Jiang Lan originally just wanted to keep her identity a secret and be an ordinary student.
She never expected her class adviser, who treated people according to their status, to make things difficult for her at every turn, or her well-off classmates to mock and frame her.
Watching it all unfold, Jiang Lan smiled faintly. She was done pretending. The truth was, she was a wealthy heiress.
Her class adviser was so scared that she came to apologize that very night.
The classmates who had looked down on Jiang Lan also came one after another to apologize.
Jiang Lan was savoring the satisfying moment of face-slapping when someone suddenly pulled her into a narrow alley.
He braced one hand against the wall, trapping her in the crook of his arm.
Leaning close, he gazed at her face and teased her softly in her ear. “I never thought you were a rich heiress. You kept that pretty well hidden. You even fooled me.”
He gently caressed her face, his eyes on her full, tender lips. Unable to resist, he pressed his lips to hers. When the kiss ended, he pulled her tightly into his arms, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones. Resting his head against her shoulder and neck, he whispered reverently in her ear, “Jiang Lan, don't leave me. Please, never leave me.”
