After Seducing and Abandoning the Untouchable Beauty - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Homophobic Straight Man

It was another back-to-school season.

The entrance of University A was packed with parents’ cars. In front of the teaching buildings, academy banners with bold, enlarged fonts were stretched over rows of tables. Under the sunshades sat freshman volunteers from various colleges, along with upperclassmen from different student clubs.

Everyone was incredibly busy, with sweat and shouting echoing throughout the vibrant campus. Beneath the shade of a tree not far away, a tall, slender figure stood on the steps.

“You’re very good, but we’ve already broken up.”

A breeze blew, swaying the shadows of the trees and illuminating his face. Yu Weinian held a phone in one hand and kept the other in his pocket as he listened. He didn’t know what the other person said, but his brow furrowed slightly.

Yu Weinian pulled an enamel lighter from his pocket. As he responded, he nonchalantly played with the lighter between his fingertips.

“Don’t cry anymore, okay?” His tone was as gentle as water, a stark contrast to his impatient expression. “It’s really impossible for us.”

After finally hanging up the phone and settling the troublesome matter, Yu Weinian returned to the shade of the tent, looking relaxed.

“Done with the call?” Hang Yue held a case of mineral water in one hand and a single bottle in the other. He twisted the cap open and handed the bottle over.

Yu Weinian glanced at it; it was a separately bought brand, different from the mass-distributed mineral water given to everyone else.

He took the water and asked knowingly, “Why am I getting special treatment?”

Hang Yue gave him a half-smile. After having someone distribute the rest of the water, he sat down shoulder-to-shoulder next to Yu Weinian.

“Who doesn’t know our Young Master is both precious and particular?” he emphasized. “You only drink one brand of water.”

Yu Weinian smiled as well. “You know me well.”

Of course, Hang Yue knew Yu Weinian. They were childhood playmates who grew up together, best friends with a bond as strong as gold. He knew all of Yu Weinian’s eating and drinking habits; he was likely one of the people who understood him best in this world.

Yu Weinian was exceptionally fastidious in certain aspects. The brands of his clothes and watches, the hotels he stayed in, the restaurants he frequented, and even his daily mineral water—he stuck strictly to specific brands.

Logically, such a person should be long-term and devoted, but as it happened, Yu Weinian was a philanderer.

When it came to relationships, Yu Weinian’s sense of novelty faded quickly. He changed boyfriends like flowing water. No matter how serious or sensational the pursuit was, he could never last long in the end. A relationship never exceeded one month.

Take Yu Weinian’s last boyfriend, for example. The pursuit was sensational and romantic; anyone who saw it would have believed that Yu Weinian had truly fallen in love this time. But how much time had passed? Had it even been a week? Yu Weinian had already proposed a breakup.

Hang Yue knew his best friend’s nature. Once Yu Weinian finished his water, Hang Yue asked in a gossiping tone, “That junior who was pestering you—solved?”

Yu Weinian casually placed the mineral water on the table. Hang Yue habitually screwed the cap back on for him as he heard the frustrated reply: “Not yet.”

“Listening to the tone you used with him, a stranger would think you still had feelings left,” Hang Yue said, having overheard parts of the conversation when he passed by. “Why did you break up this time?”

Just then, a shutter click sounded from the side; someone was secretly taking a photo. Yu Weinian turned his head to look. It was a member of the News Department, wearing a press ID around their neck.

Instead of asking them to delete the photo, he generously struck a pose and smiled at the camera.

The News Department member froze, their face turning beet-red, seemingly stunned by their luck in getting a response from Yu Weinian. They stood there awkwardly, their exposed skin turning as red as a cooked shrimp. They hovered with their phone, seemingly debating whether to come over and ask for contact information.

Hang Yue didn’t even have to guess; this person definitely had feelings for Yu Weinian.

Even though Yu Weinian had a reputation as a “scumbag” (渣男), it couldn’t stop people from being drawn to his high looks and wealth. Plenty of people were willing to fly into the flame like moths, harboring the lucky thought that they might be the “special one.” Everyone fantasized about being the one to make the playboy turn back, and everyone returned in failure.

“Tell me, why did you break up?”

