overbearing

Chapter 1

"See, she is Yang Yuran, she is really embarrassing to our overseas student circle, she knows how to seduce Li Shuo."

"God, I don't like her a long time ago. Look at the color of her dyed hair, she thinks she is an anime character. Only stupid men will be deceived by her appearance and think she is innocent."

"That's right, let someone's fiancée be caught and raped to the school, so I'm ashamed to put myself in the position of an innocent victim."

Discussions are like the buzzing of flies, never stopping.

Yang Yuran, who was at the center of the topic, covered her face with her hands, crying like pear blossoms with rain, as if she was too ashamed to face others.

The cold wind in late autumn blew her silver-purple curly hair, and she was as weak as if she might be blown down by the cold wind at any time, causing the men onlookers to be overprotective and cast unkind glances at He Ningyue.

He Ningyue made Stare even more annoyed, snorted heavily, and amplified the abuse: "Fox, you still have the face to cry when you snatch my fiancé. Since you said that Li Shuo declared that he was single, then let him come out and admit it himself."

"That's right, call Senior Li to come out, you'll know everything after confrontation."

The women onlookers approached He Ningyue one after another, expressing their support with actions.

However, Yang Yuran seemed weak, but he had a very righteous idea, and said decisively: "He is busy with graduation research, so don't affect him with our affairs. If you say I am wrong, then take it all as my fault, and take all your anger at me." Come on, I'll take it."

The words of beating and scolding, not only failed to appease He Ningyue, but also completely destroyed her last good qualities.Stretching forward, half of the slap action was replaced by a tug, and curses blurted out.

"No wonder Li Shuo made you so obsessed that you forgot your true heart. You are so scheming. Let me tell you, Li Shuo is playing with you at best. He doesn't care about you at all. Don't pretend to be affectionate in front of me. Don't let Li Shuo down today. Shout out, you go back to the country and wait to be kicked out by the Yang family."

"Ah, it hurts!" Yang Yuran cried out weakly.

The seductive voice made the men feel more pity and tenderness, and you persuaded me one by one: "Forget it, why make it difficult for her to be alone."

"That's right, I can't control men myself, so what are you doing bullying your female compatriots?"

The more someone protects her, the more women will hate her for pretending to be a poor little white flower.

"Do you think you can avoid being slapped by covering your face?"

He Ningyue's two companions were more straightforward, they reached out and grabbed Yang Yuran's other arm, and helped He Ningyue pull her hands off her face.

The face without any makeup was revealed, and a pair of fox eyes were full of tears, full of sadness and grievance.The men can no longer stand idly by, and their desire to protect dominates them to act as flower protectors.The three blocked the menacing women, and the two grabbed Yang Yuran and sent her back to the dormitory.

Yang Yuran couldn't help trembling, and staggered forward, still chanting affectionate words: "I will leave brother Shuo, I will leave here, I will disappear from his world, you don't want to affect his graduation research."

Back in the dormitory, Yang Yuran packed her luggage without hesitation, and emailed her graduation thesis to her tutor.

After completing the departure procedures, I resolutely bid farewell to my roommate and headed to the airport.

Sitting in the waiting hall, she sadly opened WeChat and found more than ten messages from Li Shuo.

She read it carefully one by one, and pressed out the last blessing with her cold fingertips: May you successfully win the Research Excellence Award, and wish you smooth and happy future.

Staring blankly at the blessing representing the end, he was dazed for a moment, tried to restrain his mind, wiped the red and swollen eye sockets with a tissue, rejected the other party's video application, and blocked all the other party's contact information.

Sniffing his nose, taking a deep breath and exhaling heavily, he got up and walked to the boarding gate.

It takes 15 hours to fly back to Hangzhou from Connecticut. Yang Yuran boarded the plane in the evening. Since she was crying most of the day, it was difficult for her to be in a good mood to enjoy the cloud view outside the window. She fell asleep exhausted on the couch.

In the dream, she saw Mother Yang's crying face again. Ever since her uncle passed away, and her aunt brought her cousin to join her family, Mother Yang would always shed tears.

The dream reappeared ten days ago, when Yang's mother told her via video that Yang's father had filed for divorce.

In fact, starting from the extra fingerprints on Yang's mother's face, she had already expected the result of her parents' relationship.

"Mom, why don't you come to Connecticut? I've established an overseas study institution here, and the development is pretty good. Although I can't give you a luxurious life like my dad, I can guarantee that we have no worries about food and clothing."

Yang Yuran persuaded Yang's mother many times, but the effect was the same as this time, it was useless.

Yang's mother categorically rejected her: "Ran Ran, I will not leave the Yang family. Your father relied on your grandpa's company to develop. Last year your grandpa just kicked his legs, and he plans to marry his younger siblings this year. He is simply whimsical, I won't let him do it."

Yang Yuran closed her eyes tiredly, and persuaded patiently: "Mom, people can choose how to live their own lives, why bother to take the most painful path?"

"Ran Ran, I am not reconciled. Your father is not afraid that the elders of the Yang family will scold him. I still want to be a man. As long as I am alive, this adulterer and whore will not be happy! No need to say anymore, you stay in Don't come back from abroad."

Mother Yang expressed her decision angrily and hung up the video.The dream after that was very chaotic, interspersed with a lot of memories, including Yang’s father lovingly carrying her on his shoulders when she was a child, and her aunt’s timid expression when she first lived in her house, when Yang’s mother naively shared everything about herself with her aunt.

At the age of 16, she was pushed into the swimming pool by her cousin. The water was so icy and it was difficult to breathe. The fear of death was far more piercing than Yang's father's partial words.

It's so cold, she really wants to wake up, but there are always two people holding her and dragging her into an abyss where she can't break free.

Calling for help, she choked on more water, grabbed a hand helplessly, and forcefully pushed away the nightmare that entangled her.

Waking up slowly, a Spanish tailor-made suit slipped off her body.Picking it up and feeling the remaining temperature on it, for some reason a strange dress gave her a great sense of security.

But whose clothes are they?

Looking up and looking around, she and the second-row seats were the only ones among the 12 seats in the first-class cabin. She vaguely remembered that when she bought the ticket, there was only the last one left.

Surprise flashed by, and he fixedly observed the air partner who had never communicated.The man was lying in the reclined seat, seemingly in a deep sleep.

The gold-rimmed glasses hung on the man's tall nose and he forgot to take them off, and the thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes.Just when she cast her gaze, the man seemed to have a sense, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was about to wake up.

Yang Yuran hastily withdrew her scrutiny, folded the opponent's suit, and placed it next to him.Put on your hat, wrap your scarf, and leave first class.

In upper-class circles, provoking beyond one's means has always been equated with trouble.There are enough troubles about her, and a man who can cover the entire first-class cabin should stay away.

(End of this chapter)