Tang Wulin's Secret Joy: Lin An's Beloved Isn't Gu Yue, Could It Be Me?

The crowd of onlookers fell silent for a moment.

Several boys sighed inwardly, thinking that the handsome man and beautiful woman standing together were truly a sight to behold.

The girls, however, were in an uproar, the air thick with jealousy.

"Sigh, Junior Lin An is still too kind."

One girl drew out her words, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"A rich second-generation kid like that should be ruthlessly humiliated and have our dignity trampled upon. Rejecting us so gently only makes it harder to let go."

"Exactly."

Another girl immediately chimed in, her voice shrill.

"Ouyang Zixin's family only has a little money; they can't even afford a multi-million soul ring. How is she supposed to support Junior Lin An?"

"How precious is a boy's youth? Is he supposed to suffer with her and even pay for her expenses?"

"The gap is so huge, she should stop overestimating her own strength."

Voices rose and fell, like a flock of sparrows chirping away.

The girls were blatantly sour.

They were terrified that Ouyang Zixin might actually succeed in winning Lin An over.

Every word struck precisely at the sore spots.

After all, only girls truly understood girls.

Gu Yue stood beside Lin An, her expression terrifyingly dark.

She crossed her arms over her chest, her purple eyes staring coldly at Ouyang Zixin, her teeth clenched tight as she sent a telepathic message.

Wife... hurry up and reject her ruthlessly!

Let these humans who overestimate themselves see what despair is!

She snorted inwardly.

What kind of status does she think she has, daring to pursue my wife?

But then, remembering that Lin An had only added Ouyang Zixin as a friend, Gu Yue felt a wave of stifling frustration.

When she had added him, she had forced it through sheer thick-skinned persistence.

And Ouyang Zixin...

She scrutinized the other girl carefully.

Her figure was more developed than her own, her curves already exquisite, and her face was more mature, carrying the charm of a girl just beginning to bloom.

Could it be that her wife liked them more mature?

Gu Yue looked down at her own still-youthful body and frowned with worry.

Lin An was equally speechless.

He reached out and pinched Gu Yue's cheek, his fingertips meeting a cool, smooth surface.

"Can you stop calling me that? Who is your wife?"

The frost on Gu Yue's face melted instantly.

Wife pinched her cheek!

Far from being angry, she beamed happily, her eyes curving into crescents.

She even felt that Lin An pinching her cheek was a sign of his love for her.

If he didn't love her, why would he touch her?

"Wife, you're just being tsundere, I get it, I get it."

She said with a grin, her voice filled with smugness.

Lin An glanced at her, too lazy to correct her again.

He turned to Ouyang Zixin, putting away his smile, his expression becoming polite yet distant.

"I'm sorry, Senior, but I already have someone I'm interested in."

"If I caused any misunderstandings, I apologize."

Heaven is my witness, he had only added Ouyang Zixin as a friend.

It was purely because he remembered she was the "white moonlight" that Tang Wulin couldn't have in the original story.

He wanted to see if he could use this white moonlight to straighten out Tang Wulin, who had already gone astray.

He was straight.

Straight as an arrow.

But every time he cultivated with Tang Wulin, that kid's gaze toward him felt wrong.

His face would turn as red as a boiled shrimp, making Lin An feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

He also knew that Tang Wulin was straight, yet this kid was dead set on believing he was female.

What could he do?

He couldn't exactly drop his pants to prove it to him.

"The person you admire... is it her?"

Ouyang Zixin pointed at Gu Yue, her voice thick with jealousy.

"What does she have that's better than me?"

Gu Yue immediately straightened her back, lifted her chin slightly, and curled her lips into a smug smile.

However, Lin An's reply was crisp and decisive.

"It's not her."

Gu Yue's smile froze on her face.

Not her.

Then who could it be?

"If it's not Gu Yue, could it be me?"

Tang Wulin felt a surge of secret joy, but he immediately suppressed the emotion, his face returning to its usual honest and simple expression.

Xie Xie simply pretended not to see anything.

He only felt that this relationship was too messy, so messy that he didn't want to get involved.

Gu Yue felt as if her heart had been stabbed hard.

No, that wasn't right.

He said he had someone he admired, and it wasn't her, so it could only be—

She whipped her head around, catching the fleeting smile at the corner of Tang Wulin's mouth just in time.

Boom.

A burst of fury exploded in Gu Yue's mind.

Tang! Wulin!

And here she thought this kid had thick eyebrows and big eyes, looking so honest.

She never expected him to dare to steal her home while she wasn't looking.

She stared daggers at Tang Wulin, icy killing intent churning in her purple eyes.

In a trance, she saw the shadow of another person behind that honest face.

Is this your scheme too? Tang San!

"I... I don't know anything..."

Tang Wulin was so frightened by the killing intent in Gu Yue's eyes that he took a step back, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Then who is it?"

Ouyang Zixin sobbed as she pressed for an answer, her voice filled with desperate stubbornness.

"Tell me, even if it's just to let me give up..."

Tang Wulin and Gu Yue immediately stopped their dispute, both holding their breath as they stared intently at Lin An.

The crowd in the hallway also fell into silence.

The air seemed to solidify.

Such a beautiful person, and he already belonged to someone else?

Countless hearts shattered in silence, the fragments falling all over the floor.

Lin An fell silent.

He couldn't exactly say that he liked himself, could he?

Facing this face of his every day, he had become immune to the vast majority of beauty in the world.

No matter how beautiful, could anyone be more beautiful than himself?

He had even thought that if this appearance belonged to someone else, he would sell everything he owned to pursue them.

Precisely because of this, he could actually understand Gu Yue's enthusiasm toward him to some extent.

A noble young lady with a delicate body, stunning looks, an elegant temperament, and a sense of frailty—who wouldn't want to push her down?

Understanding was one thing.

That didn't mean he wanted to be the one pushed down.

Ouyang Zixin's heart sank completely.

She bit her lip hard, tears rolling down uncontrollably, drop after drop, shattering into countless tiny water beads as they hit the floor tiles.

"Is it... a crime... to just like someone?"

Before the words had even faded, the air in the corridor suddenly stagnated.

An invisible pressure descended from above.

The crowd was parted by an unseen force, and everyone looked up in unison—

A figure was slowly descending from mid-air.

It was a woman dressed in a moon-white qipao.

Her pinkish-purple hair cascaded down to her waist, swaying slightly in the breeze.

The slit of her qipao revealed glimpses of slender legs as she stood barefoot in the void.

As her toes tapped against the air, they sent out ripples of invisible force.

Her features were near-perfect, her temperament noble and cold, carrying an innate sense of sanctity.

The crowd held their breath.

So beautiful.

So stunning.

The woman before them was undoubtedly one of the world's greatest beauties.

That noble, elegant, and inviolable aura made one feel that even a second glance would be a desecration.

Perhaps only Lin An could be a match for her.

Ouyang Zixin watched Shadow Brake walk toward her, her mind going blank, and she instinctively stepped aside.

Realizing what she had done, she felt a mix of shame and anger, opening her mouth to demand an explanation, but she was cut off by a single indifferent glance from the woman.

There was no emotion in those eyes, not even contempt.

There was only a thorough, absolute indifference.

Ouyang Zixin felt as if someone had seized her by the throat, and she could not utter a single word.