To prevent an innocent youth from falling into the trap, Hang Yue shifted his body to block their line of sight. He glanced sideways at the despondent little junior and teased nonchalantly, “What, found a new target already?”

Yu Weinian pressed his face against the cold mineral water to cool down. Hearing this, he raised an eyebrow. “You know the type I like.”

That little junior had good looks, but unfortunately, they were destined to be impossible. Yu Weinian only liked to take the initiative; he didn’t like people who threw themselves at him. He didn’t like things that were easily obtained.

“Why the breakup?” Yu Weinian repeated the question.

He smiled brightly, warm and friendly, but the words he whispered to Hang Yue when he turned his head were malicious to the extreme: “Because he was terrible in bed.”

“Looked good but was useless.”

“Forget it, I have no interest in teaching.”

Aside from that, there were many other reasons. For instance, the guy was overly clingy, sticking to him 24/7. Or that he lacked a sense of boundaries—nagging was one thing, but how long had they even been together? He actually wanted to move in together.

Yu Weinian found it troublesome, so he simply broke it off.

No matter how Hang Yue guessed, he never expected that to be the reason. He remained silent for a moment before saying helplessly, “Your attitude toward him is too good; he’ll mistakenly think there’s still hope for you two.”

“It’s better if he thinks that way.”

Yu Weinian rested his chin on one hand and propped the other on the table. He tapped his temple lightly, eventually curving his upturned eyes as he spoke half-seriously, “He’s my type in terms of looks. Maybe one day when I’m interested, I’ll want to try again, and we can have a friendly breakup-sex session.”

“Scumbag,” Hang Yue muttered under his breath.

Looking at Yu Weinian’s face at such a close distance, Hang Yue had to admit that he was a scumbag with plenty of capital. Their social circle didn’t lack handsome men or beautiful women, but no matter how many times Hang Yue saw Yu Weinian’s face, he couldn’t help but marvel—how did he grow up to look like this?

To put it more bluntly, when Yu Weinian’s exes were crying and dying for him or being despised by their friends, as long as they pulled out a photo of Yu Weinian, their friends would immediately express understanding. This was a face that could do every bad deed imaginable and be forgiven instantly.

The evaluation of “scumbag” was something Yu Weinian had heard countless times; it lacked novelty and carried zero offensive power. He checked the time. “I’m going to take a nap. Call me when you’re done.”

Yu Weinian had no interest in school clubs and hadn’t joined any. But Hang Yue was the president of the Graduate Student Union, and the undergraduate department was short-staffed, so he had come to help. Hang Yue had asked him if he wanted to come along, suggesting he might find someone he liked. Having just finished a “sticky” relationship, Yu Weinian was annoyed to death; how could he have the mind to start a new one?

They had plans to go drinking tonight, and he had originally intended to catch up on sleep at home, but on second thought, Hang Yue had a point. Unfortunately, he had crouched here all day and hadn’t met anyone interesting. Instead, he had cooperated with many people for group photos until his face was stiff from smiling.

Hang Yue responded. There was no air conditioning here, and the day was sweltering. The electric fans he had someone find were barely effective under the scorching sun. Not long after, the ice cubes he had ordered arrived, and he quietly placed the ice around Yu Weinian.

“Hang Yue, is Weinian asleep?” A boy approached from the side, standing on his tiptoes to take a peek. Yu Weinian was facedown on the table, wearing long sleeves; beneath the rolled-up cuffs were slender, pale wrists and an expensive designer watch.

“Some freshmen just asked me for his contact info.”

Hang Yue glanced at Yu Weinian. “Don’t give it. He doesn’t like people giving his contact info out randomly.”

The boy nodded. “I know, I didn’t.” He added, “The reactions of these freshmen are getting more exaggerated… they asked me if Weinian is the ‘face’ of our school, or if he’s an influencer. I said he’s much more impressive than an influencer…”

Yu Weinian had a good reputation and could get along with anyone; no one who spent time with him disliked him. Hang Yue knew the other person wouldn’t say these things for no reason, so he waited quietly for the rest. Sure enough, the boy lowered his voice and said, “A particularly handsome freshman arrived at the Computer Science department. I’ve seen him—he’s really handsome… There’s a huge commotion over there, and many people are trying to find ways to get his contact info.”

