It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 107

“Xiao Xiao.”

The sudden call interrupted the engagement ceremony. People stopped and turned toward the voice, staring at the unexpected guest at the doorway.

Wei Xiaoxiao turned her head, her earrings swinging in the motion, and for a brief moment, time seemed to blur. She overlapped in memory with her school-uniform-clad self from years ago.

Back then, to create lighting effects indoors, all the lights had been turned off, leaving only a spotlight on Wei Xiaoxiao. Another beam of light shone through the hall’s entrance, illuminating Jiang Shiyu in white.

The master of ceremonies looked at Huo Yan in surprise, switching the microphone from her left hand to her right and back again, unsure whether to continue.

The guests started whispering among themselves.

Who is that? A little lover?
Daring enough to crash the Huo family’s event!
Huo Yan grew up in Southeast Asia and mingled in both the underworld and high society; this girl really isn’t afraid.
Wow, it’s like a TV drama coming to life—I love it!
Actually, I can understand it. The Huo family marriage is political. Who really cares about love? It’s all about arrangement.

Meanwhile, Jiang Shiyu had already walked up to Wei Xiaoxiao. She looked the same as before: naturally curled short hair, square-frame glasses resting on her nose. She wore a white shirt and black cargo pants with a tear at the knee—likely from running too fast to get here.

“Xiao Xiao.”

When their eyes met, Jiang Shiyu, who prided herself on being calm, choked up. Close, she whispered:

“I love you. I have never stopped loving you. Back in school, I felt unworthy, so I broke up with you. I thought… after achieving something in life, I could be with you as equals. After returning to the country, I wanted to confess, but the words I chose only made you misunderstand me. I’m sorry.

I know I’m clumsy with words. Every time I tried to explain myself, I only made things worse. What Wan Jia said is right—I don’t need to say it so poetically. I just want to tell you my true feelings. So here it is… I love you. Every moment I spent in the UK, I was loving you.”

Her voice released ten years of suppressed emotions and thousands of days of longing in a single instant.

Wei Xiaoxiao didn’t respond. She closed her eyes, and a single tear traced down her face—part despair, part a glimpse of light in a dark place.

She turned toward Huo Yan, seated in a wheelchair.

Huo Yan didn’t look up but sensed Wei Xiaoxiao’s gaze. Calmly, she said:

“Marriage is a transaction. The contract hasn’t been signed yet. You still have time to change your mind.”

At that moment, Wei Xiaoxiao raised her hand and delivered a sharp slap to Jiang Shiyu’s face.

Smack!

The crisp sound echoed through the hall. Everyone froze, then quickly reacted.

Serves her right, she came at the worst time!
Looks like they broke up. Wei Xiaoxiao must have lost faith in love to agree to marry Huo Yan.
I agree. People have responsibilities. She promised to marry Huo Yan, so even if she still loves someone else, she has to let go.
Hey, leave quickly! Don’t hold up the ceremony!

The guests’ voices grew louder. Ye Wanjia stood up, intending to help diffuse the situation and escort Jiang Shiyu out.

Unexpectedly, after slapping her, Wei Xiaoxiao grabbed Jiang Shiyu’s hand and ran toward the exit.

Her pink dress swayed like waves, the bouquet flew high, tracing a parabolic arc before landing on the red carpet.

In that instant, the graceful figure disappeared through the doorway.

Wei Xiaoxiao had runaway from her engagement.

At the engagement party of a jewelry magnate and a light-luxury brand heiress, the bride had fled.

Media representatives at the front tables immediately snapped into action, swarming toward Huo Yan:

“Miss Huo, can we get a comment?”
“Did you know she had a lover?”
“What will you do about today’s engagement?”
“What do you think of your fiancée’s betrayal?”

Ignoring Huo Yan’s disability, the journalists crouched before her, cameras pointed at her beautiful yet dangerous face.

Huo Yan slowly lifted her head, adjusting her silver-framed glasses, and calmly explained:

“Our families arranged this marriage, and we accepted it. But my designer created an engagement ring for me—the You Forever. I cannot wear it and marry someone I do not love. Wei Xiaoxiao feels the same. Today, we want to show everyone that love should not yield to power.”

“Do you mean this was planned to resist the family’s forced marriage?”
“I heard you were originally the Huo family’s illegitimate daughter. Aren’t you afraid Mr. Huo will be angry and kick you out?”
“What will you do with the engagement ring?”

The reporters’ questions came fast and furious. Huo Yan responded only with a deep, unshakable gaze and a simple statement:

“That’s none of your concern.”

Doubt, shouting, and chaos swirled. That day’s engagement had become a spectacle. And for businessmen, a spectacle was exactly what they needed.

In the afternoon, on the garden path, Ye Wanjia held hands with Pei Suye, their shadows stretching and drifting on the ground.

“So, you and Huo Yan had planned this from the start?”

Pei Suye shook his head. “I just knew that after Xiao Xiao met her through a blind date, I reached out to see if there was a way for Xiao Xiao to realize she loved Xiao Yu. But who expected her to escalate it like this and get engaged?”

Ye Wanjia found it bewildering. “And Xiao Yu? That blockhead wouldn’t suddenly think to crash the engagement.”

Pei Suye looked up at the sunlight filtering through the leaves and said:

“Looks like she went after Xiao Yu too. Same trick, done twice.”

Ye Wanjia was even more confused. “But why? Making a scene like this will affect the Huo family’s image. And she just returned to the country, doesn’t she want to establish herself here first?”

Pei Suye pondered, guessing a reason:

“Maybe… that’s exactly why she did it. To secure her footing.”

Wei Xiaoxiao fleeing the wedding and Huo Yan’s engagement party becoming a fiasco—any news of this in the business world would be explosive. Especially together.

The social media buzz and traffic instantly skyrocketed. Not to mention, Huo Yan’s speech had unconsciously created and glorified one thing—love.

Within an hour of the runaway engagement, the You Forever crystal couple rings, expected to sell for 10 million, had sold 90 million.

Huo Yan had a performance target of 50 million to get the general manager position promised by the Huo family.

“Miss Huo.” The butler arrived from the Huo family estate and knocked on the door of the lounge. “Master asked me to bring you home for dinner.”

Huo Yan turned back in her wheelchair, tilting her neck slightly, her gaze sharp and disdainful:

“From today onward, call me General Huo.”

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