The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

The kiss carried a predatory undertone, unlike the fleeting touch on the forehead; it was a true, aggressive conquest.

His lips were warm and dry, with a hint of coffee bitterness, as he pried open her teeth and began to conquer her.

Shen Ci's eyes widened, her pupils reflecting his face so close to hers, as black as ink, unfathomable.

"Ugh—"

She struggled desperately until he finally let go, and she was able to break free.

Shen Ci was panting, his warmth still lingering on her lips, her eyes filled with a hint of panic, but even more so with undisguised anger.

She flung open the car door, jumped out as if fleeing, and slammed the door shut.

With a "bang".

Standing outside the car, Shen Ci's chest heaved violently. She instinctively turned her head and looked towards the tightly closed car window—

The dark glass acted like a mirror, reflecting her disheveled figure but revealing nothing of what was inside the car.

She suddenly froze.

You can't see inside from the outside.

So her father couldn't see her in the car at all.

Jiang Duo couldn't possibly be unaware of these things.

But he actually...

This is absolutely outrageous!

Shen Ci clenched her fist tightly, her nails digging into her palm, causing a sharp pain.

She suddenly felt that this man was absolutely wicked!

She stood there, her expression furious, but she didn't dare go in and argue with him, afraid that he would do something even worse than before.

As she turned to leave, Shen Ci bit her lip, her eyes slightly red with anger.

Inside the car, Jiang Duo didn't rush to start the engine.

He rested one hand on the steering wheel, his gaze lingering through the car window as he watched her angry yet helpless figure flee.

After a long while, he leaned back against the soft backrest.

He slowly raised that hand—the hand that had just touched her neck, still retaining the soft warmth of her skin.

Then, he covered his eyes with his palms.

With knuckles pressed against the brow bone and palms covering the eyelids, the brightness was completely shut out.

The light was blocked.

Those obscure emotions became clearer, burning and settling silently deep within their eyes, like an inextinguishable dark fire beneath a deep pool.

.........

on Monday

From early morning, the once quiet corners of Puhua University's campus were quickly "divided up" by all sorts of clubs.

As soon as the lunch bell rang, Shen Ci poured out of the teaching building with the bustling crowd, and the originally spacious main road instantly became extremely crowded.

The roadside was already occupied by recruitment booths from various student organizations. Bright banners fluttered in the breeze, upbeat pop music played from speakers, and enthusiastic shouts from upperclassmen rose and fell.

Shen Ci had to carefully weave through the crowd and stalls, constantly hearing invitations like, "Hey classmate, check out our street dance club!" and "Junior, our photography club is recruiting, free photoshoots available!"

The teaching building is only a few minutes' walk from the cafeteria, but Shen Ci was stopped countless times.

When she finally pushed open the dormitory door, she had already gathered a thick stack of colorful papers in her hand.

Shen Ci spread the flyers out on the desk and glanced through them: the Hanfu club's Xuan paper folding fans, the Frisbee club's fluorescent green flyers, the Street Dance club's bright pink recruitment forms, the Robotics Association's glossy paper color printouts...

A dazzling array of styles, each vying for attention.

My phone vibrated.

She picked it up and saw a WeChat message pop up on the screen.

Jiang Duo: "No news all day yesterday, are you still angry?"

Upon seeing this sentence, Shen Ci couldn't help but recall the passionate and domineering kiss in the car.

The burning sensation seemed to linger on her lips, and her cheeks burned uncontrollably.

She is not a person of this era.

Although she was called his "girlfriend," she was always secretly plotting how to find an opportunity to leave.

In her eyes, Jiang Duo's forceful kiss that day, which came without any explanation, was no different from that of a lecherous man who used to run rampant.

She took a deep breath and threw the question back at her:

What do you think?

The screen immediately displays "The other party is typing..."

"Why are you angry? We're boyfriend and girlfriend, isn't kissing normal behavior?"

Shen Ci pursed her lips and typed a reply:

"We haven't been dating for very long, and I'm not used to it yet. I hope you'll get my consent first in the future."

The other end replied almost instantly, and a blunt and chilling sentence popped up on the screen:

"If you agree, can I kiss you?"

Shen Ci was speechless for a moment, his finger hovering above the screen.

All she wanted to say was, "Never."

But for some reason, the image of Jiang Duo looking down at people inexplicably appeared in her mind.

Those eyes are usually like a deep pool, so deep that you can't tell their emotions, but once they focus on someone, they carry an innate sense of oppression, as if they were born to be obeyed.

Even through the screen, that aura could still penetrate, sending chills down one's spine.

In the end, she had no choice but to back down:

"Yes, it requires my consent."

After sending that message, she silently added in her mind: Anyway, I will never agree to it in the future.

Putting down her phone, Shen Ci resumed browsing the club promotional flyers.

Puhua University has indeed put a lot of effort into building student clubs to enrich students' campus life in all aspects.

She picked up a few flyers at random and noticed that each one prominently featured not only silhouettes of the club's exciting activities but also thoughtfully highlighted the "hidden benefits" of joining the club—

Some clubs explicitly state that "comprehensive quality credits can be added at the end of the semester," while others indicate that "accumulated activity hours can be exchanged for social practice points."

These tangible advantages are undoubtedly very attractive to newly enrolled students.

Shen Ci picked up a pen and lightly circled the backs of several promising flyers...

Third-year male dormitory

Xie Shuheng leaned back in his chair, his long legs crossed and propped up on the edge of the table. He twirled a ballpoint pen in his hand and stared at his good friend who was staring intently at his phone screen not far away.

Although the Xie family cannot compare to the Jiang family, they are still a top-tier force in Beijing's social circles. The Xie and Jiang families have been on good terms for generations, and he and Jiang Duo are the same age, so their relationship has always been very close.

He knew Jiang Duo too well.

This man is naturally aloof and nothing can distract him, let alone stare blankly at a small phone screen like this.

This has never happened before.

Xie Shuheng narrowed his eyes, a question nagging at him:

Could it be that Brother Duo has really fallen in love?

He had met Shen Ci two months ago.

At that time, she was by Jiang Duo's side, her eyes were very affectionate.

Unexpectedly, they recently changed tactics and started playing hard to get.

What surprised him even more was that this clichéd trick actually worked on Jiang Duo.

Xie Shuheng snapped out of his daze and casually tossed the pen onto the table.

A playful smile appeared on his lips, but his eyes gradually turned cold.

Jiang Duo can have girlfriends and keep canaries, but he must never be led by the nose by a woman.

Being manipulated at will?

Xie Shuheng twitched the corners of his mouth, but there was no warmth in that smile.

He wouldn't agree to it first.

He doesn't believe that a person can be completely transformed.

There will always be a time when a disguise is exposed.

He just wanted to see how long she could keep up the act, and how long she could keep up this charade...