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

Autumn's presence thickened, and as evening fell, the setting sun was in full majesty, casting a warm, shallow halo on the limited edition Cayenne belonging to Jiang Li.


Large crowds gathered at the university entrance, and the glances of passing students lingered on it more or less; some even whispered and speculated.


Liang Zhouyue sat quietly in the front passenger seat—she had come to the university today to pick up her brother.


From a distance, Liang Xingye emerged from the school gates. His tall and lean silhouette was striking, and he wore a well-tailored casual suit, exuding a certain fresh-on-the-job energy.


As he came closer, Jiang Li honked the car horn.


Liang Xingye located the sound accurately and approached with broad strides.


He opened the car door, took a seat in the back row, and teased with a laugh, "It's quite rare to see the brother-in-law's luxury car on the streets."


Chapter 135: How Shall I Repay