Chapter 6: The First Meeting of the Two Women

“Did you misunderstand your father?”

Zhou Xiaonan merely chuckled, “Misunderstand? Do you know what scent I just smelled on him?”

Chu Nan looked puzzled. “What scent?”

“A woman’s scent. I think if the school hadn’t notified him, he’d probably still be lying on some woman’s lap instead of caring about me.”

Zhou Xiaonan sneered. “Don’t doubt it. Back in ninth grade, I saw him bring all kinds of women home. My mother was driven to death by his infidelity...”

“Sorry, I didn’t know your situation was like this,” Chu Nan said apologetically.

Inwardly, he thought, how can an old man who looks so honest be so promiscuous?

Zhou Xiaonan took an apple from the bedside table. “It’s okay, I’m used to it by now. Eat more apples, I’ll take care of you for the time being.”

“No need, no need, don’t bother.”

“Do you mean you don’t want to eat the apple, or you don’t want me to take care of you?”

“No need for you to take care of me.”

Zhou Xiaonan hummed softly and silently peeled the apple. Her long, fair fingers looked exceptionally beautiful, and she peeled the apple skin in one continuous strip, like a work of art.

“I washed the knife. You can eat it directly.”

“Well... thank you.”

Just as Chu Nan bit into the apple, Zhou Xiaonan spoke again. “You say you don’t want me to take care of you, but you still ate my apple. Doesn’t that prove you need me? Right now, you’re a patient who can’t leave. Since you can’t leave, you have to accept your fate. And me taking care of you is just my way of repaying a debt. It’s what I should do. Once you recover, we’ll have nothing to do with each other.”

Chu Nan was momentarily speechless. He felt Zhou Xiaonan was a stubborn person, difficult to deal with. Such a somewhat extreme personality probably came from her family background.

But Chu Nan didn’t mind much; if she was really willing to take care of him, that wouldn’t be bad.

Zhou Xiaonan was not only as beautiful as Jiang Yuwei but also had an enviable figure.

She stood about 1.7 meters tall. Her long legs, clad in ripped jeans, were particularly eye-catching—curvaceous and full. The palm-sized rip revealed pure white skin without a hint of fuzz, adding a mysterious allure.

Her black cropped T-shirt clearly showed her flat, smooth abdomen, and the prominent fullness above it made Chu Nan involuntarily swallow hard.

“At least a D cup, right? It can’t be an E, can it?!”

“Where are you looking?!” Zhou Xiaonan glared at him.

“Just because you’re pretty doesn’t mean you can’t be looked at!” Chu Nan protested.

Zhou Xiaonan chuckled. “No wonder your name is Chu Nan—only a virgin would talk like that.”

Chu Nan’s face flushed red. “So what if I’m a virgin? You’re still a virgin too!”

“Is that so? Not necessarily,” Zhou Xiaonan replied coolly.

Seeing his expression, Chu Nan suddenly felt uneasy. At that moment, he was filled with an unpleasant feeling.

Damn it, who the hell was lucky enough to have taken Zhou Xiaonan’s virginity?!

Zhou Xiaonan smiled sweetly. “You don’t look too happy. Are you disappointed that I’m not a virgin?”

Chu Nan was embarrassed. “...Let’s change the topic. It’s not appropriate for two students to discuss this. As for whether you are or aren’t... it’s none of my business.”

“Heh.” Zhou Xiaonan scoffed. “You guys watch so many Japanese adult films but still pretend to be pure in front of me. By the way, who was your enlightenment teacher?”

“Enough, enough, let’s pass on that topic,” Chu Nan said. He hadn’t expected that such a beautiful girl would have this kind of nonsense in her head. Although he himself had a lot of nonsense on his mind, he wouldn’t say it out loud, especially not to a girl. He would feel ashamed; such topics were only discussed among boys.

“Oh? Then what do you want to talk about?”

“Can you do me a small favor?”

“What favor?” Zhou Xiaonan frowned.

“Go to our class... class 172, and find someone named Yang Jingtian to bring my backpack here. I need all the textbooks from the past three years.”

Zhou Xiaonan clicked her tongue in surprise. “So you’re from class 172, the liberal arts experimental class. Not bad, a hardworking student.”

“...That’s one way to put it. Anyway, I’m counting on you for this,” Chu Nan said, unwilling to admit that his grades were near the bottom of the class.

“Don’t you need review materials?”

“Since you mentioned it, could you also bring some math and geography review materials when you come? I’ll pay for whatever it costs,” Chu Nan said.

“Okay, I’ll go then.”

Chu Nan didn’t know that because of his ambiguous words, his fate would change dramatically from that moment on...

