Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Li Chuxue sat in the third row, her fingers unconsciously tightening.

She also applied to Professor Chen's lab, prepared materials for three months, and received only a formatted rejection email.

And Mo Ye was invited so casually.

That was the first time she noticed Mo Ye.

She later learned that this was just the tip of the iceberg.

In the department's courses, Mo Ye was always the first to hand in assignments and had the highest accuracy rate;

In any competition he participates in, the first prize is almost a sure thing.

There are even rumors that he had already independently completed several enterprise-level projects during his sophomore year, with code as elegant as a work of art.

Li Chuxue has been known as a "genius girl" since she was a child.

She was exceptionally beautiful and excelled academically until she met Mo Ye.

It was a disparity that left her feeling hopeless—knowledge that she struggled with to comprehend, Mo Ye seemed to have been born with;

The code she stayed up all night writing might be full of room for optimization in his eyes.

I don't know when it started, but that competitive spirit has changed.

She started paying attention to Mo Ye's class schedule and creating "chance encounters";

Find out his preferences and give him coffee beans and a mechanical keyboard that are supposedly very expensive;

He even posted anonymously on the campus forum, implying that their relationship was unusual.

Mo Ye initially politely declined:

"Thank you, I don't drink coffee."

"I'm used to my current keyboard."

Later, they simply ignored it.

Some people on the forum mocked her as a "simp," but she didn't care.

Li Chuxue doesn't even look down on people who are easily obtained.

She stubbornly believed that only someone with her looks and talent was worthy of standing beside Mo Ye.

As for those who say she's not good enough—it's nothing but jealousy.

"Xiaoxue?" Wu Bing nudged her.

Li Chuxue took a deep breath, picked up the cup of milk tea on the table that had long since gone cold, took a sip, and found that the sweet taste could not suppress the bitterness in her heart.

She raised her chin, trying her best to maintain her usual aloof demeanor:

"It's nothing. It's just a daughter."

She paused, as if trying to convince herself, or perhaps explaining to Wu Bing:

"Perfect, I don't want to have children either."

Maintaining your figure and physical condition is the most important thing.

As she spoke, her slender fingers unconsciously brushed across her flat stomach and taut waistline.

Wu Bing immediately nodded in agreement, her tone carrying her usual ingratiating and biased manner:

"Exactly! And who knows what kind of person that child's mother is? She's definitely not even half as good as you, Xiaoxue."

Li Chuxue didn't respond, but the slight upturn of her lips showed that she was quite pleased with what she said.

She picked up the expensive limited-edition milk tea that she had specially bought for Mo Ye, stood up, and walked straight towards Mo Ye and the other two.

Her steps remained graceful, her back ramrod straight, as if she were not facing a potential embarrassment, but rather making a declaration of her inevitable victory.

As Mo Ye listened to Shen Qing's witty remarks, he caught a glimpse of that familiar yet annoying figure approaching out of the corner of his eye, and his brows immediately furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He was really annoyed.

In the past two years, I have said no less than a hundred times, and my attitude has changed from gentle to cold and hard. I even asked my counselor to give me a subtle hint.

But Li Chuxue is like a piece of chewing gum that you can't shake off, forever immersed in her self-indulgent "deeply affectionate" script.

Shen Qing and Wang Jie caught a glimpse of Mo Ye's subtle expression, exchanged a glance, and tacitly took a half-step, subtly protecting Mo Ye behind them.

They'd disliked Li Chuxue for a long time—she always acted like an "ice queen," and everyone looked like they owed her money.

She relentlessly pursued Mo Ye, acting as if it were her honor that he was pursuing her.

Previously, because Mo Ye was single, I didn't say much even though I disliked him, for fear of ruining my brother's potential marriage.

Now?

Mo Ye already has a daughter, and his wife's photos are stunning, so why be polite?

"Hey, isn't this our department's 'perennial runner-up'?" Shen Qing spoke first, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the people in the nearby rows to hear, her face radiating undisguised sarcasm.

"What, are you here to bring warmth to our Brother Mo again?"

Save your breath, can't you see my brother is annoyed?

He's taken, with a wife and kids, living a warm and cozy life—a million times better off than some self-righteous people.

The nickname "perennial runner-up" accurately hit Li Chuxue's deepest sore spot.

Her face suddenly turned pale, and the knuckles of her fingers gripping the milk tea cup turned bluish-white.

Wu Bing, who was standing to the side, immediately jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and retorted in a shrill voice:

"Shen Qing! Watch your mouth!"

How can you talk to a girl like that? Don't you have any manners?

"They're really going all out!"

She deliberately raised her voice, trying to attract the attention of those around her, and acted out the scene of "sisters being humiliated and speaking out for justice".

Shen Qing picked at his ear, looking impatient:

"Down there? I think some people who have been rejected eight hundred times but still keep pestering others and affecting their normal lives, that's what you call a real 'down there'."

You can't understand human language, can you?

Do you need me to translate it into Morse code or binary?

Wang Jie pushed up his glasses, calmly adding insult to injury, his voice steady yet penetrating:

"Li Chuxue, Mo Ye has repeatedly and clearly rejected your kindness, and his private life has now been made public."

Your behavior has already caused him distress.

According to school regulations, persistent harassment can be reported to the student affairs office.

Many students around were already secretly glancing at them and whispering among themselves.

Mo Ye finally spoke, his voice colder and clearer than ever before, as if stating a fact unrelated to himself, yet carrying an undeniable implication of drawing a clear line:

"Li Chuxue, I'll say this one last time."

Thank you for your kindness, but I don't need it. Please don't send me anything or contact me in any way other than for the purpose of studying.

The post on the school forum is true. I am married, have a family, and a daughter.

Your behavior is causing me and my family a lot of trouble and difficulties.

Please have some self-respect.

His words were like a cold knife, cutting through all of Li Chuxue's self-deceiving pretense.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes quickly reddened, and her long eyelashes trembled.

She tried her best to look like she was about to cry, appearing pitiful and pathetic, her voice choked with stubbornness:

"It's my business if I buy you things. If you don't like them, just throw them away."

After saying that, she placed the milk tea on the table in front of Mo Ye, turned around and left quickly, her back view conveying a deliberately constructed sense of fragility and strength.

Wu Bing glared at Mo Ye and the other two, especially Shen Qing and Wang Jie, and said, "You'll regret this!" before quickly chasing after them.

Watching the two leave, Shen Qing spat, feeling nauseous as if she had swallowed a fly.

"Damn it, this is disgusting!"

With such good acting skills, why don't you apply to the Beijing Film Academy?

She's the one harassing others, but she's making it seem like we're all bullying her!

Wang Jie's expression was also not good. He said in a low voice:

"It is because of people like this that those who were unaware of the truth on the forum kept posting veiled criticisms of the Mexicans for being 'ungrateful' and 'playing with emotions'."

Damn, if you switch genders, you get over 10,000 comments.

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[This story is primarily a sweet romance and will be taken offline soon, so there won't be any toxic elements.]