Truly Insanely Deeply

Unable to avoid the slap coming from the beautiful woman, Polly Han was thrown off balance and crashed against the window. Feeling so sad and losing hope, she was at such a loss at this moment.

"Fanny!" a man suddenly yelled out, grabbing the woman's hand.

A faint glimmer of hope suddenly ignited within Polly's heart.

However, the man didn't so much as take a look at her. Right now, all his attention was focused on the woman right next to him. Then, he went on and said in a gentle and pampering tone, "Please take care not to hurt your hand. I'm going to end up feeling so distressed if anything bad happened to you."

And before she could even feel the pain from the wound she got, Polly received another slap on her face, one that was even more painful than the first. This made her feel so lightheaded, making it seem as though there were tens of thousands of bees floating and buzzing above her head.

The man walked toward her, pointing at her forehead, and said in a firm and rather impatient tone, "Polly Han, I thought we already discussed this. We have come to terms with us going our separate ways. Given the way you've treated Fanny like this, you can't go blaming me for being rude to you! I'm warning you. Don't you ever bother me again! Just the sight of you is making me sick!"

Clenching her fists so hard, to the point that it was digging into her skin, Polly couldn't hold it in any longer and was on the verge of breaking down. With tears welling up in her eyes, she watched as the two people in front of her embraced each other as they walked away.

"Why did you stop me?" The woman's coquettish voice was loud and clear.

"Fanny, a woman like her is not worth giving your slap to," the man replied, softly pulling the woman closer in his arms. Then, he went on and continued, "Honey, you don't have to get so worked up because of her. You're the one I love now."

"But what about when compared with her?"

"She's already a part of my past. In contrast, you are the one I love the most, now or in the future. "

A cold breeze blew against her face. Feeling like her heart had been frozen, Polly managed to pull herself together little by little.

'Be it in the past, now, or in the future, the one I love most will always be you!'

How ironic the words were!

Her boyfriend, Kevin Yan, the man who swore he loved her and would never change no matter what, became Fanny Li's boyfriend in less than half a year. These words weren't meant for her anymore but for someone else.

Truth be told, she had heard people gossiping about it in the university, but she didn't believe it until today.

Looking back on that moment when Fanny challenged her, Polly Han finally knew that it was true.

Now, she came to the sudden realization that no pure love existed in this world. If you stopped for even a short while, that would just be because you haven't found someone better yet.

Yes, that's right!

Upon leaving the mall, she walked on the street alone and so downhearted, much like a person walking in the rain at night. Out of frustration, she forcefully stomped on the floor.

In all of A City, this road was the one which was most bustling with activity. As for the traffic, it was also just as busy as usual. On both sides of the street, people kept on flowing solemnly, and there were magnificent buildings all around being illuminated by the sunlight. Despite all of that, in her eyes, everything was grey.

"It's her! It's actually her! It was this bitch! She was the one who shamelessly tried to seduce Fanny's boyfriend!"

From out of the blue, dozens of students ran over and flocked around Polly. They had malicious looks on their faces, so much so that they looked like they could swallow a person whole.

Out of reflex, Polly tucked a few strands of hair behind her ears and took a step back. "What are you planning to do?"

Pointing at her, the first girl with cherry red lips ordered the other girls, "All of you, go get her! Let's teach this bitch a lesson! Strip all of her clothes off in the street for everyone to see! Let's see if she would still have the nerve to act so arrogant in the future! Get the camera ready!"

Polly had read on the news somewhere before about a poor girl who had been bullied by a group of mean girls. Never would she have expected that she was going to end up being so unlucky today.

The relationship she had with Kevin was open to the public. Meaning to say, today was the first time she had ever seen Fanny. Malicious gossip about her trying to seduce Fanny's boyfriend, being arrogant, and other stuff like that was complete nonsense. None of those were real.

That being said, how could she make a choice right now?

Before she could do anything, five or six girls approached her, pressed her on the ground and started stripping her off all of her clothes. Pointing the camera toward her, the leader of the group instructed the others, "It's going to affect the shooting effect! Move her a little to the left. Come a bit closer. Alright! That's perfect."

Putting up a vain struggle, Polly desperately tried her best to resist with all of her strength. But things were happening so fast that she couldn't even tell whether they had already taken her clothes off or not. All she could feel was that it was getting colder and colder. Unable to put up a fight, she raised her hand to cover her face in an attempt to hide her embarrassment.

Outside the crowd, Fanny held Kevin's hand and told him with a smug look on her face, "So, what do you think, Kevin? Do you think that this was a good way to completely cut her off?"

