Chapter 3

Former teachers and classmates sent me their blessings.

I received one, then blocked one.

Wilder and Margot followed me into the same school.

Especially Margot, somehow she ended up in the same major and dormitory as me.

On the first day of school, Margot arrived last and wanted the bed near the window. When she was refused after asking others to switch places, her eyes reddened with grievance.

This wasn’t the high school we used to attend; no one would accommodate her unconditionally. She was very uncomfortable and turned her gaze to me.

I said nothing, just quietly made my bed, which made Margot cry in frustration.

The comments were also clamoring.

[What’s up with this minor character? Always lingering around.]

[Exactly, it’s tiring. She’s stealing the spotlight and bullying the heroine.]

[…Although, isn’t it Bronte’s choice whether to switch beds or not?]

[But the heroine is crying so pitifully, like a pear blossom in the rain.]

[It’s okay, the male lead will comfort her well.]

I ignored the comments. University life was fulfilling and busy. Besides studying, I began to try joining various clubs.

I also tried working part-time for different companies, not to earn much, but to learn more.

In the blink of an eye, it was junior year. Wilder and Margot were on and off, breaking up and getting back together dozens of times.

Each time was dramatic.

Tonight, Wilder was downstairs at the dormitory, arranging flowers in a heart shape for the eighth time this semester.

This time, Margot seemed determined not to go down.

I heard that Wilder accidentally hugged a junior who looked similar to her when he was drunk.

The comments were anxious.

[The heroine doesn’t know, the male lead is suffering. Something happened at his home, that’s why he drank too much and mistook someone.]

[Don’t worry, although the male lead’s dad is also a top male lead, he must have an incident for the male lead to grow, probably about to die.]

[Then the male lead will be without parents, so tragic.]

[When will these two bitter melons reconcile?]

I silently watched the comments, thinking, is Wilder’s dad really going to die?

I knew his mother passed away early.

His dad was a famous eligible bachelor, never remarried, a typical workaholic, rumored to be reclusive, turns out he was in poor health.

Currently, Shaw Group was continuously expanding, known in the industry for good treatment and high salaries.

I had already submitted my resume, but there was no response.

In the dormitory, roommates took turns persuading Margot.

“Margot, I think Wilder really knows he’s wrong this time. Look at the bag he brought, it must be worth fifty thousand.”

“Not just that, look at the jewelry Wilder’s people are holding, I’ve seen this brand, at least a million.”

“That’s amazing, Margot, just forgive him.”

Margot looked downstairs with red eyes, biting her lip, “If I forgive him so easily, he’ll make the same mistake next time.”

Roommates looked worriedly downstairs.

“Look, many people downstairs are eyeing Wilder, someone even secretly passed him a note.”

“I saw it too, it was a petite and cute sophomore.”

Margot wiped her tears and hung up on Wilder again, her face cold and stubborn, “He won’t. If he likes everyone, he wouldn’t be the man I love.”

I rolled my eyes and went downstairs to throw out the trash, seeing Wilder downstairs looking frustrated, shouting towards the third-floor dormitory balcony.

“Margot, I’ll count to three, are you coming down?”

A crowd watched the drama eagerly, joining in the countdown.

Margot remained unmoved upstairs, stubbornly turning her face away.

I dumped the trash into the bin, grabbed some sunflower seeds from my pocket, and went inside to crack them for the first time.

Wilder answered a call, his expression growing impatient. He looked at the flowers in his hand, raised them to smash, then glanced at me in the front row watching the drama.

He stopped his action, approached, and asked.

“Are you… from Margot’s dorm?”

Everyone watched me, I mumbled a response with sunflower seeds still in my mouth.

Wilder handed the flowers to me, I refused.

“Sorry, I don’t have a hobby of passing flowers for others.”

Wilder raised an eyebrow, looked deeply at the third-floor balcony, and said loudly, casually.

“Who said I wanted you to pass them on? They’re for you.”

“I’m pursuing you, will you agree?”

The surrounding people exclaimed in surprise, immediately joining in the commotion.

The people on the third floor clearly heard too, I saw Margot on the balcony turn hastily, followed by several people running out.

I looked at the flowers, vibrant roses, Margot’s favorite.

Then glanced at Wilder, still with that nonchalant, roguish demeanor unless in formal occasions.

I said nothing, waiting for Margot to jog from the dormitory building.

Ensuring she could hear, I spoke.

“Wilder, I agree.”

“We’re together.”

After speaking, amidst the crowd’s surprised exclamations, the comments went wild with ridicule.

[Damn, never seen such an ordinary, shameless minor character.]

[It’s obvious the male lead and heroine are just fighting.]

[Does this minor character really think she can cling to the male lead??]

[The male lead’s face with her, makes me sick.]

[Haha, can’t stand it! Luckily, it’s the heroine’s birthday in two days, the male lead will definitely dump her.]

[Don’t even need to wait two days, the heroine is coming, she’ll be dumped instantly!!]

I laughed, looked at the distracted Wilder, stepped forward, and hooked his neck fiercely, pressing my lips to his.