Reborn as the Cinnabar Mole of the Prince of Beijing's Elite Circle

She couldn't provoke Xie Yu'an now, and she couldn't resist him. She had to do whatever Xie Yu'an said first.

Once Xie Yu'an's glasses were removed, her lips fell.

An Cinian's back started to burn, and flames shot up where their skin touched.

However, this time Xie Yu'an did not forcefully enter, nor did he act wildly and recklessly. The remaining kisses were very gentle, just like being kissed by a warm breeze, with a tingling and numb sensation covering her lips.

After kissing for a while, Xie Yu'an released her, gently stroked An Cinian's nose with his left hand, and smiled even more broadly: "You behaved very well today, I like it."

It seems Xie Yu'an is quite satisfied with how she handled things and can finally breathe a sigh of relief; she's not a masochist.

She left Xie Yu'an's embrace, straightened her clothes, and left the office.

I went into the restroom, looked in the mirror, and thankfully, it wasn't too noticeable. I let some of my hair fall in front of me.

"An Cinian, you're quite pleased with yourself, aren't you?"

An Wenxin's face appeared in the mirror, her eyes filled with disgust for her.

What is there for her to be proud of?

"Oh, you mean the water-splashing incident, An Wenxin? I've already told you, even if Xie Yu'an hates me, you can't step on my head. I've warned you many times, but you didn't listen. However, since you're my sister, I'll kindly warn you one more time. If there's a next time, you..." He leaned closer to An Wenxin, his smile widening as he spoke into her ear, "If there's a next time, you're really finished."

Clenching her fists, her chest heaving rapidly, An Wenxin was like a ferocious beast about to erupt, yet there was nothing you could do about her.

Now that it's a company with so many people around, An Wenxin is well aware of the consequences if she does anything outrageous.

She glared fiercely at An Cinian, but it didn't matter. There were still days ahead. As long as I was here, I, An Wenxin, wouldn't let you be so smug!

The toilet was empty except for An Cinian.

She walked to the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face overlapped with the one she remembered. Even after so long, she still remembered meeting An Wenxin when she was 18.

At that time...

"Xiao Nian, this isn't your design!" After looking at the list of names, she said, "This is Xie Yu'an's!" Seeing that An Cinian was confused, she glanced at Hu Zhenyi's name to confirm that it was correct.

With just one sentence, the entire class turned to look at An Cinian.

"What's going on?" Lin Yan, who was sitting behind Xie Yu'an with his chair slightly tilted back, immediately leaned forward, now getting excited.

Seeing the curious looks from the whole class, An Cinian felt that her eyesight was bad: "Maybe I accidentally took the wrong one when I asked Xie Yu'an about architectural knowledge yesterday."

That raises even more questions. Where did you ask for help? Why were the two of you still in contact on the weekend? Are their names really that hard to distinguish? Under what circumstances would they have exchanged the wrong papers?

Lin Yan, with a gossipy look on his face, said, "Chen Yang, Xiao Yu is amazing! I told him to be a little shameless, and his ability to apply what he's learned is even better than mine." He couldn't help but give a thumbs up in admiration for his speed.

Xie Yu'an remained calm. In fact, he had known all along, so it was intentional, but An Cinian didn't show any extra expression.

After submitting her design draft, An Cinian left the classroom. However, at that very moment, she saw someone in the hallway whom she never wanted to see again.

The nightmare struck suddenly, catching An Cinian completely off guard.

Unhappy people spend their whole lives healing from the flaws of their childhood. Because of their unhappiness in childhood, they are rejected and doubted by everyone, which affects their future positivity, makes them feel inferior, and they have no one to support them, leaving them to be alone.

Even if you succeed in the future, there will be no one to share it with, and falling into difficulties will only make you more desperate.

Their eyes met, and the images that flashed through their minds became more and more painful. A dark, stuffy room, a pungent stench hitting them.

I was wearing white sneakers, but I missed a step.

The world spun around her, but An Cinian remained calm, accepting everything as fate had decreed. She knew her arrival was a punishment for her.

Everyone behind was stunned, and Xie Yu'an didn't have time to grab it.

"Yu An." A gentle voice.

Still dazed and in pain, when those words came, her heart felt like it was being pierced by a thousand arrows. She hurriedly grabbed Xie Yu'an's sleeve, holding on tightly, afraid he would leave her, and said with a pained expression, "Xie Yu'an, I sprained my ankle~"

Her face was pale, her eyes were moist, and her beautiful eyes were filled with tears. Her pitiful appearance was heartbreaking. She didn't care about the person next to her calling out, and simply picked up An Cinian and left.

An Wenxin, you have already ruined my past, and I can't let you ruin my present too. I respect whoever Xie Yu'an likes, but he is definitely not yours.

Xie Yu'an carried An Cinian to the infirmary, but An Cinian just held tightly to his sleeve and refused to let go.

I don't want to let go, I was selfish, I was so bad~ Xie Yu'an~

"Sweetie, sit down first, I'll get the medicine, okay?" Xie Yu'an had no choice but to soothe An Cinian's uneasy emotions first.

An Cinian sat silently on the bed. Xie Yu'an looked at her and was relieved that she hadn't sprained her bones. He poured a large amount of safflower oil into his hand, lifted An Cinian's ankle, and applied it to her ankle.

With very gentle movements, Xie Yu'an sat down in front of her, as if caressing his most precious possession.

Xie Yu'an, I...I don't want you to belong to someone else.

A terrible thought surged into my mind, contradicting my previous promise. Realizing that I had harbored thoughts I shouldn't have, tears instantly streamed down my face.

Xie Yu'an panicked, looking completely bewildered. He raised his right hand, then stopped in mid-air, curling it up slightly as if he were thinking about something.

Receiving no negative answer, he then stroked An Cinian's cheek, making her look at him, and said in the gentlest tone, "Don't cry, don't cry, there's no fracture."

It would have been better if he hadn't said it. As soon as he did, An Cinian glanced at him, feeling even more wronged and distressed. Her eyes blurred, tears welled up, and she began to tremble all over, sobbing, "Waaaaah, waaaaah, waaaaah..."

Thinking back to the past, An Cinian threw herself into his arms, her mind repeatedly asking: Why... why?

Unable to finish wiping away the grime or offer any comfort, Xie Yu'an stood up and pulled An Cinian into his arms.

If she wanted to cry, she could cry. Crying would make her feel better, and he would comfort her. Anyway, he was by An Cinian's side, in front of her, so An Cinian could freely express her emotions, whether good or bad.

An Cinian's first impression of him was that this girl had a lot of worries on her mind. At such a young age, she had more thoughts than an adult. He had wanted to tell An Cinian for a long time not to worry, not to be sad, and not to suppress her worries. He was there, and he would always be by An Cinian's side.

If you are an oak tree, then I am a kapok tree beside you, standing shoulder to shoulder with you as a tree. If you need shelter, you can also hide behind me, and I will protect you from the wind and rain.

Sometimes you just need to have a good cry. It makes you feel so much better, so much lighter. She's been suppressing her feelings all this time. She's lived a whole life; she shouldn't be so immature, she shouldn't have this emotional breakdown.

So throughout her life, she has always remained silent and calm, never panicking in the face of adversity.

But people aren't that strong; they're just forced to pretend they're not lonely.