The hand that was holding Fanny trembled ever so slightly. From the expression in his eyes, it was apparent that he found this scene unbearable to watch. Be that as it might, he managed to regain composure and put on a straight face. "Well, I think it's a great idea! That's what she gets for acting like such a little bitch! Fanny, let's go."

"No way! I want to stay here and watch everything until the end! You have to watch it with me too!" Fanny relentlessly said. "What? Do you mean to tell me that you can't bear to see her like that? You still have feelings for that girl, don't you?"

"Nonsense! What are you even saying? If that's what you want, then I'm going to stay here and keep watching with you." Giving her an affectionate look, he focused his gaze on Fanny and said, "Whatever it may be, I will love anything that you like."

"What the hell?! Are you seriously all so useless that you can't even deal with a single woman?! Get her hands down. I want to take a close-up shot of her face!" The leader of the group yelled out impatiently at one of the other girls. "Show that bitch's face for everyone in the world to see!"

Polly lost count of how many hands were keeping her restrained. Sad to say, she didn't have enough strength to fight back. So, there was no use struggling. At that point, she didn't have much clothes left to cover herself with, and all she could do now was to use her arms to protect herself. Under such circumstances, she could feel that her heart was about to break. What was she supposed to do if they manage to take a picture of her face?

All of a sudden, the hands that had been grabbing tightly onto her and keeping her from running away had loosened up, and someone screamed out of panic, "Hurry up and get out of the street!

A car is going to crash into us! Is someone drunk driving?"

"Which unlucky bastard had the nerve to spoil my good time by drunk driving? You'll pay for this! I'll call my father right away and tell him! Whoever that guy is, I'll make sure he won't get away in one piece!"

Although Polly couldn't see what was behind her, she instinctively felt that the car was getting closer. With the sound of the wheels rolling and the hot air from the engine splashing, she could feel the ground trembling slightly at this moment. Right now, the dreadful killer who was about to take her life was approaching her inch by inch.

However, Polly was so desperate at this moment. She no longer wanted to fight it and it wasn't like she had the strength to do so as well. Then, the screech coming from a car's brakes resounded.

After a series of quick footsteps, she heard the leader of the group swear out loud and spew out a lot of terrible words, followed by the sound of many hands slapping on the car.

"Are you fucking blind? Why did you have to crash into the crowd? You almost got us killed!"

"Crowd? Why can't I see anyone here?" The man's voice seemed rather calm, like a gentle breeze over the quiet lake in the summer. "Oh! There's actually a person here," the man exclaimed. Then, he opened the door and walked toward the side of Polly who hunched up to cover herself. After taking off his coat, he put it over her shoulders to cover her body with it. Then, he held her in his arms, looked around and gave them cold stares.

Out of guilt, the people around lowered their heads and couldn't say a thing. The look of guilt in their eyes was almost impossible to hide. They couldn't say a word as they got so intimidated by the man's imposing presence. Truth be told, those students hadn't experienced something like that. Those girls who didn't want to get involved in such a big scene didn't have the guts to come forward for a while and helplessly watched the car drove away into the distance with Polly.

It was only after the car was a significant distance away that one of the students finally opened her mouth and exclaimed, "Shit, how dare he disrespect me like that!"

On the following day...

The light illuminating A University in the afternoon was so warm and comfortable. Sitting under the sun for a long time, the people were so relaxed that they couldn't help but feel a bit sleepy. Days like this one was quite rare after the new year. Be that as it might, Polly Han had requested for a leave to get some much-needed rest in her dormitory. She wasn't in the right state of mind to be attending class right now. Apart from that, she didn't want to see the disgusting sight of those two lovers around the campus. And above all else, there was one more thing that she had to figure out.

Yesterday, the man who saved her from getting disgraced any further had asked her out on a date and wanted her to have dinner with him. She turned down his request without thinking twice.

Now, after re-reading that man's message a few times over, she ended up getting pissed off.

About an hour ago.

Polly, who was still sound asleep in her dorm room, was awakened by a message. Scrambling around he bed to find her phone, she picked it up and saw that it was from Bruce He.

It was from that man!

Yesterday, he asked for her number and saved it in his phone overbearingly.

[Meet me at the gate of the campus at 5:30 p.m. If don't show up, I'll share yesterday's video to the public.]

At that moment, she was fuming with intense anger that she was about to blow a gasket. Even after cudgeling her mind to figure out how he got his hands on the video footage, she couldn't come up with anything. Then, she ended up moving her fingers and sent him a reply, albeit hesitantly.

No one had photographed their faces, so it would be hard to identify who it was!

Now that he went so low as to twist her arm, he shouldn't blame her for acting so shameless.

It didn't take too long before she got a response from him.

