Meng Ting was truly afraid of him: “Don’t do anything reckless.”

All the people who had given speeches at their school were prominent figures, and their speeches were considered classics, still searchable online. She was genuinely worried that Jiang Ren would say some frightening things if he went to give a speech.

Jiang Ren asked, “What counts as reckless?”

“Do you know how to give a speech?”

“No,” he said, amused by her nervous expression. “I’ve never done it before.”

Meng Ting pondered this. In the afternoon, when she returned to school for class, she began to contemplate the speech content.

Song Huanhuan asked Meng Ting, “Is your boyfriend CEO Jiang?”

“Yes, he is.”

“The one I saw last year was also him?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Song Huanhuan’s eyes sparkled, “That’s so awesome. He’s about our age and already so successful.”

Meng Ting didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Previously, Song Huanhuan hadn’t spoken like this; she had dreamed of Meng Ting breaking up with him.

Mi Lei said, “I told you long ago, don’t underestimate the young and poor.”

After looking up Jiang Ren’s information, he quickly became Song Huanhuan’s idol. She expressed that she could fully accept the union of her male and female idols.

Their law school and the school of literature were quite close. When classes ended, they encountered Zhu Jing. Zhu Jing gave Meng Ting a complex look, then left with her roommates.

Having been constantly compared, Zhu Jing couldn’t claim to be completely free of vanity.

However, Meng Ting didn’t care about rumors. Her sincerity and simplicity truly impressed Zhu Jing.

Jiang Ren came to pick up Meng Ting for dinner.

He had been nervous when leaving in the morning, but now he brought many gifts. As he handed gifts to Mi Lei and Song Huanhuan, he nodded gently and said, “Thank you for taking care of her.”

Song Huanhuan, holding the luxurious gift package, felt that the steamed buns and milk tea other roommates received were nothing in comparison.

Her roommate’s boyfriend was incredibly generous.

Jiang Ren knew he had frightened Meng Ting. The unhurried pace of their relationship over the past two years had always made her feel secure. Meng Ting observed him from a distance, and her personality wasn’t clingy. As a result, while he would go mad missing her, she could live happily.

Jiang Ren understood the principle that extremes lead to reversal, so he didn’t insist on Meng Ting moving in with him.

He just kissed her cheek and said, “I need to return to the Jiang family in a few days, so will you stay with me here for a while?”

She agreed, as expected.

The house was spacious, originally bought for her, with everything she needed. That night, they didn’t watch horror movies. After her shower, Meng Ting came out with a small notebook and sat in front of Jiang Ren.

She looked very serious.

Jiang Ren smiled, “What are you doing?”

“I found some public speaking tips today. Do you want to hear them?”

“Mm, thank you, little teacher.”

Meng Ting’s cheeks flushed slightly as she remembered teaching him cultural courses years ago. She sat on the sofa and wrote down a “1.”

Jiang Ren lowered his gaze.

“You can start by talking about your current achievements as an introduction to spark everyone’s interest.”

Her small face was rosy after the shower.

She lay on the sofa, writing very seriously.

Jiang Ren watched, crossing his legs.

His gaze didn’t fall on her paper but on her neckline. The summer nightwear was thin, and the neckline was relatively loose.

The camisole underneath was pretty.

She wrote “2”: “Then talk about your experiences. The most important part of a speech is to resonate with the audience. You can talk about things that happened during your student days, but it’s best not to mention your illness, okay?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“You can focus on your entrepreneurial journey, then inspire everyone…”

Jiang Ren chuckled softly, “That’s enough, I’ve got it.”

He couldn’t stand it anymore and pulled up her neckline.

She froze for a moment, then looked up at him.

Jiang Ren pulled her close, “Let me kiss you.”

“We were just discussing something important,” she said, her cheeks burning red. “Can’t you be less vulgar?”

Jiang Ren talked business with her: “Count how long we’ve been dating. Have you ever touched me?”

Meng Ting asked him, “Is this a necessary step?”

“Mm.”

Her mother had taught her not to engage in premarital sex because it harmed girls’ bodies. Women were vulnerable because they could bear children. But she was only fourteen then, so her mother couldn’t say more.

Now she was an adult.

She touched his cheek.

The man’s features were hard and a bit wild.

Whatever she did, his dark eyes just watched her.

The bones under her palm seemed different from her softness.

Jiang Ren was just saying it, not intending to take advantage of her. But she thought for a moment and seemed to agree somewhat: “Then just touch a little, okay?”

“Are you serious?”

Meng Ting nodded, her face red, urging, “Hurry up.”

He suppressed his excitement.

She sat on his lap, like a crystal beauty. Although he was taller than her, he always felt like a believer, just an ordinary person among the masses, defiling a deity.

He had always looked up to her.

Jiang Ren tried his best not to show any expression that might frighten her as he lifted her nightgown.

Her face was bright red: “Don’t pinch.”

She couldn’t help but shiver slightly when he pinched once. It was a strange sensation to have someone else’s hand touch her.

Meng Ting bit her lip, closing her eyes, not looking at his strange expression, but he seemed to have no end.

She grasped the man’s wrist, which was much thicker than hers, and whimpered softly, “That’s enough.”

It was more than just once.

