Brain is a Good Thing, but It's a Pity You that You Lack One

Vivian had no idea how things had escalated to this point.

Just moments ago, she was hostile, ready to tear into the two young men who seemed eager to rush up.

Now, they all stared intently at Jerome, their eyes shining as if he were their idol.

One of them asked, "Are you the CEO of MFC? Oh my, I never expected to have the chance to meet you in person. I adore the vehicles designed by MFC; they are the pride of our country. Can I have your autograph?"

The other chimed in, "Are you really my sister's boyfriend? When did you two get together? Why didn't I know? What do you see in her? Does she use violence on you?"

What kind of questions were these?

The more they asked, the more absurd it became.

Especially Samson, could he really fail to see what was going one here?

Vivian felt a throbbing pain in her temples and slammed the table, "Enough."

Afterward, she turned to the equally excited young counselor, "Professor Yale, we have other arrangements. Since the matter is resolved, we'll take our leave. Apologies for the inconvenience."

Without waiting for a response, she grabbed Jerome's arm and dragged him outside the office.

Samson even ran out and waved them goodbye, "Sis, remember to bring my brother-in-law home next time!"

Once outside, making sure no one could hear, Vivian let go of Jerome's arm.

"Mr Williams, what were you doing? What business do you have here, meddling in our affairs?"

Jerome smirked, "Your trending on social media is also related to me. I simply helped you deal with some minor troubles afterward. A small favor, no need for excessive thanks."

If it weren't for the recent events, Vivian wouldn't have known she was trending.

Hearing his words, she thought the video on social media was shot by Jerome's fans.

Without a good expression, she replied, "Indeed, there is a connection with you in this matter. I'll let it go this time; next time, mind your own business."

Just as he anticipated!

At this moment, Jerome's chest swelled with a certain delight, an experience he had never had when chased by fans before.

Perhaps he was genuinely moved this time; he sensed no anger from Vivian.

He followed the girl ahead, "Where are you headed next? I can give you a ride."

"No need to trouble Mr Williams."

"Although it's a bit troublesome, time has already been wasted. Besides, in front of others, I am your reputed boyfriend. What kind of gentleman am I leaving you alone here?"

In front of others?

Not to mention she hadn't acknowledged it; only five people knew about the confession earlier. What's the big deal?

Vivian indeed had never encountered someone with such a peculiar way of thinking.

She was momentarily at a lost for words.

Vivian pursed her lips, "I'm graduating here, and I want to catch up with my old mentor. May I be excused?"

Jerome's eyes lit up, "You're graduating here too? Undergraduate? What class are you?"

Vivian looked at him suspiciously, "Were you a student here too?"

"No," Jerome scratched his head, "but I almost was. Astontech rejected me for my SAT test score."

Vivian raised her gaze, unable to resist asking, "How many points short?"

"I don't remember," Jerome thought for a moment, "probably in the 90s, definitely less than 100."

Why was there a hint of pride in his tone?

Vivian twitched the corner of her mouth; she should have guessed.

The next afternoon, after settling matters at the automotive research center, Vivian drove to MFC Company for orientation. Just as she arrived at the entrance, her right eyelid twitched violently, making her feel uneasy as if it foretold something significant.

As soon as she stepped inside, Vivian's phone went crazy.

Answering the call, her aunt Joyce Sharp's distinctive loud voice came from the other end, "Vivian, why didn't you tell me that you're seeing someone!"

Her temples throbbed twice, and without saying much, she already knew who the "informant" was.

Clearly, Samson had casually paired her with Jerome for the sake of face, and now he was snitching on her, claiming she was in a relationship.

Was the lie so convincing that even she believed it?

Vivian was unwilling to admit that her younger cousin could be so foolish.

"There's nothing like that," Vivian rolled her eyes, "Don't listen to Samson's nonsense."

"Still trying to hide it from me? Do you think it's embarrassing to talk about your unstable relationship? It's okay; you have no experience in love. You can tell me if you're confused; I can help you."

"Really, it's not what you thinking!"

Vivian sighed in exasperation.

Vivian had been raised by her aunt's family since childhood.

Her parents reportedly died in a car accident shortly after her birth.

However, Vivian had no trace of an orphan's inferiority complex. Instead, she grew up under the doting care of her aunt's family.

Her psychological resilience was remarkably strong, and her relationship with her family was even more harmonious than those of an average family.

Joyce hadn't considered urging Vivian to marry early.

She thought Vivian, being so outstanding, could find any man if she wanted.

But seeing Vivian getting older, with all the boys eager to marry her now married themselves, and Vivian still never having been in a relationship, Joyce couldn't sit still.

"Don't look down on me. Back in the day, I was the number one beauty of our factory. Your uncle was completely under my control. I can pass on my lifelong skills to you."

Seeing Joyce start to brag about her "skills" again, Vivian couldn't help but say as she entered the MFC Building, "It's really a misunderstanding. Do you think I would find a boyfriend who is intellectually challenged, flaunts wealth for fun, and can't even understand a common language? Being single is quite nice; there's no need to find someone who gives me trouble."

Before the words even settled, someone bumped into Vivian from behind, causing her to stagger for a moment, her phone and bag scattering on the ground.

"Hey, can't you walk properly?"