[Humph, dear Polly, you should just play along for now and see how it goes!]

With that in mind, Polly had to give in.

In case the video really got uploaded somewhere, even if people couldn't see her face, they would be able to get an idea of who the girl was in the video.

She couldn't care less about what other people would think of her, but what if her parents saw that? They'd definitely feel so devastated. So, she didn't want to give her parents something to worry about.

After blowing hot and cold for about ten minutes, she ended up sending the text.

[Mr. He, if I agree to have dinner with you, will you promise me that you'll delete the video?]

Now it was that man's turn to give her a response. An hour had passed, but there was still no response coming from him. At that point, she knew that she must have come across such a nasty piece of work.

A couple of minutes before five o'clock in the afternoon, Polly had packed up her things neatly and headed toward the gate to wait for him.

School ended at 5 o'clock. Her best friend, Avril An, would most certainly tell her something about Kevin and Fanny. Polly would've hated to hear any bit of news about them! In any case, even if Bruce didn't ask her out, she would still steer clear of Avril, at least for now.

In the past, she used to despise people who would turn away whenever something bad happened, but now it was her turn to realize just how hard of a situation it was to be in.

Bruce seemed to be quite pleased with Polly's response. Stepping out of his limited edition Bugatti luxury car, he kept the door open and gracefully invited her to get in. All the other girls outside the school could only watch in envy.

Meanwhile, at the gate, there happened to be a student close by named Sally Ding who was a follower of Fanny. She blurted out to the girl next to her in a peculiar tone, "No wonder she broke up with Kevin. As it turns out, she has actually hooked up with a rich man! And do you know the man who has been keeping Polly Han?" Her voice was so loud that it attracted the attention of almost everyone at the school gate. If she was completely being honest, she wasn't expecting for anyone to respond whatsoever. Her only goal was to let others know that Polly had been doing shameless things left and right.

Bruce He asked the driver to pull over right next to Sally Ding. As the car window was slowly rolled down, his handsome face appeared in front of her.

Giving her a gentle smile, he stared at her with his deep eyes. And it wasn't until her fair face had become red-flushed that he finally opened his mouth and told her slowly, "Little miss, to be kept by someone, you would need to be attractive. Meaning to say, you would first have to give a man a reason to be interested in you. Have you taken a good look at yourself in the mirror? Nobody will keep you even if you are free!"

The car drove away quickly soon after. And the onlookers at the school gate went their separate ways, not wanting to have anything to do it, leaving Sally Ding all by herself at the gate.

Noticing the smile on Polly's face, Bruce moved his lean body closer to her and asked, "What is it that makes you so happy?"

"Nothing," Polly replied as she moved aside. The smile on her face still remained.

Prior to this, she had no clue who Bruce was, but she could instinctively tell that he was no ordinary man. As she waited for his message to arrive in the dorm in the afternoon, she had googled his name to see if she could find anything. Much to her surprise, she did manage to find a bit of information about him.

As she did her search, she was so amazed to find out the titles attached to his name, the president of BA Group as well as the youngest business elite in A City. And as it turned out, he was a rather well-known personality in the internet.

Her first impression of Bruce was that he was some kind of playboy who enjoyed fooling around with women, someone who stood out in a crowd and would only show a gentle side to him if the situation called for it. Never could she have guessed that he was a famous figure in A City.

Compared with those students who had yet to graduate, he was much more dangerous and brilliant, as though he was in a league of his own. There would always be a dagger hidden behind his bright and gentle smile. As one was attracted by the light, they had to be prepared to be stabbed at any time, otherwise they would end up feeling so miserable.

Sally Ding would be a great example.

Polly felt so lucky because of her wise decision today.

While they were on their way, Bruce asked her what she wanted to eat. And she simply told him to decide himself. It wasn't that she couldn't be bothered to think of something, but it was just that a poor student like her really didn't have any idea which hotel or restaurant those belonging to the upper class usually went to. The romantic restaurant next to A University was quite good, but there would be no point in bringing it up. After all, such a small and cheap place would make a successful man like Bruce lose face.

Without bothering to ask her any more questions, Bruce dialed a number and gave someone a call. Although she was sitting right next to him, she had no clue as to who it was or what they talked about, because she couldn't understand the language Bruce was speaking.

Twenty minutes later, the car pulled over in front of a restaurant, a famous one which was owned by an Italian family, La Delizia. On the signage, glittering English letters stood, especially dazzling under the grey and blue night.

Their table was by the widow. Through the bright glass, they had a perfect evening view of the city which was bustling with activity.

The minute he took a seat, a waiter immediately walked over toward him and asked respectfully, "Mr. Bruce, would you like us to serve the dishes right away?"

