The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

After so many years, Mu Li still gnashed her teeth with hatred at the thought of that old grudge.

Back then, she couldn’t bring herself to tell them, but she didn’t care anymore. “An Xiaxia, Qi Yanxi has always liked you, hasn’t he? Why didn’t you tell me? You deliberately kept it from me, didn’t you? You know perfectly well I like him... How could you not tell me?!”

“Stop right there!” An Xiaxia cut her off, baffled. “You like Qi Yanxi? How was I supposed to know that? You didn’t tell me anything.”

“Exactly. You barely spoke back then. We couldn’t read your mind. How were we supposed to know who you liked or disliked?” Su Xiaomo rolled her eyes at Mu Li.

Mu Li’s expression looked hideous as she asked, “Then why didn’t you tell me he likes you?”

“Why should I? To show off? I don’t see how that was necessary.” An Xiaxia only found her accusation ridiculous.

She would share with her friends when she liked a boy. However, if she couldn’t reciprocate the affection someone showed her, she would never tell a soul.

For she had done a foolish thing once. In middle school, she bragged about having a pursuer to her deskmate with a comment that she thought the boy wasn’t as handsome as Rong Che. Her deskmate than exaggerated her words, saying that An Xiaxia thought the boy ugly. The rumor spread through all the classes of her year and the boy eventually dropped out.

Since then, An Xiaxia kept her relationships very private.

Moreover, Mu Li had always walked around with this inferiority complex when she was with An Xiaxia and Su Xiaomo. An Xiaxia didn’t want to make Mu Li feel even worse by talking about her pursuers.

An Xiaxia smiled wryly. She had done it out of kindness, but to Mu Li, she might as well have committed a crime.

Mu Li clenched her coffee mug tightly, her eyes flaming with hatred.

Actually... what bothered her wasn’t that An Xiaxia didn’t tell her about it, but the fact that she was the one Qi Yanxi liked.

Mu Li’s jealousy was driving her crazy.

“He will be mine!” Mu Li said ferociously.

“Good luck.” An Xiaxia offered her good wishes. Seeing that there wasn’t anything left to say, she left with Su Xiaomo.

Watching the two of them leave, Mu Li felt a sudden pang of regret.

An Xiaxia and Su Xiaomo were the only ones that had helped her during those darkest years of her life.

She had chosen to go to the arts class, where she was ostracized and bullied. She hadn’t made any friends since.

Did she regret it?

Maybe... she did.

Mu Li lowered her dense eyelashes, looking dejected.

He Jiayu and Su Xiaomo’s wedding was held as planned.

Despite the hasty preparations, He Jiayu did his best to make the ceremony splendid and romantic.

It was a western-style wedding held on the lawn of a golf club. Not many guests were invited and everyone there were close family members and friends.

Everyone rose to their feet and applauded when He Jiayu put the ring on Su Xiaomo’s finger. Su Xiaomo blinked and cried.

An Xiaxia dabbed the corners of her eyes in her seat as well.

Su Xiaomo’s parents were there, too. They looked very reserved and didn’t dare say anything.

There was also an empty seat.

Only An Xiaxia and Su Xiaomo knew whom that was for — a friend that they would probably never see again.

Kang Jian...

Just when the ceremony was about to reach its climax, a figure in a black dress walked toward them. Holding a black-framed photo in her hands, she reminded one of some wandering soul that had climbed out of a grave.