0019 The Waterloo of Life_1

Ruffy Smith?

Her memory was exceptionally good, and her impression of this man was particularly deep.

However, it wasn't a good impression.

In a flat tone, she said, "Don't bother with him."

She had just filed patents for her last three research outcomes. Although she had kept the news under wraps, someone had managed to get wind of it early.

There were plenty of people who wanted to collaborate with her. The main business of the Smith Family was tightly linked to one of her findings; they certainly wanted to secure cooperation rights from her.

It's just that she thought Taylor Smith would come, not expecting Ruffy Smith to be sent instead.

***

Ruffy Smith came in a low-profile sedan.

At first glance, the sedan seemed no different from ordinary cars, but a closer look at the brand revealed the car's exceptional nature.

However, there weren't many in the village who knew this, so the arrival didn't cause much of a stir.

Ruffy Smith rested his elbow on his forehead, listlessly watching the scenery pass by the window.

Thanks to some directions from a few people, the car soon came to a stop on the hillside near Ellen Young's home.

The moment Ruffy Smith stepped out of the car, a gust of mountain wind blew by. He was dressed in a dark blue trench coat, looking as exquisite as if he should be at Paris Fashion Week, completely out of place amid his surroundings.

He looked around and found it hard to associate this place with Ellen Young.

In his memory, this girl was always serious and somber, as well as aloof.

Years had gone by, and she likely hadn't changed.

Yes, he had lied to his father; he had actually known Ellen Young long ago.

When he reached the gate, Ellen Young had already opened the door.

The scene was different from what he had pictured, so Ruffy Smith fell silent for a moment.

The woman had appeared so unexpectedly.

Her long hair was simply tied in a bun. She was wearing a simple, oversized white tee with a panda embroidered on it and a pair of straight jeans.

Dressed so casually, she was even eating an apple.

This look simply didn't match the cold, serious image of her in a white coat that he remembered.

The man, indescribably handsome, paused momentarily before lifting the corner of his lips and calling out, "Ellen Young."

Ellen Young looked at him, not surprised, only a thin layer of cold strangeness remaining, "Ruffy Smith."

Ruffy Smith was a head taller than her, and now, as he lowered his head, the corner of his lips curled into a mocking arc as he chuckled, "You still remember me? Oh, of course, you wouldn't forget anyone you've ever met."

She never forgot a face.

Ellen Young nodded, "Even if my memory were bad, I wouldn't forget you; you gave me a special coming-of-age gift."

Hearing her mention that incident, Ruffy Smith's smile turned cold for a moment.

The next second, Ellen Young spoke the rest of her thoughts.

"After all, in my life, you're the only man who stripped naked and lay on my bed on my birthday."

Shameless.

Ruffy Smith: "..."

In fact, Taylor Smith had guessed one thing wrong—Ruffy Smith really had tried to seduce Ellen Young.

Back then, young and frivolous, this cool and indifferent genius had caught his attention.

She had just come of age, was closely guarded, and barely had a chance to break free from being single. That day was her only opportunity.

Ruffy Smith believed that with his appearance, with his physique, the plan was bound to succeed one hundred percent.

As it turned out, that was the only fiasco he had ever experienced in his life.

And he never got back up again.