Without saying anything, he simply nodded his head.

As his eyes met Polly's, which looked so surprised, Bruce beamed her a smile and said, "This restaurant is good. Trust me. I think you're going to like it."

Polly couldn't help feeling a bit uneasy. She hadn't even ordered anything yet, so how come he make the decision for her? Having said that, it was hardly surprising for a man of his stature to be acting so arrogant in front of others.

At that moment, she wanted to discuss with him the matter regarding the video, but the words she had prepared earlier got stuck in her throat and wouldn't come out. She couldn't say anything at all.

In just a matter of minutes, all the dishes were served on their table.

Raising his seemingly perfect eyebrows, Bruce asked, "Aren't you hungry? You should eat first. Go ahead." Upon saying that, he grabbed a glass of orange juice but didn't take a sip. Instead, he took his time and leisurely stared at Polly.

As she looked at all of the dishes on the table, she asked, "Mr. Bruce, are there any other guests who will be joining us?"

"No, it's just the two of us."

"But why did you order so many dishes? Isn't this a bit too much?" From the looks of it, they had probably served all of the specialty dishes of the restaurant.

Bruce's thin lips shook slightly, his beautiful black eyes glistening as he looked at her and said, "I didn't know what you would like to eat, so I asked them to prepare their best dishes. That way, you can choose whichever you want, and next time, I'll know what to order for you."

This was probably the longest meal that Polly had ever had in her entire life, and the most tiring one as well. With her mind preoccupied with other things, there was no way she could possibly feel interested in the delicious food in front of her. But she didn't have much of a choice either, so she had no choice but to go along with what he wanted.

That was all because of what the man had told her before.

Seeing that she didn't seem to be in a mood to be eating, he smiled at her and asked, his voice sounding a little concerned, "Dear Polly, is there something wrong? Why aren't you eating? Isn't there anything you might want to try? If that's the case, then no worries. There are many restaurants in A City, so we can just look for something that you might like. It's alright. We have enough time in our hands. We can check all of it one by one."

After hearing those words, she was forced to work extra hard on the food before them, trying to pretend that she was having a good time.

All in all, the dinner lasted for about an hour, and by the time they were done, it was already dark outside. So, Bruce decided to take her home.

The car pulled over at the gate of the ladies' dorm. Feeling extremely anxious, Polly thought that if she didn't bring it up this time, she wouldn't be able to get another chance to ask him about it again.

Mustering up all of her courage, she told him before stepping out of the car, "Mr. He, about the video, can..." 'Can you please delete it?' She didn't say it out loud because she was hoping that a smart man like Bruce would be able to understand what she was trying to say right away.

Putting out the cigarette he was smoking, he said in a reassuring tone, "You don't have to worry about that. The video is in my hand."

Polly was eagerly waiting for him to continue, however, nothing else came after that. Completely ignoring her, Bruce took out his cell phone. His slender fingers seemed to be doing something on the keyboard, but no one could tell what he was actually doing.

It took a bit of time before Polly could fully comprehend what he really meant. It was true that he promised her that he would not post the video online, but he never said anything about deleting it. He simply wanted to keep the video so that he could continue to threaten her.

She might have a strong mental fortitude, but she knew that she was bound to lose her temper at some point.

"Mr. Bruce, what do you mean by that? What are you trying to say? I have agreed to do what you wanted and had dinner with you. Why do you still want to keep the video? Aren't you going to delete them?"

Solely from the expression on his face, no one would be able to say whether he was pleased or angry. Staring straight at her with his deep eyes, he answered, "Do you really want to know what I want?"

Upon hearing that, Polly was rendered speechless and was frozen in place.

Last night, when he told her that he wanted to go out with her, she didn't take it seriously at all and assumed that he was just pulling her leg. After finding out more about his real identity, she came to the conclusion that he was just poking fun at her.

"I won't ever give up until I finally get what I want." Bruce took out another cigarette and lit it up. Under the light of the cigarette, it seemed as though his eyes were burning with passion. "But I'm willing to make you an exception. If you really, really want to have it, I'm keeping the video in my apartment. But before that..."

"Mr. Bruce! I'm not that kind of promiscuous woman. Please get a hold of yourself!" Polly cut him off, flying off the handle as she was talking.

Then, she swung the car door open and headed toward the dormitory.

Without any plans of stopping her in her tracks, he just kept staring at her delicate and stubborn figure through the smoke until he heard her go upstairs.

Polly was, by no means, an easy-going woman, of course he was well aware of that.

Fortunately for him, he had managed to get there in time that day. Now that she had walked into his life, he couldn't possibly stay calm any longer. How on earth was he supposed to behave himself?