Chapter 6: Roses or Wildflowers Also Have Heartbreaks
I felt a rush of excitement but kept my expression neutral.
I had won.
The fish was in the net. Now I could do whatever I wanted.
Calmly, I retrieved my notebook and said casually,
"A friend gave it to me."
He didn't say another word. He just rolled up his window and prepared to drive away.
Of course, I didn't let his car move an inch before scribbling down my next orders in the notebook:
"Buy all the street vendors' vegetables at twenty times the price."
"Apologize to the vendor."
A minute later, his car stopped.
Mr. Perfect Butt stepped out, bought every single vegetable at an absurdly high price, and told the vendors to keep the change.
In that moment, the wealthy, charming playboy suddenly looked like a humble vegetable seller.
Then, to my utter disbelief, he actually walked up to the vendor and bowed slightly in apology.
Holy crap.
Looking at him now, he seemed incredibly refined.
I stood there, completely dumbfounded, my mouth hanging open.
It wasn't until Mr. Perfect Butt drove away that I finally managed to close it.
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As usual, on Christmas Eve, Duyên received many invitations, including one from Hải Anh. Vy also went out, her whereabouts mysteriously unknown. Lately, it seemed like she was pursuing some guy from our faculty. Meanwhile, I stayed in my dorm, hugging my laptop and binge-watching sappy romance movies.
I was quietly wiping away my tears over the tragic love story of the main characters when Duyên suddenly appeared. She smiled and said:
"Let's go out, my lady."
I quickly wiped my tears, feeling embarrassed. I didn't like anyone seeing my unnecessary tears, and even more so, I hated people thinking I was weak and sentimental. I thought I would be left alone tonight, free to do whatever I wanted. But here she was. Still, I was a bit curious.
"Huh? Not going out with a guy?"
Duyên chuckled.
"Nope. I want to hang out with you."
That scared me. Wait, could it be that Duyên didn't like guys... but liked girls instead? I pressed her further.
"Are you serious? Are you out of your mind?"
She reached over and shut my laptop.
"What are you talking about? I just don't want you to be alone. And… I only wanted to go out with one person, but he didn't invite me."
For the first time, I saw a deep loneliness in her eyes—an overwhelming sadness. I threw off my blanket, put on a warm coat, and went out for a walk with her. Truthfully, Duyên wasn't any happier than I was. Maybe she was just like me—liking someone who didn't like her back.
The chilly air only made people feel lonelier. But at least, I had a best friend by my side.
A cold wind blew past. It was freezing. Yet, I felt warmth inside.
"Vân."
"Hm?"
"You like Hải Anh, don't you?"
"Uh… No! – I jumped like a thief caught red-handed."
"I want to be the bridge between you two."
"Are you crazy? Hải Anh likes you, not me."
"But I like someone else."
"I don't care. Don't do that unless you want to stop being my friend."
I was slightly angry. If Duyên rejected Hải Anh just because of me, I would feel guilty toward both of them. Besides, the thought of her pitying me made me uncomfortable. I wasn't someone who liked to receive hand-me-down affections.
I was also curious about the "someone else" that Duyên liked. But no matter how much I asked, she wouldn't say. Maybe it really was Hải Anh, and she just didn't want to admit it out of guilt.
That night, after returning to my dorm and waiting for Duyên to fall asleep, I grabbed my pink notebook and wandered down to the dormitory courtyard.
This notebook couldn't help me find true love. But maybe… it could help me experience the sweetness of love.
I flipped through the pages and stopped at the one with the signature of "Nice Butt." A brilliant idea popped into my head—so clever it surprised even me. I picked up my pen and wrote:
- Pursue me.
Having someone like him in my harem, Duyên would never have to pity me again or try to hand Hải Anh over to me.
And just like that, I became a campus hot girl overnight. Every day, a flower delivery service arrived at my class, presenting me with a bouquet.
The first time, I smiled, thanked them, then unwrapped the bouquet and distributed a flower to every girl in class. The next few times, a different employee came, still delivering a bouquet just for me—but this time, also bringing flowers for every girl in class. Of course, my bouquet was always the most special.
Suddenly, I became the center of attention. And, of course, the target of envy.
After that day, Duyên never brought up Hải Anh to me again. But I remained curious—who was the prince in her heart?