Chapter 9
Chapter 9
He yanked me so hard it hurt. I glared coldly and slapped him sharply with my free hand.
“Still acting like a man-child at your age? William, you’re pathetic.
Stop dreaming. I’m done with you.”
He dropped to his knees right there on the street, clutching my pants leg.
“Diana, I drove my mom back to her hometown. She won’t bother you anymore.”
“Please, for the sake of all our years together, forgive me this once.”
His snot and tears were smearing my pants. I kicked him away.
“You’re disgusting. Get lost.”
As I turned to leave, he lunged again-only to be hauled back by security guards my senior called.
Spotting the senior checking if I was alright, William yelled desperately, “Who’s that!
Diana!
What is he to you?”
I hooked my arm through the senior’s, smiling brightly. “My boyfriend. Now scram.”
Amid William’s howls, I led the senior away.
Blocks later, I released his arm awkwardly. “Sorry for using you back there.”
He flexed his empty hand. “I wish you’d use me forever.”
“Huh?”
I froze.
His face flushed crimson as he looked away. “Nothing…”
I understood. I’d long suspected this quiet senior liked me.
Teasing, I said, “Give me your research project, and I’ll consider it.”
“Okay.”
No hesitation.
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His seriousness made me laugh. I swatted his arm. “You believed that?
Would I really do that?”
Grabbing his sleeve again, I added, “Have dinner with my family tonight? Dad keeps asking about you.”
His cheeks turned red as a beetroot. “Yes… Anything for you.”
A year after we started dating, our research project succeeded nationwide.
As founders, we lectured at major hospitals.
At a post-lecture banquet, I spotted Shirley Miller.
She trailed a pot-bellied tycoon old enough to be her father, timidly pouring his wine and serving food. She flinche when our eyes met.
I gave a faint smirk and looked away.
That tycoon was a notorious playboy-none of his mistresses ended well.
In the garden later, I overheard him tell another man:
“Director Hou, my new girl’s got impressive bed skills. Want her tonight?”
I kept walking. She chose this path. She’ll face the consequences.
Coincidentally, William’s mother called that night.
Sobbing, she begged me to save her-her husband had broken her leg.
“You were always kind, Diana! You can’t let me suffer!”
I replied flatly, “Ask your precious son,” and hung up.
Just then, my senior pushed open the door, handing me warm milk.
I smiled, but the smile didn’t reach my eyes: “It’s great that those who hurt me are suffering.
Mentor, do you think I’m not kind?”
He just gently rubbed my head: “It’s all in the past. From now on, I’ll be with you.
No one can hurt you.”
I nestled into his arms contentedly, realizing that those who truly love me only ache for the wrongs I’ve endured.
He held me tightly, as if guarding a precious treasure.
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