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Chapter 22 How about... I get you a girlfriend?

The words "I'll give you a reward" were like a feather, carrying a barely perceptible electric current, tickling Zhang Yan's ear and reaching the depths of his heart.

All the muscles in his body were tense.

This woman's skill level was too high. Every word she uttered, every breath she took, seemed to be meticulously calculated, precisely stepping on the edge of his sanity collapsing.

"No need for a reward." Zhang Yan took a deep breath, forcibly pulling himself out of that tingling atmosphere, turning his face away from her captivating eyes. "I should go back."

"Go back?" Nie Qingcheng straightened up, crossed her arms, and looked at him leisurely. "Go back to which? Back to your dorm room that's like a pigsty, or back to my sister's Cloud Top Manor?"

Zhang Yan: "..."

He realized that reasoning with this woman was pointless.

She's completely unreasonable.

"I'll change my clothes first." He gave up on communicating and went straight to the clothes rack to take down his faded casual clothes.

Nie Qingcheng didn't stop him. She just leaned against the wall and watched with great interest as he unbuttoned his suit and took off his expensive coat.

The boy was slender, but not frail.

Through the thin shirt, you could vaguely see the smooth lines of his muscles, which were full of youthful and vibrant energy.

Zhang Yan felt uncomfortable under her gaze, and his movements became somewhat stiff.

He turned around, his back to her, and quickly unbuttoned his shirt.

Just as he was about to put on his T-shirt, a pair of slightly cool hands suddenly touched his back from behind.

Zhang Yan's body froze instantly.

Those hands were delicate, smooth, and carried a cool, refreshing fragrance.

Her fingertips landed precisely on a vertebra of his spine, pressing gently.

"Here, my muscles are a bit tense because I used too much force when I played the piano just now."

Nie Qingcheng's voice came from behind him, with a professional tone, as if she was genuinely concerned about his health.

But that warm breath sprayed onto the back of his neck.

Zhang Yan felt as if the skin on his back was on fire, burning intensely.

"President Nie!"

He practically forced out those two words through gritted teeth.

"Um?"

Nie Qingcheng's fingers slowly slid down his spine, kneading it gently. "You called me by the wrong name again."

"If you call her by the wrong name again, your sister won't know where her hand will slip off to."

Zhang Yan: "..."

He quickly put on his T-shirt, grabbed the hand that was igniting fire all over his back, and whirled around.

"Nie Qingcheng, haven't you made enough of a scene?!"

This was the first time he had called her by her full name, his tone filled with barely suppressed annoyance.

Two small flames of shame and indignation ignited in the boy's clear eyes, and his cheeks flushed red.

Seeing his flustered appearance, Nie Qingcheng was not angry at all; instead, she chuckled softly.

She grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the door.

"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore."

"go home."

……

The two left through the VIP entrance, avoiding the crowded backstage area.

But when they reached the side door of the auditorium, they were inevitably exposed to the sight of countless people.

The party was drawing to a close, and many students had left early, gathering in twos and threes outside, excitedly discussing the amazing piano performance they had just witnessed.

When Zhang Yan and Nie Qingcheng walked out side by side, all the discussions came to an abrupt halt.

Under the cover of night, the lights were dim and yellow.

One was a young man dressed in an ordinary T-shirt and jeans, yet his refined and elegant demeanor was still undeniable.

One is a stunning queen dressed in a haute couture suit, whose powerful aura makes the surrounding air freeze.

This combination is just bizarre no matter how you look at it.

No matter how you look at it, it's full of a forbidden story.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on them as if drawn by a magnet.

"Isn't that...that Zhang Yan who plays the piano?"

"Who's that woman next to him? The one who stood up and clapped just now! My God, she's even more beautiful up close!"

"How did they end up together?"

Amidst countless inquiring, shocked, and gossipy gazes, Zhang Yan felt his scalp tingle.

He wanted to distance himself from Nie Qingcheng, but her grip on his wrist was so tight that he couldn't break free.

Nie Qingcheng seemed oblivious to the stares around her. She pulled Zhang Yan along and walked straight to the Rolls-Royce Cullinan parked in the most conspicuous spot.

Linda was already waiting by the side, and respectfully opened the car door.

Nie Qingcheng got in first, then turned around and looked at Zhang Yan, who was still frozen outside the car, raising an eyebrow.

