Who Are You Going to Marry?

Jerome declared firmly as the car broke through the summer's serene silence, heading steadily towards Astontech University.

Vivian, adopting an air of aloofness, gazed out the window. As the CEO, Jerome refrained from initiating conversation and buried himself in his phone to shift his focus.

Celia's investment had already paid off.

News about MFC's CEO, Jerome, personally buying coffee for supportive fans had skyrocketed to second place on Twitter's trending topics.

The comments, mostly praising Jerome's handsome and generous demeanor, harmoniously flooded the feed.

Of course, a few detractors attempted negative remarks but were swiftly silenced by Celia's arranged online defense.

However, the overwhelming praise failed to satisfy Jerome.

Touching his smooth jaw, he couldn't accept being second.

As a CEO, how could he settle for anything less than first place?

Driven by a competitive spirit, Jerome delved into the trending topic of the "Most Handsome Tester", which was poised to take the lead.

He wanted to know who could surpass him in handsomeness.

Opening the topic revealed a video that seemed oddly familiar.

Under a cloudless sky, a black test car accelerated smoothly, and a stylishly dressed girl emerged from the driver's seat.

Whether intentional or not, her slightly tilted head aligned perfectly with the camera, leaving a tantalizing glimpse for netizens.

The girl in the video, who else could it be if it was not Vivian?

Jerome suddenly felt uneasy; his fan was trending higher than him.

Did his idol image lack dignity?

Glancing at Vivian, he couldn't deny her attractiveness and charm, especially when driving.

However, he couldn't fathom how she could outshine him in the trending spotlight.

The comments below were livelier than his own feed.

Numerous excited girls exclaimed, "I'm in love! Marry me!"

"I'm going gay for you. Can I get your number?"

Jerome furrowed his jealous brows, thinking that girls today truly lacked principles. How could they "propose" to anyone this casually?

Soon, he noticed something peculiar.

Male users seemed more interested in the car his company developed.

"The car looks handsome, MFC's new model? The performance seems impressive."

"MFC is excellent, truly the pride of domestic cars."

Jerome had a sudden insight.

Could this trending topic be Vivian's doing?

Was she subtly promoting MFC's new car to indirectly apologize to him?

With a surge of intellect, Jerome found the idea plausible.

To testify his assumption, he casually tapped his knee and asked, "Vivian, what do you think about MFC's strength and the performance of our new car?"

Expecting the same old topic, Vivian believed Jerome was still resentful about not receiving a five-star certificate.

With patience, she replied, "Not giving you five stars isn't because you don't meet the new standards, but because the current evaluation criteria only apply to regular vehicles, not suitable for these new technological cars. In a more responsible approach, I temporarily withheld your certificate. Once the core technology improves and resolves safety issues, I will follow the process to give it to you. If you're concerned about potential public scrutiny, I can also represent the entire Car R&D Center to support MFC and publicly explain the reasons."

Initiating support for MFC?

Perhaps she indeed was the one who posted it!

Jerome's expression became more complex.

He couldn't comprehend why she, and so many other girls, were infatuated with him.

Approaching the uni, Vivian addressed the driver, "Please park the car at the entrance of Astontech University. I'll walk in myself."

"After driving 32 kilometers from the company headquarters to here, a few more minutes of driving won't matter," Jerome, displaying a friendly demeanor to his fan, suggested, "Which college is your brother in? I can drop you off."

As Samson's messages flooded in, Vivian estimated the time and didn't decline Jerome' offer.

"Thank you, Mr Williams. It's School of Automotive Engineering, the building at the far end."

The century-old campus, surrounded by dense banyan trees, boasted buildings that echoed with historical significance.

Vibrant university students, carrying books in groups of three to five, filled the air with youthful exuberance.

Astontech University stood as one of the top universities in the country.

Jerome, once aspiring to enroll before the college entrance exams, had visited and wished to gain some good luck.

Regrettably, his aspirations fell short, and revisiting now stirred a sense of disappointment.

"Is your brother also studying automotive-related majors? It seems your family has a deep affection for this industry. Our company has many talented individuals who graduated from Astontech University. If he's interested, he's welcome to intern at MFC."

Celia, surprised by the internship opportunity, was unaware that MFC allowed college students to intern.

"No need, thank you," Vivian declined without hesitation.

Jerome smiled, appreciating Vivian's understanding.

His admiration for her deepened.

A Maybach always stood out in the crowd, especially for male students studying vehicles – a dreamlike existence.

Turning into the School of Automotive Engineering, as the car came to a stop, a group of excited boys approached, their admiration audible even through the glass.

Jerome, accustomed to being the brightest star in the crowd, sighed.

"It's common to have onlookers. Since my cars are limited editions, I'm very tolerant and understanding. I allow them to take pictures and selfies. I believe many of them wouldn't have this chance if it weren't for me."

Before finishing his sentence, Vivian suddenly opened the door, catching the boy peering inside off guard.

The door hit his head with a crisp sound, making Jerome couldn't help but instinctively cover his forehead.

Seeing the situation, Jerome got out of the car to mediate, but Vivian had already given the boy another slap.

"Samson, can't you be more discreet!"