It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 105

Spring breeze stirred, and the tranquil lake rippled gently. Slender willow branches swayed above the water, touching it thrice, sending concentric circles across the surface.

Perspiration dampened their skin, faces flushed, breaths mingling—within the dimly lit bedroom, it was as if a furnace burned continuously, radiating a steady warmth.

On the bed, two delicate figures lay entwined. Ye Wanjia half-lay draped over Pei Suye, snuggling pitifully into his neck, softly murmuring:

“How long has it been since I told you I love you?”

Pei Suye lay on his back, head slightly tilted toward her, recalling recent memories. Unable to pinpoint the exact day, he said:

“We’re old married folks now; no need to say it all the time.”

Ye Wanjia wasn’t convinced. She propped herself up, kissed his cheek, and looked down at him. Strands of hair fell across her face, eyes locking with his, shimmering:

“I love you.”

In an instant, warmth coursed through her heart, spreading in threads that intertwined with her very being.

At the conclusion of the novel Miss Pei and Miss Ye, the author wrote:

“Ten years is long enough for us to go from first meeting to deep love. Ten years is also too short, leaving me unable to express all my feelings. Some say all who fall in love are poets. I am not. My words are not one ten-thousandth of you. Humble as I am, all I can do is tell you every day, sincerely: I love you.”

That night’s proposal did not succeed.

Because Ye Wanjia clung to Pei Suye the entire time, sharing the same pillow.

The long, soft rhythm of breathing whispered in his ear. Pei Suye listened as his beloved fell asleep, eyes staring at the ceiling, lost in thought—

It seemed that until the issue with Wei Xiaoxiao was resolved, Xiao Ye wouldn’t be at ease.

What awaited Pei Suye and Ye Wanjia was not Wei Xiaoxiao’s hesitation, nor Jiang Shiyu’s pursuit.

It was Wei Xiaoxiao suddenly deciding to date the daughter of a jewelry tycoon.

“Isn’t that too fast?”

Ye Wanjia thought she misheard when she received the call.

“We’ve already connected on WeChat. She seems nice,” Wei Xiaoxiao replied clearly. “She’s only 19, but she wants to get married soon. Meet a few times, and it’ll probably be done.”

“19?” Ye Wanjia thought the world had gone mad. “You’re ten years older than her. At that age, shouldn’t she be in university? Why the rush to marry?”

“I don’t know,” Wei Xiaoxiao shrugged. “Rich people think differently. Maybe she wants to marry soon to appease her family. I’ll show you a photo—she’s quite pretty.”

Moments later, Ye Wanjia stared at the phone screen, almost burning through the device with her gaze:

“Are you sure she’s only 19?”

The photo showed a young woman in a wheelchair, wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and a beige blanket draped over her legs. Shoulder-length hair tied back, silver-rimmed glasses on her narrow, high-bridged nose, thin lips, sharply defined features—bearing the look of a Russian mixed-blood.

Her eyes, calm and unfathomable, radiated the aura of someone who commanded power, not with anger, but by sheer presence.

Ye Wanjia felt a chill deep in her bones. She muttered, half to herself:

“She reminds me of The Devil Wears Prada. No—not just proud, but a queen who rules life and death, like… someone.”

The image struck her profoundly. After a long pause, she finally identified the exact comparison:

“Like Daenerys in Game of Thrones.”

At such a young age, possessing such eyes, one could only wonder what she had endured growing up.

“It’s not that exaggerated,” Wei Xiaoxiao waved her hand on the phone. “Photos can be edited. Besides, being young is good—more innocent.”

Yet, an hour later, Wei Xiaoxiao would pay dearly for this seemingly casual comment.

Huo Yan, 19 years old. A childhood accident at age nine left her unable to walk, confined to a wheelchair.

Born into a wealthy merchant family, her life had never been ordinary. At 19, an age when most attend university, she had already taken over a jewelry company, serving as general manager.

That day, Wei Xiaoxiao first felt just how insignificant her small pet shop business was in front of someone from a true merchant family.

Huo Yan’s presence was even more imposing than in the photo. Though alone, it felt as if an army stood behind her. She wasn’t fierce, exactly—her face calm, eyes relaxed—but that gaze, even lightly cast, pierced straight to the core.

As Ye Wanjia said, she didn’t seem 19. She seemed more like 39 or 49, a battle-hardened business tycoon, turning fortunes with a flick of her hand.

“Why are you in such a hurry to marry at your age?”

Wei Xiaoxiao, unable to hold back, repeated her earlier argument.

Huo Yan’s eyes were calm, silver-rimmed glasses reflecting a quiet intensity. She didn’t explain further, simply taking a ring box from her handbag and placing it on the table before Wei Xiaoxiao.

“You Forever.” She explained, “Our company’s new product. The slogan is set—dedicated to all passionate love in the world.”

Wei Xiaoxiao looked at the box. A ring with blue crystal inlaid with small diamonds gleamed under the fluorescent light. It was undeniably beautiful.

Using a business mindset, she asked cautiously:

“So, you want to use your marriage to promote this ring?”

Huo Yan nodded calmly:

“Yes.”

Wei Xiaoxiao was stunned:

“You’re only 19! You’d risk your marriage for a product?”

Huo Yan’s expression didn’t change. Her thin lips moved in a measured way:

“Where there are people, there are relationships. Where there are relationships, there are transactions. Marriage can be a transaction, can’t it?”

It felt as though her eyes were not only on Wei Xiaoxiao but saw right through her.

Wei Xiaoxiao hesitated. From a business perspective, Huo Yan was right. Yet at such a young age, losing pursuit of personal love was lamentable.

“Sure, that makes sense, but… maybe think about it again? What about your parents? What do they say?” Wei Xiaoxiao tried another approach.

Huo Yan replied simply:

“I have no parents.”

At that moment, a crack appeared on her calm, flawless face.

She didn’t want to show vulnerability. The next second, she pressed forward:

“People who don’t want to marry fall into two categories: either craving freedom, or unable to move past someone from the past, no matter how hard they try. Miss Wei, which are you?”

Wei Xiaoxiao flinched, eyes panicking. She glanced at the ring, then at the nearby potted plant. After several seconds’ hesitation, she made a decision:

“Neither. Marriage? Let’s go now.”

That evening, Ye Wanjia, waiting anxiously at home, received the call. After the first sentence, she jumped out of her chair in shock:

“Engagement next week?!”

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