That expression seemed to say: If you don't come up, do you want to be watched here until dawn?

Zhang Yan sighed resignedly, bent down, and got into the car.

"Bang."

The heavy car doors closed, shutting out all the noise from the outside world.

This completely confirmed everyone's suspicions.

This scene was clearly recorded by countless mobile phone cameras.

next second.

The campus forum of Jiangzhou University was overwhelmed and its servers crashed.

A few minutes later, when the technicians finished the emergency repairs, the entire forum's homepage was completely flooded with the same man's name!

Explosive news! Piano prodigy Zhang Yan was taken away in public by a mysterious female tycoon! Pictures and proof included!

In-depth analysis! Why did he walk to the front row? It wasn't a curtain call, it was a final journey!

Shocking! That Rolls-Royce Cullinan starts at eight million! What did I just see?!

It's confirmed! The truth behind the "Rhapsody" thread! One song, one thread—what an incredible love story!

Below the post, comments were refreshing at a rate of dozens per second.

The entire Jiangzhou University, whether they were at the scene or watching the live stream from their dorms, went crazy!

"So, he wasn't going for a part-time job, he was going to 'go to work'?"

"Upstairs, you're narrow-minded! Is this what you call being kept? This is a powerful alliance! Didn't you see the way the big shot looked at him? He was completely infatuated!"

"I hereby declare that from today onwards, Zhang Yan is my new male god! Not only is he handsome and talented, but he's also fucking walked the path that all of us men want to walk!"

"Waaaaah, I want to be picked up by a rich older sister in a Rolls-Royce too! I don't want a building, just buy me a game skin!"

In the dormitory building, Zhao Yu had just been helped up from the ground.

He scrolled through his phone listlessly, and when he saw these comments on the forum, his already pale face instantly turned a deep purplish-red.

His henchman, wanting to salvage the situation, gritted his teeth and posted a comment: "Ha, that sounds nice, but she's just a gigolo. What's there to envy!"

The post was just published.

One second later.

"Hey bro, how much is the hourly wage for a duck? Can you pick me up in a Cullinan? Looking for recommendations!"

"Exactly! If being a male prostitute meant this kind of treatment, I'd start practicing my speech today!"

"Stop dreaming. Do you have their face? Do you have their hand speed? They play the piano, what are you playing?"

"Sisters! Breaking news! That rich lady is Nie Qingcheng from Qingcheng Group! The richest woman in Jinghai City! Worth hundreds of billions!!"

Holy crap!!!

Holy crap!!!!

Upon seeing this comment, Zhao Yu felt a wave of dizziness, and his phone fell to the ground with a "thud," shattering the screen.

He's finished.

He wanted to crush Zhang Yan into the mud, but instead he personally elevated Zhang Yan to a pedestal.

He wanted to ruin Zhang Yan's reputation, but Zhang Yan ended up becoming the most envied person by all the boys in the school.

He lost, and lost like a complete clown.

……

The Rolls-Royce Cullinan is driving smoothly inside.

A faint, pleasant fragrance wafted through the carriage.

Nie Qingcheng crossed her legs and leaned back lazily in the leather seat, holding her phone and browsing the campus forum with great interest.

She would occasionally let out a soft laugh, the sound particularly clear in the quiet carriage.

Zhang Yan sat next to her, closing his eyes and ignoring her.

"'One song for one apartment, what kind of fairytale love is this'... Hmm, that's a good title, it's quite sophisticated."

Nie Qingcheng read the post title, turned her head, and nudged Zhang Yan with her elbow.

"Hey, everyone's saying I'm keeping you as a sugar daddy."

Zhang Yan didn't even lift his eyelids.

"It seems that I have completely ruined your reputation."

Nie Qingcheng's voice was filled with laughter as she leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against Zhang Yan's cheek.

"What if I can't find a cute, innocent girl to be my girlfriend at school anymore?"

Zhang Yan finally opened his eyes.

He turned his head and looked at that stunningly beautiful face so close to his, a face full of mockery, and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"How dare you ask?"

Seeing his sullen expression, Nie Qingcheng laughed even harder. She reached out and poked his cheek with her finger.

"What should we do then? Your older sister has to take responsibility for you, right?"

She suddenly leaned down, her red lips close to his ear, and whispered intimately in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"How about... I get you a girlfriend instead?"