Hands tucked inside pocket, the ever so familiar impatient tapping of the leather boot on the floor. The slim-fit black tuxedo that he wore was highlighting his muscular back.

The man's attention was focused on his phone while his other hand was near his head as his slender finger weaved through his golden ash-blonde hair.

"Mei!!" Li Shuang called out to her and Yu Mei stilled for a moment when she saw the man put down his phone.

Unknowingly, her heart raced in her chest as she watched him turn around.

His face lit up at the sight of her as if he was here for her.

Students and professors were walking through the corridor but for some reason, for a split second, she found herself ignoring everything around as her gaze remained fixated on him.

He seemed to have become more handsome since the last time she saw him but even from a distance she could see the traces of dark circles under his eyes, but it did not reduce his charm a bit.

His striking ash-blonde hair seemed to be in a mess as they rested above his eyebrows. He looked tired yet attractive.

What surprised her was nothing changed about the way his chestnut brown eyes gazed at her.

''Mei, what are you thinking about?" Li Shuang snapped her fingers in front of her, breaking her trance.

''What were you saying?" she tilted her head to the side.

"I've been calling you repeatedly but you weren't responding," Li Shuang nonchalantly said, "Anyways, you should go to the class. It's time for PTM."

"And where would you go?" Yu Mei asked.

"Well, I don't have parents or any guardian coming. I'll go to the washroom first and then back to the dorm.''

Even though she had a small apartment, but she mostly lived in dorms, rarely going back to the small apartment.

''I'll accompany you to the washroom.''

Li Shuang frowned, "But…"

''Let's go," She held her hand and dragged her away, not looking back at a certain husband.

"You're acting weird,'' Li Shuang said, without much of an expression on her face.

Just like Yu Mei had guessed, it was indeed Shen Lihua who wanted her future daughter-in-law to graduate from the best university, following which Jun Zixuan fulfilled his mother's wish. It was one year before their marriage.

At that time, he did not have any kind of ridiculous plans to marry her. Considering his mother's health and the girl's reputation that screamed 'trouble', he simply put himself as her guardian since there were some months for her to turn 18.

As soon as the private jet landed in Beijing, he received a call from the Imperial university informing him about the PTM.

And after freshening up in his penthouse, he drove over to the university without delay.

But she was not in her class and before he could go to look for her, Gu Min, his secretary called him to discuss some work-related matters.

Jun Zixuan impatiently spoke, "Yes, finalize the third deal and send it to Ren Mansion…No need. I will get the cruc…"

"Mei!!"

Someone called from behind and he froze for a split second. His brown eyes flashed with an undecipherable light as he put his phone down and turned around.

His heart stopped beating for a moment when he looked at her.

Dressed in a short burgundy dress with her dark hair let down, with a face bare of any makeup, there she stood, amidst the crowd yet standing out from them.

Not seeing her for two months and she has changed so much but those dark starry eyes of hers were still the same.

She looked like Han Mei. True.

But this time, he was not doubtful about his feelings. He could not explain a few things that he felt but he knew that the person standing in front of him was not a replacement to him.

He was very sure about it.

She looked at him for the briefest moment before looking at her friend.

Just as he took a step towards her, she turned around and…left.

She simply left without looking back at him.

The man sulked.

'Was she ignoring me?' A thought popped up in his mind which was quickly denied by the following thought. 'No, she was just accompanying her friend.'

He convinced himself and walked inside the classroom, knowing that she will eventually come back here.

When Li Shuang went back to the dorm, Yu Mei also walked towards the classroom.

''Prof. May I come in?" She asked standing at the entrance.

Professor Zhang checked the time on her wristwatch, "You're 7 minutes late."

''I apologize,'' She blinked at the Professor, without paying attention to the chaos in the classroom, "I don't mind if you don't let me inside the class.''

Just as she turned around to leave, Professor Zhang spoke up, "Quickly come in. Don't be late again."

She turned around to look at her, "Prof, I really don't mind punishment.''

Professor Zhang adjusted her glasses as she looked at her with narrowed eyes, "Are you coming in or not?" Though she said that, her expression was screaming 'No is not an option so I won't take it as an answer.'

Her heels produced soft 'click' sounds as she entered the classroom. Without looking at a certain expectant husband who was sitting on her seat, she walked ahead and removed her bag from her shoulder before sitting on an empty seat in the back.

Prof. Zhang adjusted her glasses, "You are supposed to sit with your guardian.''

The class was in uproar immediately. All the students were sitting with their guardians and students like Li Shuang whose guardians did not attend the meeting were not present in the class.

The only people who were sitting alone at different desks were Yu Mei Zhen and the mysterious man who reeked of wealth and handsomeness.

The girls had their gaze focused on Jun Zixuan from the moment he stepped inside the class. From the man's otherworldly charming appearance to his well-built figure which was highlighted in the expensive black tuxedo he was sporting.

Sleeves slightly rolled up revealing the limited edition Patek's Phillipe watch on his wrist as his slender fingers tapped the desk with a hint of impatience. While he casually sat there, doing nothing, his presence was making the large classroom appear so small. His aura overwhelming them beyond words.

A man so perfect that they felt so drawn to him like moths near the fire.