The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

Beijing was still scorching hot in September, with no sign of autumn coolness.

At the entrance of Puhua University, rows of neat, large red canopies were erected, with tables and chairs placed underneath. On the tables stood eye-catching signs that read "Puhua University XX Major Registration Office".

Shen Ci carried a backpack, and Shen Xiaoming carried her luggage; both of them looked somewhat lost.

The Shen family lived only about 20 minutes away from Puhua University by car. Shen Ci could go home every weekend, so she didn't have much luggage or clothes.

Among the crowd, Shen Ci's temperament and appearance stood out so much that she quickly attracted a large number of senior students who rushed to help her complete her enrollment procedures.

The dormitory is a four-person room with a private balcony and bathroom. Everyone sleeps on the top bunk, and the bottom bunk has its own desk and chair.

The three girls in the same dormitory had not arrived yet. After settling their luggage in the dormitory and doing a quick tidy-up, the father and daughter went to a French restaurant near the university for lunch.

The French restaurant near Puhua University was elegantly decorated, with plane trees shading the floor-to-ceiling windows. The father and daughter chose a window seat.

Shen Xiaoming was somewhat absent-minded, poking around in the plate with his fork, turning a piece of foie gras into something unrecognizable.

Shen Ci looked up at him: "Dad, is the food not to your liking?"

"No." Shen Xiaoming put down his fork, his brows furrowing slightly.

He recalled that at the freshman registration area, his daughter had only been standing there for a short while when several senior students surrounded her, all of them overly enthusiastic.

He, having been through it all, could clearly see the eagerness in those eyes.

He sighed and finally couldn't help but speak up: "Youyou, Dad isn't exactly a conservative person. If you go to university and have a boyfriend... Dad won't object."

He paused, his expression turning serious: "But you must keep your eyes open, okay? Stay away from those smooth-talking, unreliable people. You can't judge a book by its cover. You're still so young, don't get fooled..."

Shen Ci nodded obediently, cut a small piece of steak, and put it in her mouth.

Her soul belonged to a lady from ancient times, with the traditional virtues of obedience, chastity, and morality etched into her very bones. Naturally, she would never do the absurd things her father feared, such as "illicit relations without a matchmaker."

Seeing that his daughter wasn't as impatient as usual, Shen Xiaoming was still worried and started lecturing on the principles of recognizing and judging people.

In the past, his daughter would have frowned and brushed him off when she heard these things, but recently he could clearly feel that his daughter had changed. She had become much more obedient and docile, and her tolerance for his nagging had also increased.

Seeing how "obedient" his daughter was, he became increasingly demanding, wanting to impart all his meager dating experience to her during the meal.

At a four-person table separated by a table behind him, Su Cheng, a junior at Puhua University, held up his phone and examined his face from left to right with the front-facing camera.

Xie Shuheng, who was sitting opposite him, kicked his leg:

"There's a limit to narcissism. You've been admiring your own old face for over twenty minutes now, is there something wrong with you?"

Su Cheng glanced at him sideways, then looked at Jiang Duo, who was eating, and said in a mournful tone:

"You guys don't know, I went to help welcome the new students today and ran into an incredibly beautiful girl. I ran over to her, thinking I'd make the first move, but she completely ignored me and wouldn't add me on WeChat."

Xie Shuheng: "Oh, so you've finally had your day. I thought you were going to spend your whole life with your laptop."

Su Cheng placed the steak in front of him, cutting it angrily while muttering to himself:

"It's just that I hadn't met the right person before, and now that I've finally fallen for someone, sigh..."

"Alright, alright," Xie Shuheng comforted, "We're from the same school after all, we'll see each other again in the future. Who knows, she might really become your girlfriend someday."

The word "girlfriend" was like a needle, piercing Jiang Duo's eardrums unexpectedly.

His fingers holding the knife and fork paused slightly.

He suddenly remembered that his nominal girlfriend hadn't contacted him for almost half a month.

The last message in the WeChat chat was sent by her half a month ago, asking him which hot spring pool he was resting in at the hot spring resort, and then there was no further communication.

If it's a case of playing hard to get, then the indulgence is a bit too much.

Jiang Duo lowered his eyes, a cold smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

His girlfriend has been out of contact for half a month, as if she has vanished into thin air.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Su Cheng suddenly lowered his voice, his eyes shining brightly as he stared straight at the other end of the restaurant. "What a coincidence! What a coincidence!"

Xie Shuheng followed his gaze and saw a father and daughter sitting by the window. The father was talking incessantly, while the girl opposite him turned her face to the side. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling window and fell on her face, making her skin appear almost translucent white. She wasn't wearing any makeup, yet she stood out more than the other girls who were dressed up.

Su Cheng's voice trembled with excitement: "It's her! The one I've fallen for!"

Jiang Duo subconsciously looked up and followed that gaze.

He recognized the face at a glance.

Shen Ci.

His girlfriend, who had suddenly disappeared, just sat there quietly.

Looking closely now—her skin is like solidified cream, and her temperament is aloof and refined.

She certainly has the qualities to make someone fall in love at first sight.

Xie Shuheng recognized Shen Ci at this moment, but he did not expect that she was a freshman at Puhua University.

I've never heard Brother Duo mention it...

"Su Cheng," Xie Shuheng's expression changed, and he secretly kicked Su Cheng with his foot, lowering his voice, "Don't think about it."

"Why?" Su Cheng was still immersed in the surprise of "fate" and looked puzzled.

Xie Shuheng kicked him again, glanced at Jiang Duo, and lowered his voice to a whisper:

"That woman over there... is your sister-in-law."

Su Cheng's expression froze instantly, as if someone had pressed the pause button. His mouth opened into an "O" shape, and after a long while, he mechanically turned his head to look at Jiang Duo.

Jiang Duo did not respond, but he also did not deny it.

Su Cheng then knew that this matter was true.

But that's simply a pipe dream.

Who is Jiang Duo?

The campus heartthrob at Puhua University, a national award winner every year, and a gold medalist in competitions, can make half the students below stop playing on their phones when he stands on the podium.

All the girls in the university worshipped this god. Some girls who didn't know the limits dared to send him love letters, block classrooms, and create chance encounters, but they were all chilled to the bone by his cold and aloof attitude.

Over time, the girls seemed to have reached a certain consensus—

Jiang Duo is a god in heaven, he won't pay attention to mortals like them.

Not to mention his impressive background...

Who would have thought that this god would have an owner?

Su Cheng felt that his worldview was collapsing and being rebuilt.

Jiang Duo ignored his startled and unpredictable expression.

He lowered his eyes, tapped the screen with his slender fingers to bring up the camera, aimed at the window, and pressed the shutter.

Then, he opened WeChat, found the profile picture that had been silent for half a month, and sent the photo to it.

Shen Ci was drinking soup when her phone vibrated on the table. She glanced at the screen, her pupils contracting slightly.

—It is Jiang Duo.

She instinctively gripped her phone tighter and glanced around the restaurant. Her gaze swept over several tables and landed not far away, meeting a pair of deep, dark eyes.

Jiang Duo was looking at her, a half-smile playing on his lips.