Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Looking at Yun Bilu’s delighted expression, Huang Yize slid a hand into his pocket as he revealed a faint smile. His smile was fleeting, and it could disappear in a moment.

Yun Bilu played around with the wind chime. With a light touch and a blow from the wind, she could hear the crisp sounds of the seashells clinking together. It was as though she could see the big blue sea in front of her—a place her heart sought after.

Her face revealed a blinding radiance as she turned around to look at Huang Yize. “Is this really for me? How did you know that I like these things?”

Huang Yize just smiled. Naturally, he knew what she liked. Since he couldn’t bring her to the sea, he brought these things for her to make her happy.

Seeing that Huang Yize remained silent, Yun Bilu got anxious and tugged his elbow, “Quick, tell me. How did you know? Tell me, tell me.” Even her roommates did not know her favorites and preferences this well, so how did he know that she loved these things?

“Do you think there’s anything about you that I don’t know?” As he said this, Huang Yize lowered his head and looked at Yun Bilu meaningfully.

Yun Bilu followed Huang Yize’s gaze and looked at her chest. She remembered that morning when she climbed all over him like an octopus. Her pajama top had slipped off, but his expression was so indifferent that she thought he didn’t see anything.

However, after hearing what he just said, Yun Bilu flushed a deep red. She avoided his gaze as she pretended to look at the seashells.

A glint flashed across Huang Yize’s eyes. Just by focusing her attention to somewhere else, she would conveniently forget about the subject that she had been harping on.

Finally, Yun Bilu pecked Huang Yize’s cheek and left happily with the seashells.

Upon returning to her dorm, Yun Bilu hung it up near her bed. When the wind blew from the window, it brought with it a melodious chime from the seashells.

Yun Bilu flicked the seashells with her finger and listened to the crisp sound it produced. It felt as though Huang Yize was just beside her—it was an incredible yet mysterious feeling.

While Yun Bilu was gleefully looking at the seashells, she heard a voice from the door, saying, “You still have time to look at that useless thing? There are other girls beside Young Master Huang. Yun Bilu, you won’t be happy for much longer. Hmph!”

Yun Bilu slowly turned her head and looked at Ding Maimai, who was wearing a smug smile while leaning against the door.

“Ding Maimai, what do you mean? Do you think this is funny?”

Ding Maimai stood straighter and looked at Yun Bilu before saying in a loud voice, “Yun Bilu, it’s up to you if you believe me or not. I’m just here to tell you about it. Go ahead and ask around. You’ll know what I mean. A lot of people saw Young Master Huang walking with a beautiful woman. I heard they met during the exchange. As expected from the theater school. They have both talents and looks.”

Yun Bilu heard the confidence in Ding Maimai’s words, and her expression shifted before she pursed her lips. “Ding Maimai, they were only walking together. Do you really need to come here to show off? Don’t forget that the person he held hands with is me.”

Seeing how confident and unaffected Yun Bilu was, Ding Maimai found it boring. She sniffed arrogantly and turned to leave without saying a word.

However, after Ding Maimai left, Yun Bilu sat down on her bed with a disheartened look. She stared at the seashells in a daze.

When she recovered from her trance, she used her computer and looked through the class schedules using the school’s system. The main point of it was to find out where Huang Yize was having his lessons so she could find him later.