Ruining Good Deeds

He stated his position frankly and openly, his eyes bright and clear.

With his privileged family background and somewhat handsome and refreshing appearance, his words and actions at this moment naturally do not evoke any dislike; on the contrary, they add to his charm.

If it were another girl, she would probably be overwhelmed with affection.

Meng Baihan certainly didn't feel any ill will towards the boy in front of her, but... how to put it, everything seemed calm and uneventful. There was no ill will, but there was also no intense feeling of attraction.

Very calm, very calm.

"Thank you," she said politely.

"So, what does Teacher Meng think of me?" Wang Lei stared intently at Meng Baihan, confidently and boldly asking the question that concerned him most.

This is a question that not just anyone can ask.

Some people die the moment you ask them a question.

Some people ask, "It's just adding icing on the cake."

He felt he belonged to the latter group.

"You?" Meng Baihan was surprised by the other person's directness. "You're not bad, you're quite good."

Her answer was generic and indiscriminate.

"It seems I still have a lot of room to maneuver." Wang Lei smiled, not taking it seriously. "By the way, I heard your brother owns a renovation company. You can give me his WeChat contact information later, and I'll introduce him to business."

He casually mentioned that many of his colleagues, friends, and relatives needed home renovations.

But as Meng Baihan listened, he suddenly became distracted.

Because she suddenly saw an unexpected person.

How could that be?

Meng Baihan muttered to himself, thinking he had misread it.

Not far away, a group of hotel staff members were escorting a figure who was imposing and stood out in the crowd.

It was Zhang Yang.

"Teacher Meng? Teacher Meng?" Wang Lei seemed to notice Meng Baihan's distraction and called out twice.

"Huh?" Meng Baihan came back to his senses.

"There's someone you know over there?" Wang Lei followed Meng Baihan's gaze and immediately spotted a strikingly handsome figure standing out from the crowd.

"That's...that's my classmate," Meng Baihan said, gazing at the figure from afar.

"Classmate? High school or college?" Although Wang Lei was still smiling, there was a hint of unease in his eyes. "Your classmate seems to have quite a entourage. Everyone in the hotel is fawning over him. Does he work here?"

"Of course not," Meng Baihan said softly. "He's my high school classmate."

"Not here?" Wang Lei frowned slightly. "Could he be some kind of big client?"

Just then, the group of people in the distance walked towards them.

Everywhere you look, the staff and manager of the buffet restaurant stand up to greet you, and greetings fill the air.

Wang Lei's brows furrowed even more deeply.

As the crowd approached, Meng Baihan suddenly stood up.

"Zhang Yang, what a coincidence!"

"Huh? Teacher Meng?" Zhang Yang looked at Meng Baihan and the boy sitting opposite him with some surprise, and immediately understood.

This must be the blind date Meng Baihan mentioned last night.

"Are you here to eat too?" Meng Baihan stared at Zhang Yang, then looked curiously at the group of hotel staff next to Zhang Yang.

These people didn't look like ordinary hotel staff; they seemed more like managers.

"Yeah, grab a bite while you're at it." Zhang Yang nodded with a smile, then glanced at the boy opposite Meng Baihan. "By the way, you guys take your time eating, I won't bother you any longer."

Only when he got close could Wang Lei truly feel the overwhelming aura emanating from him.

The person in front of me is truly dazzling and radiant.

So dazzling that it makes one feel inferior.

As he glanced at the departing figure and then at Teacher Meng, whose attention was entirely focused on the person in front of him, a feeling of jealousy and nervousness welled up inside him for no apparent reason.

"Teacher Meng, have you and this student of yours kept in touch?" He forced a smile.

"Yes," Meng Baihan replied absentmindedly.

I feel relieved, but I also feel lost.

When they met again, they exchanged a few perfunctory greetings, acting like the most familiar strangers.

It turns out that remaining good friends was just wishful thinking.

"Have you maintained contact?" Wang Lei remained silent.

My once incredibly confident mind began to lose its composure.

As a boy, he knew all too well how destructive a boy like that could be. Even if Teacher Meng told him later that the two were just ordinary classmates, he wouldn't believe a word of it.

"What are you thinking? We're just ordinary classmates," Meng Baihan suddenly said.

Wang Lei's expression froze, and he even started to stammer.

"I... didn't mean anything else."

Meng Baihan looked at the boy who had been so confident just moments before, but now acted like this, and shook her head slightly in her heart.

