After Breaking Up With The Wealthy Heiress - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Late April in Liucheng had already begun to simmer.

During the day, temperatures reached nearly 35°C, and even the night carried a thick, restless heat. At 10:00 PM, the University Town area remained bustling. Whether it was the “Galaxy Stomach Protection Squad” food street outside the gates or the sports fields on campus, young people claimed every corner. At the sports field especially, casual activities were in full swing—someone playing guitar drew rounds of applause, while others danced in groups to rhythmic screams.

None of this had anything to do with Fang Yu. Her life didn’t include such entertainment.

At this moment, she was wearing a work cap, an anti-fog mask, and gloves, mechanically and fluidly preparing the last milk tea order of the night. The shop was located on the snack street of Liucheng University. The tiny workspace was thick with a cloying, complex sweetness. Only she and another part-timer, Li Lan, were on shift. It was late, so most people were heading to the nearby late-night food stalls rather than buying milk tea.

The shop was quiet, with no music playing. An old wall fan creaked as it turned, yet it didn’t even budge the strands of hair peeking out from under Fang Yu’s cap.

At the counter, the male student who bought the drink stared at her without reservation. His phone buzzed incessantly with messages from roommates urging him to get the WeChat of this mysterious, new server. He had just sent a video of her to their group chat. In the video, despite her work uniform, Fang Yu’s clear beauty was undeniable; the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose made her look endearingly cute.

The boy replied “Don’t rush me” to his friends, then looked up with a smile as Fang Yu wiped down the cup with a clean cloth. She looked at him and asked, “Is this for here or to go?”

The bright shop lights illuminated Fang Yu’s face, making it even harder to look away. The boy shook his head. “To go.”

He then flashed a bright smile. “Would it be convenient to give me your contact info? I can place orders with you in advance next time.”

Behind them, Li Lan—who was wiping the workspace—glanced at Fang Yu and silently synchronized her mental clock with the answer Fang Yu was about to give: “It’s not convenient.”

Because it was always a rejection.

“Why?” the boy pressed.

Fang Yu handed the drink over with a cold expression. Her lips moved slightly: “You can add our boss. He will notify us.” She even held up a board prepared by her employer, featuring a WeChat QR code and a self-indulgent photo of a man with a thick beard.

The boy: “…”

He took a breath and finally asked directly, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

Without skipping a beat, Fang Yu nodded. “Yes.” She pretended to be confused. “Is there anything else?”

“…No. Goodnight.” The boy took his tea, pierced the plastic film with a straw, and left. The tea was sweet, but it tasted bitter as he walked away.

Once he was gone, Li Lan whispered, “Fang Yu, that guy was actually pretty handsome. Much better looking than the previous ones.”

Fang Yu’s expression remained flat as she tucked away the boss’s board. “Mhm.”

Li Lan adjusted her mask and took a sip of water. “But I could’ve guessed with my toes that you’d reject him. You say that every time. If it were me, I’d at least add them and keep them as ‘fish in the pond.'” Fang Yu didn’t work every day, but whenever she was there, people approached her—some direct, some subtle. All were rejected.

Fang Yu glanced at her while cleaning the sink. “Let’s just get off work.”

“OK!” Li Lan replied, tidying up quickly.

A while later, the two finished packing up. As they carried out the trash, Li Lan asked, “Are you not coming tomorrow?”

“No,” Fang Yu replied, looking up at the dark night sky. Her voice sounded tired. “I have another part-time job tomorrow night.”

“…Tough. What are your plans after graduation?” Li Lan had known Fang Yu through part-time work for two years. She knew Fang Yu had far less “breathing room” than she did. Tonight, for example, Fang Yu had come straight from her internship at a law firm without even having a proper meal, standing for hours making drink after drink.

Looking at her, Li Lan realized Fang Yu wasn’t a superhero. The exhaustion in her eyes was more obvious than her usual aloofness.

“One step at a time,” Fang Yu said. She didn’t mind chatting.

“Same here,” Li Lan grinned. “Who needs so many plans? Taking it as it comes is fine too.”

They crossed the snack street and headed toward the plaza. Fang Yu no longer lived in the dorms. Her part-time jobs kept her out late, and she didn’t want to deal with the dorm curfew or wake her roommates. She lived in a rented apartment with her mother—a one-bedroom place where her mother slept in the living room so they could have two “rooms.”

As they passed the school auditorium, a speech competition was just ending. People were pouring out, looking radiant; those who won prizes laughed loudly.

Fang Yu didn’t pay them much mind. She lowered her head and unlocked her phone. She saw a message received at 9:00 PM from a contact saved as “xxx.”

xxx: See you tonight.

xxx: Wait for me obediently.

