It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 108

The runaway wedding incident escalated far beyond anyone’s expectations, even spilling over into the business world, trending on hot search lists for an entire week.

Originally, when Wei Xiaoxiao ran away, she would have likely faced harsh criticism from netizens. But Huo Yan’s response resolved the trouble for her—

They had planned the runaway wedding together to resist an arranged marriage.

Such a bold act quickly drew attention both domestically and internationally. When Wei Xiaoxiao fled, the shot of her skirt flying up was replayed across every major media platform.

“Have you ever gone crazy for someone in your life? If not, what a pity.”
“Rushing toward the most beautiful love in the most beautiful years—nothing could be more perfect.”
“Huo Yan’s reaction really hits me! Who understands this? Two people about to enter marriage planning the same thing—this kind of mutual trust.”
“Their engagement rings are beautiful too. The slogan is perfect—‘To all the passionate love in the world.’”
“Does Huo Yan have someone she likes? Otherwise, she wouldn’t have called off the marriage.”
“She’s only 19, yet she faces media questioning with calmness. A rising star in the business world is emerging.”

The public reaction was intense. The next day, when Wei Xiaoxiao contacted Jiang Shiyu wanting to apologize in person, she received instead Huo Yan forwarding the announcement of her appointment as General Manager of Lansheng Splendid.

“No need to apologize.”

Huo Yan’s voice remained as cold as ever, yet this time carried a trace of satisfaction beneath its icy tone.

“You Forever” sold 200 million in one night—but I won’t give you any shares.”

At 19, she managed to outmaneuver women ten years her senior in knowledge and experience. Even more terrifying, she was willing to sacrifice her first marriage for it.

“Is marriage not allowed to be a transaction?”

She always said this.

Wei Xiaoxiao remained silent for a long while. While she could understand Huo Yan’s need to make sacrifices in order to survive the treacherous Huo family, in the eyes of a 19-year-old yearning for love, the ability to calmly orchestrate such a huge plan felt powerful, yet somewhat lacking in emotion.

“Huo Yan.”

For the first time, she used Huo Yan’s full name, to lend gravity to her next words.

“Although life is full of transactions, I still hope that one day, you find someone who truly loves you—not for transactions, not for money, but who will give everything to love you.”

Huo Yan paused for a long, long moment, her eyes shifting slightly, then finally said:

“No such person exists.”

Days passed, and everyone returned to the paths meant for them.

Wei Xiaoxiao had no plans to inherit her parents’ business and continued running her pet shop. After the runaway wedding incident, however, more customers came for pet breeding services.

Jiang Shiyu continued working at the research institute. Recently, he cured a first-class protected Siberian tiger, and his team received a commemorative banner. He also appeared on TV for an interview.

Pei Suye returned to school for classes. A newly developed drug for a blood disorder had shown promising results, and preparations for patent applications were underway.

Ye Wanjia took charge in the surgical room of the veterinary hospital, performing several complex internal injury operations weekly, utilizing techniques learned from Leo in the past.

By June, the 20th was Pei Suye’s birthday. Ye Wanjia planned a trip to Beidaihe to watch the stars.

“Let’s leave one day early so we can arrive by evening and watch the midnight stars to celebrate your birthday.”

Pei Suye checked her schedule, hesitating:

“There’s a lecture on the evening of the 19th, which might end around 9 pm.”

Looking at her own hospital schedule, Ye Wanjia frowned:

“I’m not on duty on the 19th, but there’s a surgery. Ugh…”

Even by plane, it would take two hours to travel from Nanzhou, not including boarding and reaching the destination. Midnight stargazing seemed impossible.

Her hair falling loosely, she lowered her head like a wilted flower. Pei Suye came up from behind, hugging her, whispering softly:

“Let’s leave on the evening of the 19th. Even if we miss midnight, as long as it’s the stars of the 20th, it counts as celebrating your birthday.”

Her gentle voice, like a violin, made Ye Wanjia’s heart flutter. She turned and nestled into Pei Suye’s embrace.

“Mm.”

After the 20th, Pei Suye would be 30.

Ye Wanjia recalled how they first met ten years ago. Pei Suye seemed unchanged—always gentle and soft, like the first warmth of spring sunlight: not blazing hot, yet warm; not dazzling, yet radiant.

On the 19th, Pei Suye went to school on time, and Ye Wanjia arrived early at the veterinary hospital.

No one expected that a torrential downpour would occur that day.

In the quiet surgical room, only the hum of equipment filled the space. A sudden flash of lightning shook the floor.

“Dr. Ye, it’s thundering.”

An assistant holding a tray of instruments reminded her.

Ye Wanjia focused on the tumor beneath the layers of tissue, her eyes unblinking under the surgical lights:

“Stay focused on the operation table.”

The assistant shivered, trying to block out the thunder: “Okay.”

At Nanzhou University, in the basement classroom of the Sixth Teaching Building, Pei Suye was lecturing about her published research papers, using them to teach students how to apply scientific thinking to their projects.

On the screen was a treatment chart from her PhD research showing over a 40% difference in efficacy. Even students with no lab experience could sense its remarkable results.

“Because it significantly lowers production costs, it caused a minor sensation.”

Just as she finished speaking—

Boom—

Another clap of thunder outside. A student in the front row joked:

“Looks like a big sensation indeed.”

Laughter spread through the classroom. The once-stern 28-year-old professor was unexpectedly warm and approachable.

Continuing with her lecture, a graduate assistant quietly approached:

“Professor Pei, the rain is getting heavy, and the basement is flooding. Can we speed up the lecture, or it will get worse.”

Pei Suye took two steps forward, observing the entrance. Indeed, the floodwaters were seeping in.

“Let’s end here for today, so everyone can get back to the dorms safely.”

The assistant considered: “Okay, we’ll arrange another time. Sorry, Professor Pei!”

Pei Suye smiled calmly: “It’s alright. Safety comes first.”

She leaned toward the microphone, addressing the students:

“Students, the rain is too heavy. The basement will soon flood. For your safety, today’s lecture will—”

—Bang!

Before she could finish, the classroom door slammed shut.

Buzz!

The electrical system collapsed; all lights went out.

“Ah—”
“It’s a blackout!”
“Who closed the door? What’s happening?”
“So dark! Scary—ah—”

The basement, windowless and dark, felt like a prison cell. Students screamed in panic. The assistant checked the door with her phone light, pulling the lock hard—it didn’t budge. Earlier, she had purposely disengaged a small lock to prevent the door from closing automatically. Now, the wind had slammed it shut, and even the key couldn’t open it.

Moreover, the door was designed to open inward, not outward. Even if several boys tried to ram it, it wouldn’t open.

“Professor Pei, what do we do?”

The assistant, recently graduated at 25, was at a loss.

Pei Suye opened her phone. The storm and enclosed space had killed the signal. The last message in WeChat had been from Ye Wanjia over two hours ago:

“In the operating room! Missing for 3 hours.”

The gentle face from her phone screen rose—probably, she herself was the one truly lost now.

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