"You're saying she's your wife?" Even this fat guy, who usually had quite the composure, was taken aback by Zhu Bufan's statement. Even though Zhan Feihuang wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, her uniquely vivacious spirit was indeed unrivaled throughout the school.

The students at the school even secretly nicknamed this girl "Little Vase," suggesting that, although she's a beauty to behold, there's nothing much inside. No substance.

Not having substance doesn't mean she's brainless; on the contrary, she's very cautious around other male students, even publically declaring that she wouldn't consider marriage while still in school.

So how did Zhu Bufan manage to get his hands on her? Would the Zhan Family agree to this?!

"Yes, she is my wife," Zhu Bufan said defiantly, his face stern.

Zhan Feihuang's fair and delicate face instantly turned as red as the root of her neck, and she raised her fist to beat against Zhu Bufan's chest, accusing in a tender voice, "Zhu Bufan, what are you talking about? I only agreed to keep developing our relationship, I didn't say I wanted to marry you right now!"

"What's the difference? Don't tell me you don't like me?" Zhu Bufan said nonchalantly, as if he was absolutely certain he could win Zhan Feihuang over.

"Annoying! As if I would like you!" Zhan Feihuang's face was so red it could almost bleed, but as long as she didn't storm off, that meant she was tacitly allowing it.

"Okay, then congratulations to Brother Zhu Bufan, hehe." Zhao Erapang squinted his eyes and said, "Brother Zhu Bufan, since Miss Zhan has agreed to accept you, why don't you take her to the banquet at our house? It's just a matter of an extra pair of chopsticks, no big deal!"

"This…" Zhu Bufan paused for a moment, then decisively said, "Let's go!"

After that, he didn't seek Zhan Feihuang's opinion and grabbed the beauty's hand, turning around to head straight towards the parking lot direction. Zhao Erapang had a car, so there was no need for a taxi.

Zhu Bufan didn't realize that his embrace of Zhan Feihuang and calling her "my girlfriend", though it lasted only a few short seconds, had caused a sensation across the entire school. College relationships are too common to mention, but Zhan Feihuang's identity made her an exception!

First, she's from a wealthy family with an immensely prestigious status.

Second, she is the school's belle, stunning beyond compare and adored by countless male students.

So, any guy who gets involved with her can forget about being ordinary.

As arranged by Zhao Erapang, Zhan Feihuang and Zhu Bufan sat in the back, while he and his girlfriend sat in the front. However, Zhan Feihuang was too straightforward; she insisted on sitting in the front to enjoy the view, even pulling Guo Qingcui from her seat and shoving her to the back.

Guo Qingcui had no choice but to sit in the back with Zhu Bufan.

In fact, this made Zhu Bufan quite uncomfortable. After all, Zhao Erapang's car was private and equipped with sunshades on the windows, rendering the inside invisible from the outside. This meant if Zhan Feihuang sat in the back, he could have his way with her, even in broad daylight.

Unfortunately, the little beauty in the backseat wasn't Zhan Feihuang.

This girl named Xiaocui is also very beautiful. Not just beautiful, but her eyes are especially bright, looking as pure as a pool of lake water. Another thing is that she's quite petite, definitely under 1.5 meters tall. It makes one feel like picking her up and cuddling her like a pet.

This thought is quite lecherous, but also very thrilling. Too bad Zhao Erapang already beat others to the punch. Naturally, Zhu Bufan wouldn't have his sights on her.

The two sat in the car with no issues, staring at each other for the entire trip without uttering a single word, until they were almost at the destination. That was when the girl finally spoke up, "Bufan, my phone's out of battery. Can I borrow yours? I want to call my mom."

"Sure." This minor request wasn't impolite, and without thinking, Zhu Bufan promptly took out his phone and handed it to the girl.

The girl fiddled with Bufan's phone for a good minute, and finally after dialing a number and having a brief conversation, she hung up.

Certainly, it couldn't have been as simple as just a phone call, right?

Indeed, when Zhu Bufan checked his phone, he found an additional contact information, "Guo Qingcui, Single, Phone number 150..."

Ah, so it's Guo Qingcui. But why add 'Single'? What's this girl getting at? She clearly isn't single. Zhao Erapang declared her his girlfriend, and from the conversation yesterday, after Zhao Erapang bought the medicine, he even hinted that he had relations with this girl.

Is this what single looks like? I can't help but laugh!

Zhao Bufan instinctively wanted to delete the number, but just at that moment, Guo Qingcui gave a violent cough and blinked her watery, large eyes at him. It was that blink that made Bufan resist the urge to delete the contact, deciding instead to keep the number.

It's just a number. No harm in keeping it. Anyway, since you already have a man, I'll just keep my distance a bit, that's all.

The car, after a bumpy ride of half an hour, finally arrived at the destination. And this place wasn't a villa, but a manor!

Tianxian Manor.

Before even stepping through the doors, the grandeur of the manor's entrance alone signified that the people living here were no ordinary folks. The scale of this manor could rival that of a small town and, in fact, it was merely a private estate. That's right, the automatic sliding doors at the entrance were closed.

A private manor, not open to the public.

This is the true definition of filthy rich. It's uncertain whether the Zhao Family is wealthier than the Zhan Family, but speaking of housing scale, the Zhao Family's manor certainly trumps the Zhan Family's villa by hundreds of times, at least.

Of course, a house doesn't represent everything. Some people like to show off, others prefer to keep it low-key. It doesn't mean that if your house is bigger, you're richer than the Zhan Family, but the size of their house at least suggests one thing—they're definitely not poor.

When it comes to treatment, one has to treat these wealthy groups to skim off some benefits! Zhu Bufan muttered to himself inwardly, yet his face didn't betray a hint of this thought.

On the other hand, Zhan Feihuang, a young lady of a respectable family, couldn't contain her excitement and chattered away, "Hubby, hubby, when we get rich, we must buy a house even bigger and more luxurious than this one, don't you agree?"

"No problem, I'll buy you whatever you want!" Zhu Bufan replied nonchalantly, despite not having a single cent in his pocket. It wasn't just a matter of composure.

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