Ceasing my resistance, I relaxed my grip.

"It's a tad too hot. Let's let it cool. So, what did you wish to discuss, Jiang?"

His displeasure was evident, though he didn't push further, opting to change the subject instead.

"Shuang Shuang, you said you liked me, didn't you? Then why did you reject me last time?"

He was referring to the interrupted kiss, a memory that sparked a faint irritation within me.

"Jiang, it's just that... I've never had a boyfriend. Your sudden move took me by surprise," I feigned a shy confession.

A flicker of joy crossed his face as he grasped my hands. "Really, Shuang Shuang? I'm your first? Then, am I considered your boyfriend now?"

Men and their fascination with being 'the first,' always yearning for unblemished purity.

Though my body might be untouched, my heart was tarnished by vengeance, far from the innocence he desired.

My silence emboldened him, and he eagerly presented the soup. "It's cooled down now; try some!"

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"Let's talk a bit more first. I've realized how little I know about you, Jiang," I cooed, delaying the inevitable.

No man could resist the allure of being earnestly explored by a beautiful woman.

"Jiang, you must be quite popular, surrounded by admirers, right?" I questioned, lacing my words with a hint of vulnerability while ensuring his hands were occupied away from the soup.

"Indeed, you're quite observant, Shuang Shuang," he preened, basking in the rare praise.

"You're different from the others who've pursued me, Jiang. You're not swayed by material gains, destined for greatness. Your current position belies your potential," I commiserated, striking a chord of resonance within him.

"Sigh, I too thought I was destined for more. But let's not dwell on such matters. Each family has its cross to bear," he sighed, a trace of despondency in his voice.

"Tell me more about yourself, Jiang. I want to understand you better," I urged softly, my entire being seemingly captivated by him alone.

He looked at me as if I were already his to claim, his grand gestures betraying his assurance.

"Ahem, well, I suppose I can share a bit. Did you know I'm the only college graduate from my village? I thought I was their ticket out of poverty, but in reality, I might have been their downfall."

His tale flowed effortlessly, a mix of pride and sorrow, his voice choking up as he recounted the missteps of his family, lost to the allure of a brighter world.

If I were wealthy, I'd be moved to assist, but my empty pockets offered only words of comfort.

"You're truly admirable, Jiang. Do you need help? I could lend you some money," I offered, more out of politeness than genuine intent.

My offer seemed to remind him of something far grimmer, his mood darkening further.