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

"Really?" Jiang Li mulled over these two words repeatedly, and eventually, the corners of his lips curled up in an arc, his smile not at all friendly, "Who believes in sincerity now? It's all about interests."


Liang Zhouyue was momentarily lost for words, "How much money?"


The expression on Jiang Li's face could even be described as comical.


If he were to reject an interview because of expenses, that would be the real joke of the century.


Liang Zhouyue had an epiphany, feeling some regret in her heart.


Yes, Jiang Li was the young master of the Jiang Family, he wouldn't be short of money.


"Then forget it, I'm sorry for bothering you."


Liang Zhouyue couldn't find any conditions to continue pestering him with this invitation, and the TV station had never set such a precedent before.


Turning towards the exit, Liang Zhouyue lowered her eyelashes, deliberately avoiding Jiang Li's gaze.


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