Fang Yu’s thumb brushed the screen. A micro-smile flickered across her lips before she pressed it down. She adjusted her glasses and replied: Mhm. Then, thinking that was too brief, she added: I’m off work now.

There was no immediate reply. Fang Yu wasn’t in a hurry. The night breeze felt a bit lighter now, brushing away some of her fatigue.

Suddenly, a male voice rang out from the auditorium stairs. The voice wasn’t important, but the name he shouted was: “Tan Yunshu from the School of Art!”

Fang Yu froze. Her gaze drifted uncontrollably toward the source. The crowd erupted into cheers. Even the teachers acting as judges stood by to watch the drama. Li Lan grabbed Fang Yu’s arm, stopping her.

“It’s a confession scene!” Li Lan whispered, acting as a commentator.

It was graduation season, and public displays of affection were frequent. Tan Yunshu was a household name at the university; she was far too famous. Fang Yu didn’t speak. She pursed her lips and held her breath as Tan Yunshu appeared.

The crowd instinctively made way for the “Female Lead.” A broadcast major, Tan Yunshu was one of the hosts for tonight’s event. She was in full makeup, wearing a cinched long dress—composed and elegant. Because it was cooler outside, she had a thin denim jacket draped over her shoulders. She was tall and naturally commanded the spotlight.

The “Male Lead” looked decent—handsome and tall enough. He held a bouquet of vivid flowers and walked toward her. Both looked like they were standing in a spotlight.

Fang Yu was too far away to hear the conversation, but she saw Tan Yunshu accept the flowers. As the crowd screamed, Fang Yu’s expression darkened. Her tone turned sharp: “I’m leaving first.”

“Wait for me!” Li Lan chased after her.

Fang Yu’s aura had turned icy. Li Lan, not being very close to her, didn’t know why. As they approached the dorms, Li Lan sighed. “I wonder if my roommates are back. Some of them work so late. College students are so cheap these days.” She paused. “I guess most of us are just ordinary people. Someone like that rich miss Tan Yunshu is a world away from us. It’s a gap we’ll never cross in a lifetime.”

Tan Yunshu was famous for another reason: she was the heiress of the Junling Hotel Group.

“Mhm,” Fang Yu nodded numbly. “Goodnight.”

After parting ways, Fang Yu took out her phone. She saw a reply from “xxx.”

xxx: Where are you?

Fang Yu thought of that glaring bouquet of flowers and lowered her eyes. After a few seconds of internal struggle, she gave in: Under Girls’ Dorm Building 1.

xxx: Still there. I’ll be there in a few minutes.

Fang Yu obediently waited at “there”—the end of a path where few people noticed. It was shielded by trees and dimly lit. She had met “xxx” here many times.

A familiar black sedan soon pulled up. It wasn’t a flashy car—a common brand seen all over campus. Fang Yu let out a breath and pulled open the door.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, the person saved as “xxx” was none other than the “Female Lead” from ten minutes ago: Tan Yunshu.

The light inside the car was warm and dappled by shadows of leaves. It did nothing to hide Tan Yunshu’s beauty. Her chestnut curls were draped over her shoulders. She rested one hand on the steering wheel, her eyes curving into a smile as she looked at Fang Yu. “Been waiting long?”

“No.” Fang Yu’s eyes immediately fell on the flowers in the back seat. Her posture stiffened. She adjusted her glasses again, trying to mask her awkwardness.

Tan Yunshu watched the movement and let out a soft laugh. “Take the glasses off later, okay?” She tucked her hair back. “We’ll be there soon.”

“…”

“That’s not what I meant,” Fang Yu denied. Every time they were about to kiss, the glasses had to go. Either Fang Yu took them off, or Tan Yunshu did it for her. Tan Yunshu found them cumbersome—they got in the way.

Tan Yunshu’s fingers tapped the steering wheel. She frowned slightly and fell silent. Seeing her displeasure, Fang Yu opened her mouth to speak, but before she could make a sound, Tan Yunshu unbuckled her seatbelt. She grabbed her denim jacket and draped it over both their heads, creating a private tent that no one could see into.

Tan Yunshu reached out a fair hand and precisely, gently removed Fang Yu’s glasses, hooking them on her slender finger. In the near-total darkness, Tan Yunshu’s breath was steady but hot against Fang Yu’s skin.

Fang Yu pressed her palms against the other woman’s shoulders, her eyelashes trembling. The next moment, Tan Yunshu’s lips pressed against hers. She gave Fang Yu’s lower lip a firm but gentle bite before whispering:

“Are you waiting for me now?”

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