A pair of expressive, affectionate fox-like eyes, deep and mesmerizing, with a special heart-shaped tear mole beneath the left eye; soft, rosy lips; a delicate nose; cheeks free of makeup yet fair and glowing, radiating a faint scent of white camellia...
These were the sentences Liu Muye had written when first describing Han Juyou's appearance in his novel. Now, seeing her in the flesh, Liu Muye was completely stunned.
The mere instant he locked eyes with those eyes, it felt as though his soul had been sucked away by her.
Only at this moment did Liu Muye realize that a young woman's allure and sensuality cannot simply be captured by plain words.
Only those who had seen her with their own eyes could understand Han Juyou's innate charm, radiating from the inside out. It was not a breathtaking beauty of mere features, but an ultimate, unforgettable beauty that branded itself deep into one's mind after a single glance.
That beauty was like a fox spirit stepping out of the ancient tales of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, capable of bewitching all living beings—carrying a mysterious, alluring, and soul-captivating unique charm. The mere intersection of their gazes seemed to possess an invisible magic that firmly grasped a person's spirit, plunging them so deeply into a trance that they could not extricate themselves.
So, beauty really is a feeling.
A thought suddenly popped into Liu Muye's mind: "No wonder in the book, whenever Han Juyou sabotages the relationship between the male and female leads, that idiot male lead always believes this woman's bullshit. If I were this male lead, I'd probably be fooled by this bad woman too, wouldn't I?"
Seeing the somewhat infatuated look on Liu Muye's face, Han Juyou could not help frowning, her gentle voice sounding once again: "We shouldn't have met before, right? How do you know my name?"
"Uh..." Liu Muye snapped back to reality instantly. After pondering for a few seconds, he came up with a clumsy excuse: "I'm the senior student responsible for welcoming freshmen. I saw your profile in the freshman records yesterday. You look very unique, so I remembered you at a glance."
"Freshman records?" Han Juyou's slender, beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. She looked Liu Muye up and down and immediately pierced through his lie: "I'm a work-study student. There shouldn't be a photo of me in the school's archive records, right? Besides, even if there were a photo in the files, there are over three thousand new students at Silia Academy this year. How is it that the senior happened to remember my appearance and name? Could it be... that the senior has ulterior motives toward me?"
"Tsk..."
Hearing Han Juyou's words, Liu Muye clicked his tongue inwardly.
He should have remembered sooner: this vicious female supporting character he had written possessed extremely high emotional and intellectual intelligence, far from being a naive, sweet lotus flower. How could she possibly be fooled by his clumsy excuse?
Liu Muye had no intention of continuing to entangle himself with her on this matter; where reasoning failed, stubborn persistence would have to take over.
He hastily steered the conversation away: "Never mind how I know your name. You just tripped me over—you need to give me an explanation for that first."
Han Juyou frowned and said, "I've already apologized just now. Do you need to go to the infirmary for a check-up?"
Liu Muye shook his head and replied, "No, I'm not going to the infirmary, but you have to promise me one thing."
"What is it?" Hearing Liu Muye's words, Han Juyou grew vigilant and took an unnoticeable step back.
From the moment this strange man called out her name and then kept staring intently at her face, Han Juyou had sensed something bizarre about him.
Such circumstances forced her to suspect that the other party was a perverted stalker.
Staring straight into her eyes, Liu Muye said word by word: "You are not allowed to approach Nangong Ye, and you are not allowed to harm Shangguan Yurou. If you encounter any difficulties at school, you can come to me. I will help you. Remember my name: my name is Liu Muye."
"Nangong Ye? Shangguan Yurou?" Looking at the other person's earnest and serious gaze, Han Juyou furrowed her brows in utter bewilderment. "What on earth are you babbling about? I don't know either of the two people you're talking about at all."
"It's fine. Just keep what I said in mind," Liu Muye smiled at Han Juyou. "Remember, my name is Liu Muye. If you drop my name at Silia Academy, no one will bully you."
"You... you really are inexplicable."
Hearing Liu Muye's nonsense, Han Juyou felt he was acting like a lunatic. Dragging her luggage, she fled as if running for her life.
Watching Han Juyou's retreating figure, Liu Muye could not help sighing with emotion: "She doesn't know the male and female leads, which means the vicious female supporting character hasn't turned dark yet. Everything is still in time... Wait, didn't I come here to be a young master of a wealthy family? Why am I suddenly thinking about saving the vicious female supporting character? No, no, being my wealthy young master is much more important!"
At the magnificent and grand school gate, the slender young figure hurried away dragging her luggage. Her silhouette gradually receded in the sunlight, leaving behind a pitiful yet striking figure in front of the wide school gate—a silhouette that seemed to contain endless stories and complex emotions.
And the story officially opened from this very moment...
"Boom—"
A flamboyant red Ferrari LaFerrari rushed wildly into Silia Business School like a fierce beast, speeding all the way to the freshman registration desk.
The car came to a dead stop in the middle of the road, and the domineering butterfly doors slowly opened. A handsome, long-legged tall guy standing one meter eighty-eight leisurely stepped out of the car.
Nangong Ye, the sole legitimate heir to the Nangong Family, a top aristocratic family in Shangjing City, and the domineering CEO from the future novel. Tall with long legs, possessing an eight-pack abs, and a face more handsome than Edison Chen and Daniel Wu, he was a universal heartthrob male lead whose mere glance could captivate thousands of young women.
[Of course, no matter how handsome he is, he certainly can't be more handsome than the honorable readers reading this book, right?]
"Ahhhhhh~!"
"Nangong Ye, it's Nangong Ye! Oh my god, I actually get to see him in person."
"The living Nangong Ye?"
"So handsome, he's killing me with his looks!"
"No way, Young Master Ye is too handsome. I'm about to faint from infatuation."
"I can't breathe, help~"
Just as Liu Muye had set it up in his book, wherever Nangong Ye went, there would always be a batch of infatuated girls going crazy for him, fanatically swooning over him.
Nangong Ye spoke indifferently: "Nois—"
"Noisome!"
Before his words could even leave his mouth, the guy standing right in front of him snatched the words he wanted to say and blurted them out first.
Nangong Ye frowned and continued: "Merely a..."
"Merely registering for freshman orientation, and it actually requires this young master to show up in person!"
"?"
Once again, the guy standing in front of him snatched the words he wanted to say.
Nangong Ye frowned and spoke once more: "What kind of damn..."
"What kind of damn school is this, that still requires this young master to attend in person?"
"I..."
"Do I, dignified Young Master Number One of Shangjing, actually need to rely on some pathetic diploma from Silia Academy to prove myself?"
"If—"
"If it weren't for that old fogey in my family forcing me to come, I would have gone back to inherit my company long ago."
Enough!
Nangong Ye felt as though he had lived under the shadow of the guy in front of him today. Those were clearly supposed to be his lines—how had they inexplicably been stolen by some nobody?
Finally, Nangong Ye grew somewhat impatient, the corners of his mouth twitching with a hint of suppressed anger.
Nangong Ye was about to speak, but the guy standing in front of him suddenly turned around...
"Hello, Nangong Ye!"