Chapter 432 : Who Would Want To Marry Her? Students who had an eye for cars immediately began to point and murmur as Lu Yi’s Hummer rolled into the campus.

“It’s the newest Hummer! My favorite model too. You can tell it has been remodeled too. I bet it costs at least 5 digits at the moment.”

“Shit...What a sick car. Where did it come from?”

Many students watched with envy; men were born with a natural passion for cool cars, perhaps it was part of the hero dream, but women were more interested in who steps out of the car.

The car parked at an empty lot. The car door opened, and out came a man wearing a black knee-length wind coat. He looked very stylish in it, like a male model, perhaps partly due to his height. He had a good figure, too; his muscles were showing even below his winter clothes.

“Huh? Isn’t that Miss Fang’s boyfriend?”

“What boyfriend?” a long-haired girl curled her lips. “Haven’t you read the news? He broke up with Miss Fang way back! Plus, he got married recently. Guess who’s the bride?”

“Who is it?” asked someone unwittingly, a short-haired student.

“You are so detached from society,” said the long-haired girl as she prodded at the other’s forehead. “There was a huge drama between stars recently, and the winner of it is...his...” She pointed at the man who was staring at his phone now. “His...”

“Wife.”

“Oh...” said the short-haired girl. “But who would that be?”

The long-haired girl rolled her eyes. This was huge for the past few days! Was she talking to a Martian? A cavewoman?

“His wife is called Yan Huan.”

“Yan Huan, what a nice name,” nodded the short-haired girl. The name had a nice ring to it.

“You are right,” said the long-haired girl, scrolling for a picture on her phone and displaying it. “You can add pretty and rich on the list too.”

The short-haired girl let out a sudden scream. “Oh my god! It’s her! Yan Huan! My idol!”

“Mine too,” said the long-haired girl as she kept her phone. Yan Huan’s appearance had a charm, a natural and spontaneous charm, that attracted people of all ages. Small wonder why she’s so popular.

“Are you telling me that she’s the wife of Miss Fang’s ex-boyfriend?”

“Yes,” the long-haired girl nodded vehemently. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. It sounds complicated, but that’s the truth.”

“Well, I too would have chosen Yan Huan if I were him. She’s a queen! Imagine how pretty their children would be! Miss Fang, on the other hand, looks like a nun. Being ugly is one thing, but she hasn’t the slightest idea about dressing up either. Is there anything about her that beats Yan Huan?”

“Of course,” said the long-haired girl, committed to playing the devil’s advocate. “She beats her in age, no?”

The short-haired girl suddenly reached out and grabbed the other’s sleeves. Please, please do not say anything else.

The long-haired girl jerked back, trying to reclaim her sleeves, as she noticed something blocked out the light from behind. She turned and saw a shadowy figure before her.

Not a loose strand of hair at her forehead, a dull, black outfit, a black-framed glass that bespoke her high education and knowledge. Her eyes were a little distorted, perhaps from myopia, or perhaps a result of wearing spectacles for too long. That and a disinclination to smile made her look a sullen, old nun.

Her face was darker than rainclouds.

“Mi...Miss Fang...” murmured the students, looking down at the tips of their toes nervously. They had been really unlucky to get caught red-handed as they were having a chat.

Fang Zhu turned around, raised her head high, and puffed her chest out. However, she couldn’t hide the displeasure on her face as she nearly grounded her teeth to dust.

The man before of her was leaning against his car, in the middle of a phone call that seemed to have been going on for a while now. She could sense that he was in a mighty good mood. He didn’t smile often but under the light, his features were sharp but not cold.

The man stood up and walked towards her just as she took a step in his direction. His demeanor, the way he slid his phone into his pocket... it was a grace not many could aspire to have, especially not fresh university students.

This was the difference between matured men and boys.

It was not only about jobs and financial stability, but also about mentality, manners, and temperament.

A man growing up has never been an easy thing.

Some are born with maturity, and some acquire it after experiencing defeat.

Fang Zhu clutched her hands tightly, her eyes staring hard beneath her spectacles, her teeth grinding against her will.

Lu Yi, Lu Yi, Lu Yi.

What’s the meaning of this?

Why are you showing up before me now? To humiliate me?

Damn these students, calling her ugly and belittling her... How could she lose to an uncultured actress? She had a good education and a high-paying job which she excelled at.

Who could be better than her?

She cocked her head up once again, like a proud cock, but that pride instantly turned into helplessness and defeat when she walked past the crowd.

She had to admit she never moved on from him.

She liked Lu Yi, but why...

Why wasn’t Lu Yi hers?

What did she do wrong? She looked back at the past and found herself regretting fiercely, but what would that do? Lu Yi was a married man now.

She pushed her spectacles up once more.

But so what if a rock like him gets married?

The woman who marries him would find it no different than marrying a rock.

She won’t attain happiness. No. Not a chance.

The two students heaved a sigh of relief as they saw her walking away.

“Miss Fang looked like she was about to murder someone,” said the short-haired girl, shrinking her neck. “Her eyes were literally popping out just now.”

“That’s her myopia. Her eyes are going through biological changes,” corrected the long-haired girl. “It’s got nothing to do with emotions.”

“I bet she’s regretting it now. Finding a man this excellent is no easy task,” said the short-haired girl, feeling a little sorry for Fang Zhu. “Who would want to marry an old maid like Miss Fang? She’s already 28.”