

Wen Jing's face instantly flushed red:

"What do you want with me?"

"Did you write this?" Wang Haoran produced the unsigned Love Letter he'd been hiding behind his back and showed it to Wen Jing.

Wen Jing was startled and quickly denied it: "That's not my love letter. It's not mine."

"Is that so? But the handwriting on this letter matches yours perfectly, doesn't it?" Wang Haoran pulled a sticky note from Wen Jing's desk to compare.

The handwriting—you could tell at a glance it was from the same person.

Wen Jing knew she couldn't hide it anymore.

"If I caused you any trouble, I apologize. I won't do it again. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Her tone and demeanor were utterly humble.

That's how secret crushes are.

The more you like someone, the lower you bow.

From Wang Haoran's usual attitude, she knew he wasn't interested in her.

Whatever little interaction they had was only because she and Xu Muyan were desk mates.

That love letter was just her unable to suppress her feelings, wanting to let them out.

She hadn't even signed her name.

From start to finish, Wen Jing hadn't harbored a single shred of hope.

"Your writing's not bad," Wang Haoran offered a casual compliment, then leaned close to Wen Jing's ear and said softly:

"After Evening Self-Study, I'll wait for you at the School Gate. But keep it quiet."

Wen Jing had her head lowered, already braced for cold stares or even ridicule.

But hearing those gentle words by her ear, she froze completely.

"After self-study, he's waiting for me? What does that mean? Does it mean that?"

Wen Jing couldn't believe it, thinking she must be dreaming—until she pinched her thigh.

The pain from her thigh answered her clearly.

This wasn't a dream.

Throughout the afternoon and Evening Self-Study classes, Wen Jing was lost in an unshakable joy.

Xu Muyan noticed her desk mate kept smiling to herself for no reason and asked curiously.

But Wen Jing naturally couldn't tell the truth.

Though she and Xu Muyan were good friends, her secret crush on Wang Haoran was buried deep in her heart.

Besides, Wang Haoran had said not to say anything.

Wen Jing was even less likely to speak up.

After what felt like an eternity of anticipation, the bell for the last Evening Self-Study class finally rang.

Wen Jing didn't leave immediately. She pretended to organize her textbooks, waiting until most people had gone before pushing her bike out.

At the School Gate.

A Cullinan waited under the streetlight.

Wen Jing knew it was the car that came to pick up Wang Haoran.

Having crushed on him for so long, she secretly noted everything related to him.

She'd looked up the price of that Cullinan online—it was around seven or eight million.

Wang Haoran's family was really rich.

As for her, her family didn't even own a car worth a hundred thousand.

The gap between her and Wang Haoran was like that between a common girl and a noble prince.

The difference was enormous.

Wen Jing lowered her head, feeling deeply inferior.

Inside the Cullinan, Wang Haoran spotted Wen Jing's figure.

He walked over.

"Leave your bike at school. I'll take you somewhere."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll know when we get there."

Wang Haoran led Wen Jing into the car.

The Cullinan pulled up in front of a Five-Star Hotel.

Wang Haoran got out with Wen Jing and told the driver to head back.

"What are we doing here?" Wen Jing blushed, nervous and a little scared.

"Doing homework together." Wang Haoran winked at Wen Jing.

"Ah? Okay." Wen Jing nodded naively.

Then, the two walked into the hotel.

Wang Haoran had booked a room earlier that day. After grabbing the key card from the front desk, he headed straight to the room with Wen Jing.

The room was a Presidential Suite, lavishly furnished.

Of course, it wasn't cheap either.

One night cost eighteen thousand.

Once inside, Wen Jing was extremely tense and awkward, so she pulled out her homework and was about to start writing at the table.

Wang Haoran snatched her homework away and tossed it aside.

Booking a room this nice just to do homework? Don't be ridiculous.

No way.

"You really like me, don't you?" Wang Haoran asked.

"Mm." Wen Jing nodded shyly.

"How much do you like me?" Wang Haoran stared at Wen Jing with his irresistible Peach Blossom Eyes.

"I wrote it all in the Love Letter I gave you." Wen Jing looked at her toes, face bright red.

"As long as I can be your girlfriend, you'd do anything for me, right? That's the gist of it?" Wang Haoran summed up the core of the Love Letter.

Wen Jing nodded.

Wang Haoran felt the time was right, so he tested the waters: "I'll be straight with you—I'm not a good guy. I don't plan on having just one girlfriend at a time. Even so, would you still like me?"

Wen Jing was taken aback, frozen for about five seconds, then nodded firmly and said, "Yes."

Wang Haoran figured he had a rough grasp of Wen Jing's tolerance, or rather, the depth of her crush on him.

Put nicely, it was pathetic.

Put bluntly, she was a simp.

But that suited Wang Haoran just fine.

"There are too many girls who like me, and plenty of pretty ones. I've got too many choices, and you have no edge.

But if you want to be my girlfriend, I can make that happen.

However, I have some rules.

Break any one of them, and we're done."

Wang Haoran finished and waited for Wen Jing's reply.

"Go ahead."

This was something Wen Jing had dreamed of countless times—of course she'd seize the chance.

"First, our relationship stays private.

Second, I can have other girlfriends besides you, but you have to be devoted and loyal to me.

Third, when I'm pursuing other girls, you can't interfere. When necessary, I might even need your help.

Fourth, only I can dump you; you can't dump me.

Fifth, I haven't thought of it yet—I'll add it later."

After Wang Haoran said this, Wen Jing was stunned, even a little angry.

These demands were truly outrageous! The guy she'd liked for so long.

Turned out to be the scum of scum. Wang Haoran continued:

"Of course, whenever I have time, I'll try to go on dates with you. I'll give you gifts on holidays and birthdays, and give you a regular allowance. Don't ask how much—you'll be satisfied, trust me.

Also, your grades are decent, but you're still a bit short for a top university. I can help with that—I'll make sure you get into the school of your dreams.

And as long as you don't break my rules, even if I dump you out of boredom, I'll still set you up with a job paying at least fifty thousand a month after you graduate."

"I'm done. If you don't want this, the door's right there—help yourself. If you do, then stay."

Wen Jing hesitated for a few seconds, then walked toward the door.

But instead of leaving, she locked it.

She then called home, saying she was staying at a female classmate's place and wouldn't be back tonight.

If this were a normal romance, Wen Jing knew the two of them could never be together.

Because the gap between them was far too vast.

Yet being with the boy before her had always been her dream.

That dream could now become reality.

So what if she had to humble herself a little?

Besides, he had promised her so many benefits.

Why not agree? Even if it couldn't last, at least it would give her a beautiful memory to cherish for a lifetime.

That way, her youth would hold no regrets.

Seeing Wen Jing's choice, Wang Haoran smiled.

To sabotage the bond between Chu Bai and Chen Zishi, Wen Jing was far too crucial a pawn.

Wang Haoran had to grip this pawn tightly in his hand and ensure she would never betray him.

Her heart alone wasn't enough.

Was he a bad person?

Of course he was.

But that was merely the basic quality of a villain.

After all, villains who stop at nothing to deal with the protagonist always end up in miserable ruin.

If Wang Haoran played the saint and used normal methods, how could he ever contend with the protagonist?

He might as well just wait to die!