“Personal assistant!!??” Chen Xinyi shouted, confirming she hadn’t misheard. “Besides… we don’t even have such a position, do we?”
Leng Yueli smiled faintly and said, “What I mean is, he’ll be by my side from now on, and once we graduate, he’ll directly join Leng Corporation as my personal assistant.”
Luo Chenxuan kept his head down. Listening to Leng Yueli’s words felt like being sentenced to death.
“But why?? He… he can’t even talk.”
“You can’t discriminate against others. In my view, as long as a person is capable, that’s enough. Whether he can talk isn’t the standard by which I judge someone.”
“But we just met him. How can you tell he’s capable?”
“I trust my own judgment. You just need to follow through.”
“But, but…” Chen Xinyi still wanted to argue, but Leng Yueli simply waved her off, clearly not intending to entertain her questions any further.
At that moment, the more Wang Tianwen listened, the angrier he got. His hands were clenched so tightly they nearly bled. Deep down, he looked down on Luo Chenxuan and couldn’t understand why someone like him could be chosen by Leng Yueli. When Wang Tianwen stood before her, all he received was disdain, yet that bastard got her attention. However, the corners of his mouth slowly curled into a smirk—he had thought of a way to frame him.
Leng Yueli turned to Luo Chenxuan and said, “That’s how it is. Remember to report to the third floor tomorrow.”
Luo Chenxuan knew clearly he was heading toward a dead end. He didn’t know why, but it felt like Leng Yueli was guiding him down a path someone had already paved, luring him step by step until he’d finally fall into a trap.
Jiang Ru was visibly displeased, pouting and muttering to herself.
After Leng Yueli left, she walked ahead of the rest of the student council members. No one saw her face at that moment—it was twisted in obsession and madness. Her gaze was filled with affection, yet laced with an uncontrollable possessiveness.
Leng Yueli had been laying out this path one step at a time. From the beginning, when she saw that man who had haunted her dreams on the freshman roster, her long-dead heart reignited.
During freshman orientation, she found the right opportunity to approach him. That voice—even if it had changed—her body instinctively recognized it.
She clenched her fists tightly, afraid she wouldn’t be able to hold herself back. But when she was only a few steps away from Luo Chenxuan, she realized she’d overestimated her self-control. She couldn’t resist stepping forward and touching him. At that moment, every cell in her body trembled—it felt like she had found the soulmate who was born to match her.
But… the man she loved most actually had another girl beside him. That was something she absolutely couldn’t tolerate.
So when recruiting for the student council, she first confirmed whether Jiang Ru would join, then forced Luo Chenxuan to join. Worried Jiang Ru might change her mind, she immediately placed Luo Chenxuan at her side. That way, even if Jiang Ru did join later, she’d know she could never be with Luo Chenxuan.
To Leng Yueli, dealing with a vixen like that was incredibly easy. But since they hadn’t yet acknowledged each other, she didn’t want to alert her prey too early.
Everything was progressing smoothly.
“Very soon… very soon, we’ll be together forever…”
The next day.
“So many things happened yesterday~” The chubby boy next to Luo Chenxuan couldn’t help but tease.
After everything that had happened the day before, for some reason, even Jiang Ru had stopped talking to Luo Chenxuan. Everyone now seemed to treat him as an enemy. On the first day, he had already become the public enemy of all the male students.
Only this chubby boy named Li Hao was still willing to talk to him, so at least he wasn’t completely isolated on day one.
“Stop being sarcastic… I’m trying to figure out how to escape my inevitable doom,” Luo Chenxuan said listlessly.
“What do you mean?”
“Sigh, you don’t need to get it. Do you have anything I can use to cover my face?”
Li Hao rummaged around and said, “I’ve got an unused face mask…”
“Thank you. If I survive this, I’ll repay you,” Luo Chenxuan said as he took the mask and put it on.
“I’m heading to the student council to face death… no, I mean, report in…” He now looked like a criminal about to walk to his execution.
“Uh… well, good luck then.”
