Xue Yue retorted sarcastically, "Why can’t I fight back? Are you the only one allowed to hit people? What proof do you have that I told the teacher? Besides, who would even care about your sordid little affair?"
Song Wenli glared at Xue Yue angrily. "Your husband just sells clothes at a street stall. What gives you the right to act so high and mighty?"
Xue Yue sneered. "My husband sells clothes at a stall. So what? I might not be high and mighty, but I’m still better than you. At least I know the aning of decency and wouldn’t be seeing soone else while I have a husband and child back ho."
Seeing the disdain in her classmates’ eyes, Song Wenli flew into a rage and tried to hit Xue Yue again, but a large hand caught her arm.
Xue Yue turned to see it was Wei Yuyang.
He had stood up and grabbed Song Wenli’s arm, which he then forcefully threw aside.
"Student Song, do you want to make an even bigger scene? Right now, you’ve only been given a derit. Are you trying to get expelled?" Wei Yuyang said sharply.
At his words, Song Wenli averted her gaze. She shot Xue Yue a fuming glare, then gathered her things and moved to a seat in the back row.
Wei Yuyang looked at Xue Yue’s face with concern. "Are you okay?"
Xue Yue touched her face, which still throbbed with a bit of pain. She shook her head.
Because of the incident, Xue Yue was in a bad mood all the way until class let out. ’It was all so ridiculous, and I ended up getting slapped for it.’
"Xue Yue." Wei Yuyang had followed her out.
He said to her, "Your face is a little swollen. Why don’t I take you to the school infirmary to get it checked?"
Xue Yue said, "No, it’s fine. I’ll just put a cold compress on it when I get ho. It’ll be okay. By the way, thanks for what you did back there."
"No need to thank . I knew it wasn’t you."
Xue Yue looked at him. "How did you know?"
Wei Yuyang smiled. "Because you’re not the type to gossip."
The corner of Xue Yue’s mouth twitched.
When they reached the school gate, Wei Yuyang looked at Xue Yue. "Do you live far? I can walk you."
Xue Yue waved a hand. "No, it’s okay. I live nearby."
With that, she left on her own, while Wei Yuyang stood and watched her walk into the distance.
"Wei Yuyang, she’s long gone. Are you still watching?" Huang Xinyi said, walking up to his side.
Wei Yuyang said nothing and started walking toward the bus stop.
Huang Xinyi followed behind him. "Still haven’t given up? Xue Yue is married. Her husband sells clothes at the market over there. Didn’t you hear what Song Wenli said?"
Wei Yuyang continued to ignore her. When he saw his bus approaching, he quickened his pace and boarded it.
Watching the bus pull away, Huang Xinyi stomped her foot in frustration.
After getting ho, Xue Yue went to the bathroom, wet a towel with cold water, and pressed it to her face.
"Mommy, what’s wrong? Why are you putting a towel on your face?" Ruanruan asked.
Not wanting to worry her children, Xue Yue said, "Mommy has a little toothache. Pressing a towel on it for a bit will make it feel better."
"Mommy, did you sneak so candy?"
Xue Yue grinned. "No, it’s just a flare-up."
"Oh."
That explanation might have worked on the children, but He Lang saw right through it when he ca ho that evening.
He tilted her chin up, his eyes narrowing. "Who hit you?"
Xue Yue sighed. ’He saw it after all.’
Xue Yue’s skin was fair and delicate, and Song Wenli had hit her hard. Xue Yue’s face had gone numb at the ti, and even after applying a cold compress for a long while, it still looked a little swollen.
"Did you get into a fight at school? A guy or a girl?" He Lang pressed.
Xue Yue had no choice but to tell He Lang what happened.
He Lang said angrily, "Is that woman crazy? There are so many people at the school, why would she bla you? And she hit you so hard." As he spoke, he gently stroked Xue Yue’s face again, his eyes filled with heartache.
Xue Yue took He Lang’s hand. "It’s okay. I hit her back."
"You were right to hit her back. What kind of person is she? Stay far away from people like that in the future. There’s sothing wrong with her head."
Xue Yue managed a small smile. "Okay, I’ll stay far away from her."
「The last class of the next day was a study hall.」 Before it ended, Xue Yue was writing with her head down when she suddenly heard a ripple of whispers from her classmates.
Xue Yue didn’t look up. Her howork wasn’t done yet, and she always tried to finish it at school so she could spend her evenings with her family.
"Who’s that? He’s so handso!"
"He must be looking for soone, right?"
"Is he in our class?"
Only when the bell rang to dismiss class did Xue Yue start to gather her assignnts. Just then, she heard a collective gasp from the room.
Xue Yue looked up and saw He Lang standing right in front of her.
Seeing what He Lang was wearing, Xue Yue’s eyes lit up, and she had to suppress a smile.
He Lang was wearing a leather jacket, black tapered trousers, and a pair of leather boots.
’This is the first ti I’ve ever seen him dress like this,’ Xue Yue thought. ’Hmm... he does look pretty good.’
"What are you doing here?"
He Lang raised an eyebrow. "I ca to take you ho."
"Just a second."
He Lang nodded. As he watched Xue Yue pack her things, he felt an intense stare. He followed the line of sight and t the gaze of Wei Yuyang, who was sitting behind Xue Yue.
Their eyes locked, each man sizing the other up.
He Lang saw the frustration in the other man’s eyes and gave a slight smirk.
Once Xue Yue had her things ready, she said, "Let’s go."
He Lang took her bag from her and led her out of the classroom by the hand.
The mont they left, the classroom erupted in excited chatter.
"That must be Student Xue’s husband, right?"
"Definitely. Didn’t you see them holding hands?"
"I’m so jealous of Xue Yue. Her husband is so handso."
"I’m jealous of her husband! Student Xue is the gorgeous one, okay?"
Wei Yuyang remained in his seat, motionless for a long ti, his grip tightening on the pen in his hand.
Song Wenli gritted her teeth as she listened to everyone discussing Xue Yue. ’What’s there to be so smug about? No matter how handso he is, he still just sells clothes at a stall.’
Walking across campus, Xue Yue began to size He Lang up and down, a smile playing on her lips. "What made you decide to wear all this to co pick up? Did you get specially dressed up at ho?"
He Lang grinned. "Of course. I had to dress to impress. What if I embarrassed you otherwise? Besides, with a wife as beautiful as mine, I have to co and stake my claim."
Xue Yue smiled and said, "Not bad. You can dress like this more often."
He Lang’s efforts to "stake his claim" moved from the campus to the bedroom.
That night, He Lang was exceptionally energetic, leaving Xue Yue completely spent and sore all over.
To an almost unreasonable degree, right when she was at her limit, he would insist on her answering whether any guys at school were hitting on her.
When Xue Yue said no, he would only get more worked up.
「The next morning」
Xue Yue was almost late for class again and didn’t even have ti for breakfast.
After more than a month, the shop was finally renovated. The store was nad "Fashionable Woman"—very straightforward.
On Sunday, the whole family went to the shop together.
"Wow!!!"
Following Xue Xingzhou’s design, the shop was fitted with mirrors, and nurous lights made the space incredibly bright.
The interior used a soft, creamy apricot as its primary color. The curved clothing racks and display stands, along with the sofas, chairs, and arched doorways and mirrors, gave it a very artistic feel.
It was the first ti Xue Yue had seen such decor. It broke away from the traditional, rigid aesthetic, adding a touch of playful dynamism.
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