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After finishing lunch, Jiang Shiyu sent Yun back home. With the start of school delayed for a few days at Jinghua Hangda, Jiang Shiyu spent this time cooking for Yun at Xiangyuan No. 1. The once empty and cold house had transformed into a warm and lively space thanks to Yun's presence.
The following afternoon, after class, Yun hurried to the school gate. Liu Han ran over in her dance shoes, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Yun, how did you manage to win over the notorious playboy Jiang Shiyu?"
Everyone else perked up their ears at the question, no longer hiding their interest as they turned their gazes toward her. They had been curious for a while but no one dared to break the ice.
Sitting on the shoe rack outside, Yun nervously fiddled with the half-worn cotton shoes in her hands. The attention made her feel a chill run down her back. After changing into her shoes and putting on a black cotton coat, she replied, "We're in a normal relationship; it's not about winning him over."
"But the girls he dated before also had normal relationships, yet they couldn't keep him. Do you have some special technique?" someone asked.
"Yeah! Everyone's talking about how Jiang Shiyu suddenly turned around. Yun, do you have any insights to share?"
Surrounded by curious peers, Yun felt awkward and struggled to find her voice. What insights could she possibly share? She had worried and been afraid herself.
"Why not just come ask me directly?"
The crowd turned to see the source of the voice. Jiang Shiyu approached in a gray down jacket, his hands hanging loosely by his sides. He was tall and well-built, exuding an effortless charm as he walked toward Yun, prompting everyone to instinctively part ways.
No one dared to speak.
"Are you ready?" he asked softly.
Yun nodded, clutching her dance shoes bag and tucking it into the spacious pocket of her coat. With her other hand, she grabbed her white backpack.
Jiang Shiyu's eyes sparkled with amusement as he glanced at the others before lazily adding, "You can also ask your boyfriends about this question; you'll find out why I’m so invested."
The group exchanged glances; those with boyfriends pondered for a moment. Questions of love were something every girl would eventually ask.
The boy's responses were always influenced by something specific about her. It could be her beauty, her personality, or some other quality; it all depended on the person. Suddenly, it became clear to him that love was a complicated matter. Even if someone had been in several relationships and experienced breakups, that was normal; compatibility could only be determined through being together.
They got into the car, and Yun rubbed her palms together, feeling the coldness in her fingertips as her skin tightened. As they passed a street filled with shops, Yun asked him to stop. Jiang Shiyu pulled over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Yun unbuckled her seatbelt. "Let's buy some plants to take back."
She picked out a pot of hanging orchids and a pot of green radishes. Jiang Shiyu's home was lacking in greenery; they could place a tree outside on the terrace. Yun pointed to a Happiness Tree that was over a meter tall. "How about putting this Happiness Tree on the terrace?"
"That sounds good. Let's get two pots," Jiang Shiyu decided immediately. Yun then chose two light purple succulents and a cactus. The shopkeeper agreed to deliver everything.
Since they would be staying there tonight, Yun had brought a change of clothes and her dance outfit for the next day. She placed her bag in the master bedroom and was about to take out her clothes when there was a knock at the door. Quickly, she stuffed her intimate garments away.
"Come in."
Jiang Shiyu opened the door and walked in, gesturing towards the walk-in closet. "There are pajamas in the closet; try them on and see if they fit."
"Oh, okay." After saying that, Jiang Shiyu left the room, and Yun entered the walk-in closet, where two rows of transparent glass displayed an array of women's clothing.
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