Huang Yiyi didn't bother to lower her voice when she said it.
The boys who'd just given up their seats for her looked more than a little heart-broken.
They'd only been slightly jealous of Jiang Cheng, but now Huang Yiyi was openly saying she liked him.
It felt like dragging yourself through a full day's shift, dead-tired.
Suddenly you spot a pitiful goddess without a seat, so you gallantly offer her yours.
Only for the goddess to hand that very seat to some other guy.
Huang Yiyi paid no heed to what anyone else was thinking.
She shot Jiang Cheng a shy glance, then made a cutesy face at Wang Jian and the others before skipping off with a mischievous laugh.
That sparkling expression set more than a few boys' hearts fluttering; it seemed to say, "I forgive you, you heart-breaker."
Even Jiang Cheng, who'd met plenty of girls, couldn't help sighing: How can anyone be this adorable?
Huang Yiyi wasn't like Lin Qingxue, Yu Xiaoxiao, or Qiao Yinyin.
She carried an untamed, free-spirited air of innocence.
That simple, naive nature paired with her sweet, pretty face—wasn't she the very "first love" most boys dream of?
The afternoon Military Training soon ended.
Back at the dorm, Zhu Yan had already arranged for an air-conditioner and washing-machine to be installed; she'd even bought a fridge stocked with every kind of drink.
The boys, sweaty and parched, gawked at the two-door fridge packed with ice-cold beverages.
They burst into delighted cheers.
"Holy crap, this is heaven!"
"This is our dorm?? College suddenly feels worth it again."
"Bro Cheng, you're legendary—I could cry..."
Seeing them about to pounce, Jiang Cheng threw up a hand: "Scram, all of you."
He pulled out an ice-cold pure-fruit drink, gulped it down, then turned to Zhu Yan. "Thanks for the trouble."
Everyone says CMB's premium service is top-notch.
Jiang Cheng had only asked Zhu Yan to get an air-conditioner installed.
Yet she'd thrown in a fridge as well.
He'd turned to her because the campus wiring was ancient; ordinary high-draw appliances couldn't be used.
Many buildings were twenty years old, and the dorm-managers banned even high-wattage induction stoves.
One overload and the whole block would trip.
Zhu Yan, however, could tap CMB's vast network to solve it.
The bank's elite-membership roster covered a swath of top-tier contacts.
Those contacts formed a high-end web of connections.
Once you found the right person, a tiny wiring issue became child's play.
Today Zhu Yan wore her CMB uniform again; the snug Tibetan-blue skirt showed off her perfect figure right in front of them.
Light make-up and an up-do made all three boys blush and their hearts race.
Fresh out of high-school nerds, they had zero resistance to such a gently-mature temptation.
Watching Jiang Cheng joke with them, Zhu Yan covered her mouth and smiled sweetly.
She hadn't expected a multi-billionaire to be this down-to-earth.
She nodded professionally. "My pleasure, Mr. Jiang. It's what I'm here for."
"Guys, this is Zhu Yan; these are my roommates—Wang Jian, Lu Chuan, Wu Kun."
Wang Jian fished a bottle of mineral water from the fridge and handed it to her. "Thanks for everything."
"Yeah, thanks for saving our lives in this heat."
"You're our savior."
Since they were the ones benefiting, all three thanked her effusively.
After Jiang Cheng's introduction, Zhu Yan actually showed a rare hint of shyness toward his roommates.
It looked exactly like a girl meeting her boyfriend's friends for the first time.