Xi Yize looked up and saw the girl inside the elevator, his brow lifting almost imperceptibly, but he said nothing.
Seeing him enter, Jing Nian’an turned her head away and crossed her arms, trying to use her powerful aura to keep this person at a distance.
But it was of no use…
Because the next second, a tall shadow fell over her. Jing Nian’an instinctively looked up, meeting a pair of indifferent eyes—dark as ink, devoid of emotion, yet inexplicably unsettling.
“Move aside,” the man said flatly.
Before the words had fully left his mouth, a slender, well-defined hand reached past her side, his index finger pressing precisely on the fingerprint scanner.
The elevator beeped and started, the doors slowly closing.
This was the Green Channel specially approved by the board of directors.
At St. Sylan, the Student Council president, who wore the Golden Badge, wielded authority and responsibilities far beyond those of ordinary faculty.
From organizing school celebrations to overseeing exams, from approving club budgets to investigating disciplinary incidents—almost every document requiring the Steel Seal had to pass through the Student Council.
Thus, the purest purpose of this elevator was to save the president’s time.
Jing Nian’an finally snapped out of it, her porcelain-like face flushing crimson in an instant.
She tilted her head back and shot a covert glare at the guy who had embarrassed her, then turned away, pursing her lips in silent anger.
The young man merely kept one hand in his pocket, focused intently on his phone screen, the cold light reflected off his glasses obscuring his gaze.
His slender fingers occasionally swiped quickly across the screen, as if he were handling some important matter.
An eerie silence fell in the elevator, broken only by the faint hum of machinery.
When the elevator doors opened again, Jing Nian’an stepped out first.
Mimicking the man’s earlier tone, she said coolly, “Move aside.”
Her leather shoes tapped crisply against the floor, each step landing with deliberate force.
Xi Yize’s gaze followed the new student who had boarded the wrong elevator, lost in thought.
Why was she a new student…
Because since the start of his freshman year, she was the third person he had encountered who had boarded the wrong elevator.
The other new students, upon realizing their mistake, had all looked embarrassed and quietly taken the stairs down.
But the person in front of him… judging from her back, she seemed quite angry?
He wondered which department had recruited this new student—she wasn’t even wearing a badge…
When he saw the girl not heading down the stairs but instead wandering around and opening the door next to his office, Xi Yize’s brow twitched almost imperceptibly.
If he remembered correctly, that was the office of the previous president, Wen Zhuo.
But Xi Yize wasn’t one to pry into matters unnecessarily.
The next moment, he withdrew his gaze and walked straight into his own office.
Jing Nian’an pushed open the door to the lounge. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting dappled shadows on the carpet.
She looked around, her lips unconsciously curving upward as her fingertips traced the intricate embroidery on the sofa armrest.
Every detail in the room perfectly mirrored her preferences.
Then, drowsiness washed over her like a tide. She kicked off her little leather shoes and sank into the sofa.
The girl curled up into a ball. Outside the window, the tree shadows swayed gently, enveloping her in a mottled halo of light.
Meanwhile, in a certain Student Council chat group…
Messages kept scrolling. This group didn’t include the president and was specifically used for venting.Publicity Department – Wild Fan of Miao Zai: 【Breaking news, kitten back view.jpg!!!】
External Relations Department – Some Overworked Drone: 【?? Just ran into them eating on the restaurant’s second floor, how did they end up here? Did they mess up?】
External Relations Department – Pure Hate Warrior: 【Don’t even want to expose whether you really “ran into” them or not.】
Arts Department – Creeper: 【Strutted right into the President’s Elevator with a proud step, nearly scared me to death!】
Organization Department – President, Love Me One More Time: 【Damn, Xi Yize treats me like a dog, and now he’s stealing my wife too??】
Organization Department – The Organization Needs Me: 【Stop yapping, you filled out the document wrong, come back and be a dog again!】
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This nap was unusually deep. By the time Jing Nian’an opened her eyes again, the setting sun had dyed the entire room a honeyed hue.
Faint chimes drifted in from outside the window, reminding her—she had likely missed most of the afternoon classes.
When the groggy girl returned to the classroom, she spotted Lin Jinhuan sitting at her desk at first glance, startling her fully awake.
Hearing the sound, Lin Jinhuan looked up, her neat short hair swaying slightly with the movement.
The next moment, she quickly stood up, her long legs taking a stride to the girl’s side.
Ming Jiahe, sitting in the adjacent seat, wore a resentful expression, glaring at Lin Jinhuan’s back.
Awake now?
Lin Jinhuan stood up, deliberately softening her voice, yet unable to hide a trace of tension in her tone.
Heaven knows how anxious she had been just now…
She had come to deliver notes to her, only to find the classroom empty.
The moment she realized the girl was missing, all sorts of terrifying thoughts flooded her mind—because no matter how bold the delicate one acted, she was still a paper tiger at heart.
In the past, it was always her who took the young lady around to play.
In those unfamiliar and complex environments, An’an could only strut around confidently because she had her by her side.
Now that she wasn’t there, and An’an was nowhere to be found…
Lin Jinhuan didn’t want to dwell on it further and hurried to find the mentor arranged by Jing Lüyan, only to discover that even he didn’t know where she was.
She then sought out Song Shishi, who said the girl didn’t allow anyone to follow her.
In her desperation, she even went to the security office to check the surveillance footage… but found nothing.
Finally, with no other options, she dialed Jing Lüyan’s number.
Only after learning that Jing Nian’an was simply sleeping in the lounge did her hanging heart finally settle.
But the man’s final words on the phone left her silent for a long time—
Miss Lin, you are not the bodyguard I hired.
Yes, she was no longer her bodyguard…
Lin Jinhuan looked up at the wary little expression on the girl’s face before her and allowed a slight smile to curve her lips.
Whether she was or wasn’t, what did it matter?
Bodyguard or caretaker, she only wanted to follow her heart…