Indeed, with such a gem before us, even the humblest stones seem insignificant.

For a moment, she felt somewhat disheartened.

The rest of the meal was eaten in silence, as if both were preoccupied with their own thoughts.

I don't know how much time passed...

"Want some more?" She politely glanced at Wang Lei's plate across from her.

"Are you full?" Wang Lei was taken aback, then quickly replied, "I'm full too. How about we find somewhere to walk around some more later?"

"No, I have something to do." Meng Baihan shook his head gently. "Oh, by the way, thank you, I'll transfer the money to you."

"Ah? How can that be?" Wang Lei quickly waved his hands and shook his head.

"Why not? It's our first meeting, why should the guy have to pay?" Meng Baihan smiled. "Take it, I'm not used to owing people."

Wang Lei glanced at the transferred money but didn't count it.

"Well... since you have something else to do, Teacher Meng, let's make another appointment next time. Oh, and I'll give you a ride later."

"No, I can manage on my own. I don't want to take up your time," Meng Baihan politely declined.

"No delay, no delay, really no delay," Wang Lei waved his hands repeatedly.

A moment later, the two went downstairs and arrived at the hotel lobby.

"Um... Teacher Meng, please wait a moment, I'll go get the car." Without waiting for a reply, Wang Lei left those words and jogged off to get the car.

"No... really, it's not necessary..." Meng Baihan looked at Wang Lei's back and gently shook his head.

To be honest, her feelings for Wang Lei have changed from initially being quite good to now being indifferent. But on the other hand, what if she chose someone else? Would it make any difference, or would it be any better?

She suddenly remembered a sentence.

[If that person isn't you, then it can be anyone.]

"Yes, it doesn't matter who it is." Meng Baihan glanced at Wang Lei, who was busy driving over in the distance, shook his head and smiled, and decided to walk over anyway.

I'd only taken a couple of steps.

A familiar black Cullinan suddenly stopped beside me.

The car window rolled down, and there it was again—that handsome, dashing face, now smiling slightly at her.

"Waiting for a ride? Want a car?"

Not far away, Wang Lei arrived late in his BYD electric car and stopped next to Meng Baihan.

He got out of the car and was just about to open the passenger door for him.

"Teacher Meng, come over here..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

Because he saw the black Cullinan next to him, and he also saw the owner of the Cullinan.

The car owner was none other than the person we had just met at the hotel.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat; he was caught completely off guard.

Of course he could afford a better car; he only drives this tram for commuting, to look presentable and for practicality. But even the best car is nothing compared to this Cullinan.

For a moment, he stood there, frozen in place.

"You... got a ride, right?" Zhang Yang smiled and rolled up the car window.

They're having a legitimate blind date, so there's no need for me to get involved.

Standing still, Meng Baihan looked at the slowly rising window of the Cullinan, then at Wang Lei, who was watching him expectantly from the side.

"Teacher Meng, look..." Wang Lei rubbed his hands, his expression somewhat strained and awkward.

Meng Baihan bit her lip and suddenly took a deep breath.

"Sorry."

She apologized solemnly, but felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart. Then, she mustered all her courage and walked toward Cullinan.

Wang Lei stood there, his face paling, his fists clenching and unclenching, a sense of powerlessness finally welling up inside him.

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"Huh?" Zhang Yang was just about to drive away.

As soon as the passenger door opened, Teacher Meng got in.

"What? Is that strange?" Meng Baihan looked at Zhang Yang with a smile. "Weren't you going to take me home?"

"You... you're just going to leave him standing there like that?" Zhang Yang looked at the boy who was still standing blankly outside the car, and immediately shook his head and chuckled, feeling that it was a bit inappropriate.

Did I unintentionally ruin someone's good thing?

"You can't force feelings," Meng Baihan said with a smile, but her tone suddenly became serious. "However, Zhang Yang, you have to take responsibility."

"What responsibility do I have?" Zhang Yang felt bewildered.

"Because of you, I've staked my entire reputation on this," Meng Baihan said frankly. "Think about it, when people go back, they'll definitely tell the truth, saying I'm materialistic, saying I slept with your handsome Zhang's Cullinan. Over time, my reputation will be ruined."

The logic seemed sound, but Zhang Yang felt somewhat innocent.

What did he do?

"Is it my fault?" Zhang Yang blinked, as if he wanted to say something more.

