CIATB Chapter 43 The Queen Arrives at the School Cafeteria!
Chapter 43 The Queen Arrives at the School Cafeteria!
The top floor of the CEO's office at Qingcheng Group.
Nie Qingcheng was in a very good mood.
She held a Montblanc pen between her fingers, but instead of reviewing documents, she was just unconsciously twirling it between her fingers.
The pen spun rapidly, like a black butterfly dancing between her fair and slender fingers.
A faint smile played at the corners of her lips, a smile she herself was unaware of.
In my mind, the image of that boy in the office at noon, when I forcibly pressed him into my arms, his ears turning red, his body stiff, yet he dared not resist, uncontrollably surfaced.
And there was the grape he offered to his lips, and the warm, calloused fingertip that he accidentally touched.
"Oh……"
Nie Qingcheng chuckled softly, causing the pen she was spinning to pause for a moment.
The little rascal is actually quite sweet.
Just then, there was a knock on the office door, the knocking so urgent it sounded like a fire was about to start.
"Enter."
Nie Qingcheng suppressed her smile and resumed her icy queen demeanor.
The door was pushed open, and Linda practically tumbled in.
Her face, which always maintained an elite demeanor, was now completely drained of color, even paler than a freshly printed A4 sheet of paper.
Beads of cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and his carefully styled hair became a bit messy.
"Mr. Nie... Mr. Nie..."
Linda's voice was trembling uncontrollably, and she was clutching a tablet computer tightly in her hand as if she were holding a bomb that could explode at any moment.
Nie Qingcheng's delicate eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
The fact that Linda lost her composure like this suggests that it was no small matter.
"explain."
In a word, it's cold and ruthless.
Linda took a deep breath, and with trembling hands, she handed over the tablet computer as if she were going to her execution.
"Mr. Nie... could you... could you take a look at the campus forum of Jiangzhou University..."
Nie Qingcheng took the tablet.
On the screen, a title in bold, blood-red font instantly stung her eyes.
[Breaking News! School beauty Su Wanqing publicly pursues him but is rejected! Piano prince admits he's being kept by a mysterious rich woman!]
Her pupils suddenly contracted.
My gaze moved down and landed on the high-definition picture that was pinned to the top.
The angle of the photo was chosen to be extremely tricky.
In the scene, the girl named Su Wanqing was wearing a pure white dress, with glistening tears on her face. She was tightly gripping Zhang Yan's sleeve, looking so pitiful and pleading. Anyone who saw her would feel sorry for her.
Zhang Yan, on the other hand, only showed a cold profile, seemingly impatiently trying to break free.
Sunlight streamed in from behind him, dividing him and the weeping girl into two separate worlds of light and shadow.
Nie Qingcheng's fingers tightened inch by inch as she held the tablet.
Instead of reacting immediately, she scrolled through the screen and looked at the comments section below.
[Oh my god! Poor Su Wanqing! She pleaded so humbly, and still got rejected!]
[My heart aches for my goddess! What's so great about Zhang Yan? He's just a gigolo kept by a rich woman! What's with all the arrogance?!]
Honestly, they're a perfect match, both handsome and beautiful. I think that rich woman must be quite old, right? Zhang Yan, wake up! Just give in to my goddess!
[Exactly! Once the rich woman gets tired of you, you'll be nothing! Su Wanqing is your true match!]
"A perfect match?"
"A good match?"
Nie Qingcheng looked at these words, chewing them softly, her voice so low it was as if she were talking to herself.
The temperature in the office plummeted at an alarming rate.
The air seemed to have been sucked out, becoming thin and oppressive.
Linda stood to the side, barely daring to breathe. She felt as if she were on the Siberian ice field, the biting cold spreading from the soles of her feet all the way to the top of her head.
"Click—"
A crisp, teeth-grinding popping sound.
The valuable Montblanc pen in Nie Qingcheng's hand snapped in two.
Black ink splattered out, leaving a shocking stain on the back of her fair hand.
She seemed completely oblivious.
He simply tossed the broken pen barrel into the trash can.
Then, she raised her head, and her fox-like eyes, which always held a seductive charm, were now devoid of any warmth, remaining only as a bottomless, icy pool capable of freezing one's soul.
"A pure and innocent school beauty?"
She twitched the corners of her mouth, revealing an extremely cold smile.
"Very good."
Linda's body trembled violently, and she almost lost her balance.
It’s over.
The Queen's jealousy has finally exploded.
……
Meanwhile, at Jiangzhou University, in the library.
The window seat on the third floor was so quiet you could hear the pages turning.
Zhang Yan was leaning back in his chair, intently reading an original book on game theory.
He didn't take the unpleasant incident in the corridor that afternoon, or the uproar on the campus forum, to heart at all.
To him, those pointless speculations and discussions were nothing more than the chirping of cicadas in summer; he heard them, and then they passed.
Just as he turned a page of the book, preparing to study the next model.
In my mind, that cold, mechanical voice, without warning, began to frantically warn me at an unprecedentedly rapid frequency!
[WARNING! WARNING! High concentration of S-level vinegar detected!]
[Target Source: Nie Qingcheng!]
[Warning! The concentration of vinegar has exceeded the critical level! It is rapidly approaching the host's current location at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour!]
[Risk Assessment: Extremely Dangerous! Comparable to a Category 12 typhoon making landfall!]
[System suggestion: Host, please immediately! Make full defensive preparations! Or... immediately kneel down and beg for mercy!]
Zhang Yan stopped turning the pages of the book.
He stared at the densely packed English formulas on the pages of the book and remained silent for a full three seconds.
S-level jealousy?
Category 12 typhoon?
He rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.
What's wrong with this woman now?
……
The underground parking garage of the headquarters of Qingcheng Group.
Five black Maybachs, like five black beasts poised to pounce, were quietly parked in the president's private parking space.
Nie Qingcheng stepped out of the elevator, wearing ten-centimeter high heels and exuding an aura of chill that could freeze a person.
Twenty bodyguards in black were already lined up and waiting, and they all opened the car door for her.
"Mr. Nie, shall we return to the manor?"
Linda followed behind, asking tentatively.
Nie Qingcheng did not answer. She sat in the back seat of the middle car, her long legs crossed, and her black stockings gleamed dangerously in the dim light.
She raised her hand and gently wiped away the dried ink stain on the back of her hand with her fingertips. The movement was elegant, yet it revealed an indescribable ferocity.
Then, she raised her eyelids, her beautiful phoenix eyes looking through the car window towards the direction of Jiangzhou University.
The sound was as light as a snowflake, yet it carried a weight heavy enough to crush everything.
"Prepare the car."
"Go to Jiangda University."
She paused, a chilling smile curving her lips.
"I...I'm going to eat at the cafeteria."