It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 106

The Ho family is the top jewelry conglomerate in the country. Last year, Ho Yan, the illegitimate daughter of the Ho family, returned to China, causing quite a stir.

What no one expected was that, just a year later, the 19-year-old Ho Yan publicly announced her engagement.

The moment Ye Wanjia saw the engagement invitation, she could no longer suppress her inner impulse. She drove to the research institute and called Jiang Shiyu out of the lab.

“I didn’t want to interfere in your affairs. But you… you really disappointed me!”

She scolded him fiercely. Even Jiang Shiyu, who was usually rational and cold, felt his defenses crumble the moment he saw the invitation.

“You were the one who broke up with me back then. At the most beautiful moment of our love, you chose to cut it short. I thought you had come to your senses when you returned, but you still don’t know how to cherish it. Xiaoxiao has already given you enough chances, but what about you? Everything you say only causes misunderstandings. Can’t you simply say ‘I love you’? Can’t you plainly tell her how much you’ve missed her all these years? You’re top of your field, you’re a genius, but we’re not—we’re ordinary people living ordinary lives. If you want to be with someone, you need to speak in a way we can understand, not in your own way, assuming we’ll just get it!”

Jiang Shiyu said nothing, staring blankly at the invitation. Those eyes had always been used for reading, for recognizing, for thinking—but never before had they shown cracks like the collapse of the world that day.

“Xiaoyu.”

After the storm of anger subsided, everything calmed down, as if a gentle rain had soothed a raging sea. Ye Wanjia’s voice became fragmented. Through the gray clouds, she fixed her gaze on Jiang Shiyu, on those eternally rational eyes, her tone misty.

“The person I admired—the one who confessed to her with code in computer class, the one who remembered every single thing she liked without missing a detail, the one who, despite insecurities, never hesitated to love her… but…”

She choked and questioned him:

“She’s still her, and you are no longer you.”

After Ye Wanjia left, Jiang Shiyu stood at the door, dazed, then returned to the room, lost in thought.

Outside the office, in the corridor, a woman in a wheelchair waited quietly, unhurried.

“Looks like someone has already told you.”

The cold, slightly teasing voice came from the end of the corridor, as if playing with everything in her hands.

Pressing the control panel on the right armrest, the wheelchair smoothly turned right, gliding out of the corridor, leaving behind a casual remark:

“Three days from now, I hope you’ll be there in person to witness what should have been yours.”

Buzz—buzz—buzz—

The clock in the research institute building emitted a heavy chime, sending invisible waves that pierced through time and space, striking deep into the heart.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Ye Wanjia was already sitting in the bride’s preparation room.

“Xiaoxiao, are you sure about this?”

“Wanjia.”

Wei Xiaoxiao lowered her head, adjusted the hem of her dress, her eyes reddening for a moment before she swallowed it back. “Don’t ask again. My will isn’t that strong.”

After a pause, she added, “Ho Yan was right—life is one deal after another. Marriage is just one order among many.”

At 10:50 a.m., Ho Yan appeared at the door of the preparation room right on time. She wasn’t wearing a flowing gown, but a white women’s suit. Her hair was tied back simply with a leather band, and she sat in her wheelchair with a cold, solitary presence, as if on a dragon throne, arrogantly detached.

“Looks like we’re not going to be on time.”

She glanced at her watch and lightly tossed out the conclusion.

Wei Xiaoxiao felt despair, failing to grasp the meaning of the words. Ye Wanjia, however, narrowed her eyes.

“Who are you waiting for?”

Ho Yan didn’t answer, pressing a button on the wheelchair’s right armrest, which turned smoothly to the left and rolled out of the preparation room.

“If she doesn’t come, it’s no one else’s fault.”

Meanwhile, on the way from the institute to the hotel, there was a car accident—nine cars in a chain collision. Jiang Shiyu, at the end of the long line of cars, anxiously got out to look ahead, unable to see the front. He ran back into his car, then out again, watching the time slip away. His pride in being rational was completely gone.

Bang!

The car door slammed shut. A figure sprinted along the winding line of cars.

At the hotel, outside the bride’s preparation room:

The wheelchair gradually disappeared into the distance. Ye Wanjia stared at the back of the figure in the wheelchair, feeling as if a layer of fog had enveloped her, everything blurry and unclear.

Ho Yan was mysterious, but at the same time, exuded a deep sense of danger, much like her name.

At the door, a middle-aged woman who had been waiting stepped forward:

“Miss Wei, it’s time for us to go. The young lady doesn’t like waiting.”

The young lady—Ho Yan.

Ye Wanjia, her mind hazy, observed the woman who was respectful, concise, disciplined, yet commanding without anger, like a butler from the Republic era.

She felt that Ho Yan didn’t belong in the modern world; she belonged a hundred years ago, in a mysterious, turbulent era of heroes and upheaval.

Wei Xiaoxiao, carrying the heavy hem of her dress, followed Chen Yi into the banquet hall.

The hall was packed with thirty round tables. Unlike others, the two tables closest to the couple weren’t for family or friends—they were reserved for the media.

“Ladies and gentlemen, honored guests—”

The MC opened the microphone on time, his voice loud and resonant.

“Today, we celebrate the engagement of Miss Ho Yan and Miss Wei Xiaoxiao! First, let us give the couple our warmest applause and sincere blessings—”

Ye Wanjia and Pei Suye sat at the first table in the family and friends section. The MC’s voice flowed through her mind, word by word.

“See? Xiaoxiao was right.”

“What did she say?” Pei Suye leaned closer.

Ye Wanjia circled the tassels on her sleeve, recalling Wei Xiaoxiao’s assessment of Jiang Shiyu years ago:

“She said… Xiaoyu is an extremely rational person, who never takes initiative. Everything he does is calculated precisely, never impulsive… In short, he doesn’t love enough.”

Ye Wanjia had thought that after that day, Jiang Shiyu would come to his senses, rushing to stop Wei Xiaoxiao’s engagement.

But now she realized she was wrong.

Jiang Shiyu had always been so calm—there was no way he would try to stop an impending engagement. Privately seeking someone out? Impossible. Doing it at the wedding, in a dramatic, soap-opera-style public display? Even more impossible.

Pei Suye saw her friend’s disappointment. It wasn’t because she missed out on a spectacle, but because her best friend hadn’t had the chance to hear the words she had longed to hear: “I love you.”

He gently moved her stray hair behind her ear and whispered:

“How do you know she won’t come?”

Ye Wanjia pursed her lips. “Even if she came, it wouldn’t matter. That personality of hers… at most, she would nod politely and say a seemingly heartfelt blessing.”

Just then, the sound of the main door opening came from behind. A beam of light entered the hall, cutting through the dim vision with porcelain-like brightness. In the light stood a figure in black, blocking everyone’s view.

“Xiaoxiao!”

The urgent voice cut through the air, echoing through the hall.

The long-lost address pierced her eardrums.

Memory flashed back to the past: Jiang Shiyu taking the IELTS test, following hundreds of candidates out of the teaching building.

At that time, Wei Xiaoxiao stood on a platform at the main entrance, watching the flood of students pouring out like a torrent. Under the blazing sun, she stood on tiptoe, trying to spot a familiar figure from above.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind—Jiang Shiyu.

Just like today, sudden, unexpected, and startling. Back then, she had taken a detour through the back gate just to meet Wei Xiaoxiao earlier. That short-haired, black-framed glasses version of him—clever yet clumsy—had been imprinted in her memory for ten years.

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