Jiang Tao looked down on the poor campus heartthrob.
More than once, she complained to me that he had no manners, was a hopelessly dense straight man, and knew nothing about romance.
During a club event, she deliberately linked arms with me and flaunted our relationship in front of him.
“A-Zhao, let's get married after we graduate this year, okay? I want to honeymoon in Iceland. Then we'll come back and have our wedding. I want it to be something truly grand.”
I silently watched her put on an act, my heart turning cold.
She thought I didn't know what she'd said to the campus heartthrob herself:
“Zhao Rang, are you jealous? I know you have feelings for me. Just say you love me, and I'll elope with you, all right?”
