Seventeen Vine Moon

Jiang Li first met Liang Zhou Yue while she was uncomfortably dressed in a gown, hiding in his resting room to adjust her attire. 
Seeing him, she became so nervous that she couldn't pull up the zipper, her embarrassment palpable. 
That day, Jiang Li felt an unusual tug at his heartstrings and helped her with the zipper twice. 
Upon their next encounter, he was the campus prince, and she was everyone's darling. 
He played basketball on the field, while she, in her flowing dress, sat in her boyfriend's passenger seat. 
It was then that Jiang Li understood he had to see things through to the bitter end. 
To seize love forcefully, to take advantage of her vulnerability. 
After all, such a beautiful woman should naturally belong to him. 

Liang Zhou Yue never thought she would be liked by a man five years her junior. 
He was rebellious, cold, proud, and remote, but he always responded to her every request. 
On a hot summer day, Liang Zhou Yue was stopped by a downpour at the entrance of the teaching building, with swirling filthy water and sludge on the steps below. 
As she worried about how to return to her dorm, a man's rigid spine bent in front of her. 
Jiang Li's tone was always so languid, casually stirring distress: "Sister, I'm afraid you're scared. I especially came to carry you home today." 
In that moment, Jiang Li, who had never gotten close to a girl before, submitted to her before everyone.

Deliberate Infatuation

Even though Jiang Li saw through this woman's tactic of playing hard to get, he still contacted Jiang Yun for her.


His kindness was secondary; mainly, he didn't want Wu Tong to be a third wheel here.


He didn't care what Jiang Yun's feelings for Wu Tong were; since he voluntarily married her, he now had to take responsibility through the end.


But he hadn't expected Jiang Yun to be so indifferent to the topic.


"She feels unwell, let her go to the hospital; we don't have a doctor at home."


At that moment, Wu Tong was sitting next to Jiang Li and heard Jiang Yun's unsympathetic words clearly.


The hope in her eyes instantly extinguished, like cold frost in the dead of winter, sending chills so intense one dared not look any longer.


She took the cell phone from Jiang Li's hand, her voice flat and without anger, "Jiang Yun, I'm pregnant."


As soon as she said this, not only Jiang Yun opposite her but also Jiang Li, who was close at hand, were shocked into silence.


Chapter 71: Enmity and Gratitude Are Hard to Discern