Handsome men and beautiful women are the focus of a crowd no matter where they are. When they enter campus as freshmen, they inevitably attract the attention of the upperclassmen. One group of seniors would specifically camp out in freshman group chats, speaking frequently to show off their charm, and once school started, they’d impatiently rush forward to offer help, aiming to seize the “first mover advantage” in romance. Another part of the seniors tried to get close to freshmen just to sell them campus SIM cards.

“But he’s very cold, extremely aloof. He doesn’t pay attention to anyone.”

Hang Yue held his water bottle, looking pensive, seemingly thinking about something.

As they were whispering, a loud noise erupted ahead, sounding like someone’s suitcase had fallen over.

Disturbed from his beautiful dream, Yu Weinian raised his head quickly, looking toward the source of the sound with an irritated expression. It was precisely this glance that allowed him to see at once the tall youth surrounded by the crowd in the front left.

The youth was dressed very simply in a campus-style white shirt and black trousers. He had a high-bridged nose, deep-set eyes, thin lips, and cold, profound features. Being disturbed seemed to make him impatient, as his brow was lightly furrowed. His aura was cold and distant, yet because of his youth, it inevitably carried a trace of “greenness.”

Yu Weinian had a severe case of “waking-up grumpiness,” but the irritation of having his dream interrupted was instantly washed away by another fierce and surging emotion. An extreme excitement and thrill made him feel like he was being electrified. It was as if his heart had been injected with oxygen; his blood flowed faster, his body temperature rose, and his breathing quickened.

He watched for a long, long time before he could barely suppress the fanatical emotion. The youth was dressed low-key, carrying a shoulder bag and only one suitcase.

Yu Weinian: “A freshman?”

“Yeah.” Hang Yue watched for a moment and concluded, “Looks like the type you’d like.”

A few seconds later, Yu Weinian let out a low laugh. “You’ve misunderstood.”

Hang Yue looked at him. “Not the type you like? For real?” His judgment shouldn’t be wrong.

Sure enough, Yu Weinian said, “For fake.”

“You’re right.” He looked straight ahead at the youth, his eyes showing unhidden interest and aggression. “He is exactly the type I like.”

Grown according to his aesthetic. A perfect, ideal type.

Yu Weinian took a sip of water, but his fingers were still trembling abnormally. He felt fresh and exhilarated. How long had it been? It had been a long time since he’d encountered this situation.

They had only just met—they didn’t even know each other’s names or had faced each other properly—yet he couldn’t control a series of physiological reactions. Racing heart, shortness of breath… without any additional conditions, he fell into an uncontrollable state of excitement. This feeling was irresistible and beyond human control; it felt more like destiny. He was destined to be hit by Cupid’s arrow here and produce a pure, instinctive attraction.

The familiar light of “hunting” sparkled in Yu Weinian’s eyes. Hang Yue saw through his thoughts instantly. “You really have your eye on him?”

“It’s been a long time since someone gave me this ‘butterflies in my stomach’ feeling,” Yu Weinian said beautifully. “My intuition tells me he is my one true love, my destiny.”

Hang Yue wasn’t fooled. “You said that about the last one, too.”

More accurately, he said it about every one.

“Should I go get his contact info for you? Or should I ask the students from his college?”

Getting contact info was simple, but Yu Weinian wanted more than just a WeChat ID. He pondered for a moment and shook his head. “No, he looks very guarded. And what if he’s straight? If my purpose is too obvious, I’ll scare him off.”

Orientation was indeed a troublesome matter. If the other person was gay, everything would be easy. This wasn’t Yu Weinian being narcissistic; he had enough capital to be confident.

“I’ll go try,” Yu Weinian said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Weinian walked out with his long legs. He raised a hand to undo a button, loosening his collar to reveal a large patch of snowy-white skin and the faint, flickering black mole beneath his collarbone.

The registration area was bustling with people and the noisy sound of suitcase wheels. Many people stopped to look as a beautiful youth passed before them. His face was androgynous, handsome to the point of being “exquisite”. In the crowd, his outfit was very eye-catching—not minimalist at all; on the contrary, his dressing was very high-profile. But because his aura and appearance were so outstanding, it didn’t look vulgar; instead, it carried a sense of almost arrogant flamboyantness.

