Chapter 4: The Demonic Youngster

  "Isn't it an 11 o'clock flight? Han Guanjia, aren't you going?"

  Ke Huan Ye looked at Han Guan Jia's face with a clearly petrified expression and sighed inwardly, she just loved dressing like this, if you can't stand it then don't look.

  "Xiao Li, drive."

  Han Guanjia sat in the passenger seat and didn't say anything else.

  The vast airport was unusually quiet, with only the sound of Ke Huan's slippers rubbing against the floor and the giant glass window reflecting the shadows of a few people.

  The airport has been cleared out, today is the day Wen Tianmu returns to the country. As everyone knows, Young Master Wen likes quietness, so the airport staff cancelled all flights tonight to please him.

  The roar of the plane sounded, a luxurious private jet landed at the airport, stopped, and ten white-clad bodyguards walked out of the plane one by one, standing respectfully on both sides.

  A young man slowly walked out of the plane.

  Perfectly chiseled facial features like ancient Greek sculptures, jet-black eyebrows slanting into the temples, a high-bridged nose, cherry blossom-like tender thin lips pursed tightly, with a hint of coolness.

  Cold enough to make people dare not approach, yet handsome enough to stir up heaven's anger and men's resentment.

  He wore a white silk shirt with aqua crystal buttons, and khaki casual pants. The bright and sunny outfit made him look radiant, but on his body, it gave off an eerie and dark aura that was unmistakable. His icy gaze swept the surroundings, and when he saw Ke Huan Ye, the ice in his eyes suddenly melted away, just like a thousand-year-old glacier encountering the warmth of the sun.

  He walked slowly towards her, like a slow-motion scene in a movie, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, without saying anything, but making people feel that he was in a good mood now.

  "Yèzi, you can come over, I'm very happy."

  A magnetic and enchanting voice came out of thin lips, incredibly pleasant to hear.

  Monster, Ke Huan Ye cursed in his heart, Wen Tian Mu was a monster.

  "I'm very sleepy, let's go back! I want to sleep."

  Ke Huan Ye let out a big yawn, stretched her waist, and hurried home to sleep. Tomorrow is the student union election, it's a big day.

  "Ke Huan Ye, I don't like you looking like this."

  Wen Tianmu walked closer to her and whispered in her ear, his dark eyes containing the hot magma that was about to erupt.

  "Mind your own business, Wen Tianmu, can you stop being so pretentious?"

  Ke Huan Ye touched his ear that had been breathed on, turned around with a jerk, and the slippers scraped against the marble floor with a screeching sound.

  "What happened to the earrings I gave you last time?"

  Her pupils constricted as she was pulled into his arms, his dark eyes fixed intently on hers, as if searching for an answer within.

  "It's been sold."

  Ke Huan Ye stared back at him without showing any weakness and said indifferently, "Those things are worth a city, does she dare to take them out?"

  Sold well.

  A flash of disappointment in Wen Tian's eyes, he had expected this answer all along, yet still couldn't help but ask.

  "Come on, Han!"

  Wen Tian gave a cold command, his dark eyes calm and collected, as if the person he was just with wasn't him at all. He didn't look at Ke Huan Ye again, and walked straight out of the airport, followed closely by his bodyguards and Han Guanjia.

  "Wen Tianmu, you stop right there, I'm here to pick you up, you can't leave me alone in this place."

  Ke Huan Ye quickly followed up, scolding herself in her heart, why did she have to offend that great god, now it's all over, might as well just go home!

  In fact, the earrings, she didn't sell them, he gave her everything, and she carefully kept it all. She thought that one day, she would return all those things to him, she owed him too much, not wanting to owe him like this forever, nor did she want to deliberately annoy him, but simply got used to saying so.