Love at First Novel by Gu Lingfei

She didn't rush to check the message. Instead, she first put the bouquet away and carefully stored the jewelry in her vault.

Only then did she return to the sofa, sit down, and slowly open the message from

Zhan Yiyang.

She assumed he was simply asking if she had arrived home safely.

But when she opened the message, she found several photos that Zhan Yiyang had taken. They showed a few gift boxes. Although the gifts were addressed to him, the sender's name wasn't Du Yumeng-it was someone named Huang Li. The fourth young master Zhan didn't even know who Huang Li was. While he was familiar with the major wealthy families in Haicheng and had made an effort to learn more about them, he didn't pay much attention to how many daughters they had or who was already married.

So, he had no idea that Huang Li was from the Huang family.

He told Du Yumeng that he had already thrown the gifts into the trash outside. Since his new house was in a wealthy neighborhood where only the rich or powerful lived, he guessed that the sender was probably a daughter from an affluent family, and asked Du Yumeng to confirm it.

His Mengmeng knew far more about the rich young women in Haicheng's high society than he did.

hadn't expected Huang Li to make a move on Zhan Yiyang so quickly —or to go as far

called

said, "Yumeng, is this Huang Li the daughter of the Huang family? I've never met her. Why would she send me something?" "Regardless of who she is, I'll throw it all out. Besides your gifts, I won't keep a single thing from

who Huang Li was, but also because

all, she had

a lot of wealthy people surnamed Huang in Haicheng," Du Yumeng said, "but the only Huang family rich enough to buy a villa in your neighborhood and move around freely is hers. Their family's assets are worth tens

and more than that-my sworn rival. She always tried to go against me and compete, but she never measured

teased Zhan Yiyang, "You've got a secret admirer chasing after you-how lucky. Why don't you open the gift

I have no memory of her at all. I feel like I've been insulted, and you're

me. I'll treat you to dinner every day, and you have

and apologized, "Alright, alright, I

I'll go eat with you if you're

you lately, pretending to bump into you by chance, and she's even greeted you in person. Do you really have no memory