"I don't blame you, right?" Meng Baihan stared at Zhang Yang for a while, then suddenly mustered up great courage and lightly pecked him on the cheek.

"No... you?" Zhang Yang's eyes widened, and before he knew it, a fleeting warmth crossed his cheek.

It was so fast that it seemed like an illusion.

He looked at Meng Baihan, only to see that Teacher Meng was deliberately looking out the car window, her fair chin and profile flushed.

He was surprised, yet not entirely surprised.

Because of the system, he gained an omniscient perspective early on and learned about Meng Baihan's feelings for him.

Actually, what he wanted to say last night was... never mind, never mind, it's better not to say it.

The car was moving along the road, and the interior was completely quiet.

As Zhang Yang was parking, he glanced at the silent Teacher Meng and, as if possessed, reached out and touched her.

Of course, I didn't touch randomly; I just touched his hands.

Meng Baihan turned his head suddenly, his face full of disbelief, then his expression changed to one of mixed joy and anger.

"Who gave you permission to touch me like that?"

"Who told you to kiss me like that?" Zhang Yang smiled, glanced at the villa area they were approaching, and simply parked the car on the side of the road. Then he pulled Meng Baihan into his arms.

In his arms, Meng Baihan closed his eyes slightly, his eyelashes trembling wildly, clearly indicating that he was not at peace.

Zhang Yang stared at the face, and for a moment, it seemed to overlap with the face he had seen in high school.

At that time, he could only observe from afar.

To say something that sounds unbelievable now, and even makes him laugh, back then, the way this person smiled and gestured was something he, a nobody in the class, longed for immensely.

But now, everything has changed, and that person lies obediently in his arms, waiting...

Zhang Yang's current mood is neither entirely calm nor entirely turbulent, as is human nature.

He is no longer the person he used to be.

"Um... you..." Seemingly disappointed, Meng Baihan couldn't help but open his eyes. "Zhang Yang..."

She offered a soft reminder.

"How about... we call it quits? We can still be good classmates and good friends?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"No way." Meng Baihan said softly, then reached out and hooked her arm around Zhang Yang's neck, before leaning in close.

In the blink of an eye, the sweet aroma was right next to them.

Since things had already come to this, Zhang Yang naturally had no reason to hesitate and kissed her.

I don't know how much time passed.

Meng Baihan, her breathing slightly rapid, leaned against Zhang Yang's chest, her cheeks flushed.

"You're still touching me."

Zhang Yang withdrew his exploring hand and watched Meng Baihan gently straighten his clothes.

"Oh, right."

Meng Baihan suddenly thought of something, raised his smartwatch, and gently operated it a few times.

Then show it to Zhang Yang.

"Look, my heart just jumped!"

Zhang Yang did indeed see Meng Baihan's heart rate rise sharply from a steady level.

"I want to see yours." She suddenly stared intently at Zhang Yang.

"What do you think?" Zhang Yang glanced at his Patek Philippe with amusement. "Does my heart rate matter?"

"Of course it's important." Meng Baihan said, then gently leaned against Zhang Yang's chest and listened intently.

Zhang Yang let her be, letting her lie down and count her heartbeats.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Baihan raised his head, feeling quite discouraged and shocked.

"What's wrong? Did you count them?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"Your heart rate isn't even fast, and... and it's only forty?" Meng Baihan said incredulously.

"That's normal, good cardiopulmonary function." Although Zhang Yang had never counted his heartbeats, he wasn't surprised at all when he heard this number.

With his current strength, explosiveness, and the contraction and relaxation of his heart, he is far superior to ordinary people. To put it bluntly, one pump of blood is equivalent to two pumps or even more for others.

Naturally, the heart doesn't need to beat as many times.

"Okay." Meng Baihan was still skeptical. "But... didn't the internet say that during a kiss, a person's heart rate increases, sometimes by a hundred or more beats per minute, but your heartbeat is still so steady..."

As she spoke, she became somewhat frustrated.

"Unless you have absolutely no feelings for me."

"Nonsense. A man's feelings aren't just determined by his heartbeat," Zhang Yang said with a smile, gesturing for Meng Baihan to lean closer.

Meng Baihan obediently leaned closer to listen, Zhang Yang whispered something in her ear.

In an instant, Meng Baihan's face turned bright red.

"Do I need to prove anything?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"I don't want to."