“Holy crap? That handsome?”

“Coming to this school was the right choice…”

Yu Weinian ignored the hot gazes around him. Instead of taking the wide path to the side, he insisted on cutting through the crowd. As fate would have it, he happened to be right next to the tall youth. As they brushed past each other, he “accidentally” bumped into the other’s shoulder.

“Sorry.” Yu Weinian immediately put on a look of apology. He raised his head and met a pair of cold, distant eyes.

At such close range, the uncontrollable palpitations hit him like a tide. The youth’s aura was cold and difficult to approach. Though young, he already exhibited the charm of an adult male. Yu Weinian looked up, his heart fluttering while he felt surprised.

So tall.

The tall, broad figure loomed over Yu Weinian, allowing him to see the other’s expression very clearly. The sunlight hit from the side, outlining a cold and sharp face.

The freshman who had been bumped seemed to hate physical contact with others. He pulled away from Yu Weinian extremely quickly, his indifferent black pupils filled with intense defensiveness and disgust.

“Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going just now. Are you okay?” Yu Weinian glanced at the luggage in his hand, then stared intently at his face. “Are you a freshman? I’m a volunteer; let me help you with your luggage.”

The cold-faced youth frowned imperceptibly. “No need.”

After taking the items the orientation volunteers had prepared for him, he didn’t give Yu Weinian a chance to continue his advances and turned to leave. A very cold attitude. Almost heartless.

Yu Weinian was hesitating whether to chase after him when another figure beat him to it. This person was clean-looking; Yu Weinian felt he had seen him somewhere before—maybe they had drunk together.

“Student Bai, can we add each other on WeChat?”

The surrounding crowd slowly gathered, all looking on to watch the excitement. Yu Weinian propped up his elbow to watch. A breeze happened to blow, rustling the plane tree leaves. The shifting light and shadows fell on the tall youth’s shoulders and eyes, like a scene from an idol drama.

Yu Weinian was in a superior position and could see the scene perfectly. Thus, he could also clearly see the unhidden disgust in the tall youth’s eyes. And an extremely cold response: “Get out of the way.”

Not agreeing, not refusing, but choosing to ignore him directly. Such disregard was even more humiliating than a direct rejection. Yu Weinian watched the receding figure, already having an idea of what to do.

Having achieved his goal, he circled back to his college’s area.

Hang Yue folded his arms and watched. “How was it?”

Yu Weinian: “Feels like a straight man.”

The specifically manufactured physical contact obviously made the other party very repulsed. Faced with the advances of someone of the same sex, the other party’s first reaction was very authentic.

There is an invisible radar between gay people. He was a very accurate judge of character, and he was certain the other person didn’t show any of the signals a gay person should have. Intuition told Yu Weinian that his love-at-first-sight target was not only straight but also severely homophobic.

Sure enough—

“Bai Yinqing. College of Computer Science and Technology. The top scorer this year. No surprises, he’ll also be this year’s student representative.”

“He looks like a straight man—and a very difficult one to handle,” Hang Yue said. “I just sent someone to ask. Since he entered the school, plenty of people have asked for his contact info, but he hasn’t given out a single one. He’s very cold to people. Some men made advances to him, and he showed extreme disgust. Nine times out of ten, he’s severely homophobic.”

It was close to what Yu Weinian had guessed. But it was understandable; with Bai Yinqing’s appearance, he must be harassed constantly. Over time, it was inevitable he’d develop a stereotypical impression of this specific group.

Yu Weinian: “More difficult to handle than I imagined.”

Hang Yue looked up. “Then are you going to give up?”

“How is that possible?”

Yu Weinian leaned back casually in his chair, his long legs crossed. He tilted his head—a habit of someone used to being served when lighting a cigarette.

Hang Yue approached with the enamel lighter. Click. A blue flame licked the end of the cigarette between Yu Weinian’s fingers.

“Bai Yinqing hits every single one of my aesthetic points; giving up is impossible. Besides, what’s the fun in something easily obtained?” Yu Weinian tilted his chin slightly, biting the cigarette butt, a fierce desire for the hunt swirling in his eyes. “You know me—I like people who don’t like me. The higher the difficulty, the more excited I get.”

“The more I can’t have it, the more I want it.”

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