Jiang Ren breathed rapidly, letting out a low moan, “Mm.”

There would only be a next time if he negotiated with the honest girl.

She took his hand out from under her clothes, her cheeks flushed.

Jiang Ren, his voice low and hoarse, held her waist: “Did you like that feeling?” He was trying his best to be gentle.

Meng Ting’s ear tips were red as blood: “Can you not ask such questions?”

Knowing she was embarrassed, he laughed, “I won’t ask. Do you want to touch me? Aren’t you curious?”

He deliberately pressed against her.

Meng Ting’s expression was momentarily blank.

“N-no.”

She didn’t understand why their discussion about the speech had turned into this. Her cheeks were burning red as she tried to get off him.

Jiang Ren held her waist, his hands tightening.

He truly treasured her, but as a man, he also really wanted to take her roughly.

Her innocence was the most alluring.

Her goal seemed to be to torture him to death.

The young woman’s gaze was so embarrassed it could drip water. Her long hair fell over her fair shoulders, her gaze pure yet shy. He suddenly recalled a poetry collection that He Junming had given him years ago. There was a poem called “Midnight Song” —

For days and nights, I didn’t comb my hair,

Silk tresses draped over both shoulders.

Gently stretching on my love’s knee,

What part of me isn’t lovable?

Jiang Ren suddenly pressed her beneath him, rubbing against her fiercely a few times to satisfy himself, then released her and went to the bathroom.

Meng Ting was stunned for a long while, finally grabbing a cushion to cover her face.

Jiang Ren’s speech was scheduled for 9 AM.

Even for a regular promotional event, the auditorium was packed. Besides curiosity about gossip, the rising real estate trends this year also made students hope to hear some wealth-building advice.

As a result, not only were all the seats in the auditorium filled, but people were also standing and bringing their stools. Even outside the doors, many people were standing.

Meng Ting was a bit nervous. He probably hadn’t listened to what she said last night. She hadn’t seen him prepare a speech either, and fearing he might act recklessly, she went to the venue with Song Huanhuan.

She skipped class to go. It was her first time skipping class since starting university. When she arrived, there was barely room to stand outside the doors. She could only hear the microphone from inside.

Jiang Ren didn’t know she was there.

When he walked into the auditorium, the noisy crowd fell silent.

The man held the microphone, his voice deep and mellow: “Hello everyone, I’m Jiang Ren.”

He didn’t like to smile, so his voice was calm. On this autumn day in October, Jiang Ren wore a simple white shirt and trousers, with a watch on his wrist.

His appearance wasn’t the typical refined elite of the industry; he had a kind of unruly, hard edge.

His hair was very short, crew-cut style, which made him look a bit fierce.

Unexpectedly, this silenced the audience, making it exceptionally quiet.

“I envy all of you. You can study at such a good university. I stopped studying after high school; I’m not cut out for academics by nature.” His tone was calm, but his envy was genuine.

Everyone felt this young tycoon was exceptionally frank.

“If I could do it again, I would choose to study hard from childhood, because it’s no joke that if you don’t work hard, you’ll end up hauling bricks. I have many young people your age working on my construction sites, struggling very hard to make a living. In the past, present, or future, studying isn’t the only path in life, but compared to others, it’s the smoothest path. At your age, you share the same world as your peers, in the same circle, without having to face society too early. Decades later, you’ll have memories to talk about. Those who enter society too early will always miss a part of their youth.”

Jiang Ren’s words were simple, without idioms or literary references, but as soon as he spoke, the entire audience naturally remained silent.

Everyone’s eyes were on the man on stage.

The man they once thought came from a construction site, with leg problems. Now they were in the audience, and he was on stage. No matter how calm his tone was, he seemed to be glowing.

They never imagined that such a real estate tycoon would sincerely tell them to study hard. Society’s tolerance is very low, and more knowledge can make the future smoother. More importantly, this is a precious time of youth.

He told them he envied their ability to study at a prestigious university.

Jiang Ren said, “Different types of people see different worlds. It’s said that different spiritual realms have different worldviews. People who can make money are called businessmen, while those who can change the course of human history will be recorded as great figures. I can never be the latter; I’m just a simple, ordinary businessman.”

Then he shared his entrepreneurial journey with everyone. It was just an ordinary description, without flowery rhetoric, yet it made everyone feel his determination and perseverance.

Meng Ting had never imagined Jiang Ren would say such things. In her memory, he was still the boy from the vocational school next door, loudly reading self-criticism at the flag-raising ceremony.

The audience listened attentively, and even Song Huanhuan felt that this big shot was so down-to-earth and honest.

After Jiang Ren finished speaking, there was continuous applause from below.

Then came the Q&A session.

Jiang Ren said, “I’ll answer three questions.”

For this part, people in the audience were competing eagerly, almost going crazy with enthusiasm.

“Mr. Jiang, what was your initial motivation for starting your business? Was it your girlfriend?”

There was a burst of teasing from below.

Jiang Ren smiled too.

This was the first time he had smiled since entering the auditorium to give his speech.

He said frankly, “Yes.”

Instantly, there was thunderous applause. Congratulations to Mr. Jiang for being straightforward and becoming the first person at B University to dare to say, without saving face, that his success was to please a woman.