When he reached the third floor in front of the student council office, all the regular members had gathered in their designated classroom on the first floor. But Luo Chenxuan, being specifically appointed by Leng Yueli, had to report directly to the student council office on the third floor.
He patted his cheeks, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
He didn’t recognize the voice and didn’t think much of it, so he pushed the door open. Inside sat Yue Xi—the same girl who had been following behind Leng Yueli the day before. She was part of the disciplinary committee in charge of campus rules.
Yue Xi was petite, with a blank expression. She wasn’t exactly beautiful, but her appearance was unbelievably cute. Yet behind that cuteness was a chilling aura of death.
No wonder she was on the disciplinary committee. Luo Chenxuan felt like just being near her was dangerous. He instinctively decided it was better to keep his distance.
He slowly sat down on a chair far away from her.
The two remained silent. The air was so quiet, it was eerie.
After a while, Yue Xi finally spoke in a cold, emotionless tone, “You can talk, right?”
The question startled Luo Chenxuan. He had intended to keep pretending to be mute, so he pulled out his prepared pen and paper to write.
But the next second, Yue Xi crossed the table at an inhuman speed and pressed her hand on top of his paper.
“I said, you can talk, right?”
Her eyes seemed to see through everything. She was dead serious, and if he didn’t answer soon, it felt like she’d force the truth out of him.
Luo Chenxuan sighed helplessly. “Yes… I can talk.”
“Why lie to people?”
“I have my reasons…”
Yue Xi looked at his sincere eyes but still felt a trace of suspicion lingering in her mind.
“Then why the mask?”
“I’m sick, didn’t want to infect anyone.”
“You think I’m that easy to fool?”
Luo Chenxuan looked at her getting closer and closer—those delicate features, those clear, pale-blue pupils—it felt like nothing could be hidden from her.
Uh… aren’t you getting a little too close?
Yue Xi suddenly realized how near she was. Her ears turned a light shade of red like ink spreading in clear water. But she still acted indifferent, slowly standing up and walking away.
“I’ll be watching you.”
That was all she said before leaving.
After sitting there alone for a while, Leng Yueli and Zhong Qing finally walked in.
“You’ve been here a while?” Leng Yueli was the first to speak.
Luo Chenxuan quickly wrote on the paper: Just arrived not long ago.
“Why are you wearing a mask? Are you sick?”
He wrote: Yes.
Leng Yueli didn’t press further and glanced around the office.
“Where’s Yue Xi? Didn’t we ask her to come too?”
Luo Chenxuan shook his head to indicate he didn’t know. He thought to himself, No way I’m telling her what just happened…
“Zhong Qing, go get Yue Xi.” Zhong Qing nodded and left.
Now, only Luo Chenxuan and Leng Yueli were in the room.
Leng Yueli pulled a chair to sit across from him and asked, “So, are you getting used to the new campus life?”
He quickly wrote: Mm, I’ve already gotten used to it.
“That’s good. Is your illness serious?”
He wrote: It’s nothing serious.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen your face, have I?”
He wrote: I’m afraid of infecting you.
“Hmm… but I’m not afraid of catching it. After all, if you’re sick, then it’s the same as me being sick, since we… already share the same blood.”
Leng Yueli lowered her head slightly, a twisted smile tugging at her lips. Madness, obsession, and delusion tangled in her eyes.
Luo Chenxuan felt his body begin to disobey him. His hand trembled as he reached for the pen. Suddenly, Leng Yueli placed her hand over his. The touch was soft yet chilling to the bone. That familiar voice whispered again, like a demon’s murmur—full of the joy of capturing prey after days of hunger, the excitement of having her toy back in hand, and the frenzy of doting on a cherished possession to the extreme.
“No need to write anymore… Chenxuan.”
Leng Yueli’s other hand caressed his face and removed his mask. Her heavy breathing grew faster. She sat on Luo Chenxuan’s lap, leaned against his shoulder, and licked his ear. A warm breath enveloped his earlobe, accompanied by a soft whisper.
“The game is over…”