“Damn it, Fatty Yang, the campus beauty is looking for you!” In the classroom, Yang Jingtian, who was bored and lying on his desk, suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Zhang Jiarong, are you crazy? What campus beauty? Where would a campus beauty come from to look for me?”

“Damn, it’s Zhou Xiaonan! Don’t you know she’s the recognized campus beauty of Qiling High School? She’s waiting for you at the door!” Zhang Jiarong said irritably, pointing to the classroom door.

Yang Jingtian looked over and was stunned. The girl outside the window, with flowing long hair, trendy clothes, and a small round earring on her left ear, was none other than Zhou Xiaonan!

She was the dream girl of every student at Qiling High School—not only stunningly beautiful but also skilled in singing and dancing. She hosted all the school’s major events. Whenever she appeared in an evening gown, her snow-white long legs and almost S-shaped alluring figure would spark cheers among the students.

Rumor had it she already had a guaranteed admission to the Beijing Film Academy, a nationally renowned art school, whose prestige was no less than that of top universities.

For such a prominent figure to look for him—it couldn’t be possible!

“Go on, hurry up, don’t keep her waiting!” Zhang Jiarong urged.

Facing the crowd’s teasing and envious gazes, Yang Jingtian finally mustered the courage to walk out.

“You must be Yang Jingtian?” Zhou Xiaonan smiled.

“Y-yes, that’s me. W-what can I do for you?” Yang Jingtian, usually eloquent, was now blushing and stammering.

“Nothing much. Chu Nan wants you to pack and deliver all his textbooks to the hospital…”

Yang Jingtian was taken aback. “Old Chu, in the hospital?!”

“Yeah, can you do it? If not…”

“I can, I can, definitely can. It’s a small matter. I was wondering why Old Chu hadn’t come to class for so long. Turns out he’s lying in the hospital. I’ll go see him.”

“Thanks a lot. He’s on the third floor, ward 302, in the affiliated hospital.”

“No trouble at all. It’s the right thing to do. I’ll bring the books over tonight. Miss Zhou… anything else you want to say?”

Zhou Xiaonan touched her chin. Yang Jingtian instinctively swallowed at the sight of her slender, fair neck—a similarity she shared with a certain virgin.

Such a white, beautiful chin—pinching it must feel nice!

“Who’s the best student in your class?”

Without hesitation, Yang Jingtian said, “That’s obviously class monitor Jiang Yuwei.”

“Jiang Yuwei? A girl?” Zhou Xiaonan said. She had seen that name on the school honor roll; Jiang was often among the top five in the liberal arts class.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Can you call her out for me?”

“No problem!” Naturally, he would fulfill a request from a beauty. But when he returned to class, he grew nervous.

After all, he had never spoken to Jiang Yuwei before, and she was so beautiful that he got nervous around pretty girls.

But since he had promised, he had to keep his word. He walked over to Jiang Yuwei, hesitating.

“Anything?”

Jiang Yuwei had noticed the girl outside the window talking to Yang Jingtian earlier and now Yang approaching her; she assumed he had something to say, so she spoke first.

“Uh, yes, yes, yes, Miss Zhou Xiaonan wants to see you,” Yang Jingtian stammered.

“Alright.” Jiang Yuwei walked out calmly to face this familiar yet strange girl.

Jiang Yuwei recognized her. She had a good memory. This girl often appeared at the school’s major events and parties, with posters of her in every corner of the school. It was hard not to know her.

“Do you need something from me?”

“I didn’t expect you to be this beautiful.” Zhou Xiaonan was a bit shocked. She had only seen large photos of her before but hadn’t realized she was even more beautiful in person.

Zhou Xiaonan considered herself quite pretty, but Jiang Yuwei seemed to have an edge—not in looks but in aura. Such a presence was not something ordinary girls possessed.

“Thank you. But you didn’t come just to say that, right?”

“Oh, your classmate Chu Nan is hospitalized. He said he wants to study hard, so I wanted to ask if you have notes on math and geography that I could borrow for a while.”

Jiang Yuwei was silent for a moment. “Chu Nan—the one injured by the flowerpot, right?”

Zhou Xiaonan was momentarily stunned. Although everyone at school knew about the flowerpot incident, Jiang Yuwei was the first to correctly identify him. This felt strange, as if Jiang Yuwei cared about Chu Nan, or perhaps her observational skills were extraordinary.

“Yes.”

“I can help. Can I ask why you’re helping him?”

“I was right there. If he hadn’t pulled me away, I might have been the one injured,” Zhou Xiaonan said.

Jiang Yuwei nodded. “I see. Wait here; I’ll get them for you.”

“Wait, won’t lending your notes affect your college entrance exam? I can make copies if you want,” Zhou Xiaonan suddenly said.

“No,” Jiang Yuwei replied lightly and returned to the classroom.