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Chapter 302: When everything is pixelated (10)

Wen Xingzhi neither agreed nor refused.

He smiled casually, took a step forward, and invited Song Zhishu to join him.

“Miss Song, our relationship doesn’t seem to have reached that point yet,” Wen Xingzhi said quietly, his tone revealing little.

Song Zhishu felt she was being a bit too formal. She frowned and followed him, persisting, "Mr. Wen, weren't we just going through thick and thin together?"

Shared hardships?

Wen Xingzhi blinked and parted his thin lips slightly: "Shared hardships?" He chuckled, at least on the surface he seemed to be in a good mood: "Miss Song, I am very happy to be such an important partner to you, but that doesn't seem to mean that we can help with some things that are not so easy to help with."

Damn it, this man, he's so ungrateful, he made her love him again.

Song Zhishu always managed to channel her willpower in the right way. For example, right now, she caught up with him again, keeping close behind: "Mr. Wen, let's not limit ourselves to such a narrow topic, okay? That's not good."

"Listen to me, you just saved me from this predicament so easily, and I have nothing to repay you with. A beautiful woman who takes the initiative, why not take it? Right?" Song Zhishu tilted his head, offering a very tempting reason.

Honestly, even without the formidable Song family behind her, this young girl alone is enough to make anyone's heart flutter.

"Hmm." Wen Xingzhi began to think, which was Song Zhishu's personal opinion. "And what's more, look, we've only met twice, and you saw me being harassed because of my beauty and being weak and helpless, and you chased away Xiaoqiang without lifting a finger. What does that prove?" Song Zhishu pressed her advantage, speaking with great passion.

"Prove what?"

"This proves that we are a match made in heaven!" Song Zhishu's cheeks flushed with excitement, her face full of anticipation.

Wen Xingzhi never had time to listen to such nonsense before, and he let out a soft breath.

It has to be said that Song Zhishu's words made him realize something.

Wen Xingzhi's character is no joke. He is cold-blooded and ruthless. If it were just because of that absurd day when he was a child, he would never risk offending the Su family to save a little girl who is practically a stranger.

Although he wasn't afraid of the Su family, which he could cripple with a flick of his finger, Wen Xingzhi was always precise in calculating interests.

Passing by was by chance, seeing her was by chance. Even if Wen Xingzhi attributed all of this to chance, he couldn't help but feel a fleeting pang of fear when he saw the girl's arrogant expression.

Intense, fleeting, like falling into an abyss.

He still made his move, for a girl who was famous on campus, and for a potential rival in the business world. The price he will have to pay for his recklessness today is far beyond calculation.

Just a few seconds

Song Zhishu clearly sensed that Wen Xingzhi's previously crumbling psychological wall had risen up again, even showing signs of surpassing the former.

The gentle aura remained, but the light in Wen Xingzhi's eyes had indeed dimmed considerably.

He remained silent, seemingly oblivious to the little girl's enthusiasm. "Mr. Wen?" Song Zhishu muttered, but couldn't help but speak up.

"Miss Song."

Wen Xingzhi suddenly spoke up. He laughed, his smile as bright and clear as the moon and the breeze, suppressing the alluring bloom of the gardenias.

"arrive."