“What—cat got your tongue?”
Qiao Chu lifted her leg and kicked Wu Zhe without the slightest politeness.
“Butler Wu, I really didn’t expect you to be such a narcissist—setting your own glam shots as your wallpaper and admiring them over and over.”
Wu Zhe, teetering on the edge of villain arc activation: “???”
The young miss was still too innocent. She had no idea what those photos truly meant.
They were countless mornings waking to damp, sticky sheets.Bone-deep, aching hardness.His shameful, unspeakable depravity gnawing at him in the dark.
The worst outcome hadn’t happened—he should have felt relieved.Yet an unnameable sense of loss crept in, as though something were slowly devouring his flesh and blood.
Wu Zhe lowered his eyes, silent, and headed toward the door.
Tall and lean, posture straight—even his backlit silhouette was unfairly captivating.
Qiao Chu watched him for a long moment before calling out,“Stop. Weren’t you going to make tea for me? It’s working hours, Butler Wu—where do you think you’re going?”
She’d already lost her male-model teasing quota for the day.Now Wu Zhe wanted to skip work too? Dream on.
A boss who isn’t ruthless isn’t a good boss.An employee who doesn’t work overtime isn’t a good employee.
After falling out with Shang Shi’an, Qiao Chu hadn’t gone out partying anymore.
Mostly because that crowd was sketchy—gray areas, smoking, drinking, secondhand smoke everywhere. Bad for health.
By comparison, her new deskmate, Bai Lang, was practically an angel.
He paid attention in class and even ran to the convenience store after school to buy her snacks.
Like most teenage boys, he was energetic, but he always smelled clean and fresh—like an exquisite vanilla lemon mousse.
The invisible boundary Qiao Chu had drawn between their desks had long since migrated to the middle of Bai Lang’s.
Her mirror, makeup, and little bottles were neatly arranged on his desk—clearly maintained with care, radiating girlish charm.
Bai Lang quietly watched her write her case analysis, idly fiddling with a pearl hair tie.Sometimes he kneaded it between his fingers, sometimes slid it onto his wrist to try it on.
A boy wearing a hair tie given by his girlfriend to show he’s “taken” wasn’t unusual among lovestruck teens.
Childish.
He’d taken the hair tie himself from Qiao Chu’s box—he just thought it looked nice.There was no way he’d play such cheesy games.
The wristband he’d “accidentally” left in her bag last time had been meant as an excuse to ask her out.
But the young miss had miraculously reformed—not only skipping class no more, she wasn’t even late or leaving early.
For the first time, Bai Lang found classes interesting.
Naturally, the wristband lost its purpose.
Today, Qiao Chu carried that same bag again—but he didn’t see his wristband in the side pocket.
Had she found it and quietly put it away?
That unrestrained thought instantly sent heat rushing through the young man’s body.His mind went blank, imagination running wild.
It was just a wristband. If it was gone, it was gone. He tried to force himself not to care.
But how could he not care?
Rumors were everywhere—that he’d successfully edged out Shang Shi’an, become Miss Qiao’s “blue-haired confidant,” and would soon go head-to-head with Shang Shixu.
Bai Lang didn’t mind being gossiped about.In fact, when he heard the rumors firsthand, a flicker of secret joy crossed his heart.
If only… they were true.
All his upbringing had drilled into him one thing:coveting someone else’s fiancée was wrong.
But at the same time, he knew very clearly—Qiao Chu didn’t seem remotely interested in her fiancé.Arranged marriages were feudal garbage.
If it was wrong for him to covet someone else’s fiancée,then was it right for others to covet his deskmate?
After much inner struggle, Bai Lang brought it up as casually as he could.
“Qiao Chu, I lost a sports wristband. Could it have fallen into your bag last time?”
Qiao Chu looked confused and rummaged through her backpack.“Nope. It’s not here. You must be mistaken.”
Now it was Bai Lang’s turn to be stunned.
He remembered clearly—it had been in the side pocket.
The fire in his chest was instantly doused with icy water.
Seeing his crestfallen expression, Qiao Chu’s soft spot—reserved exclusively for puppy-types—kicked in.She slung an arm around his shoulder in a buddy-buddy way, taking advantage.
“Tell me—was that wristband really important to you?”
Because of their difference in height and build, the pose was awkward.Bai Lang wore short sleeves, and one arm brushed against something soft.
The instigator was completely unaware, still leaning into him.Her faint, girlish scent kept drifting into his nose, making his blood boil.
Bai Lang nearly lost the ability to think.He stared straight ahead and nodded stiffly.
Qiao Chu patted his shoulder like she was comforting a child.“I see. My condolences. How about I give you a gift this weekend to make up for losing your wristband?”
Bai Lang turned red like a fully cooked lobster.“A… gift?”
“Secret.” Qiao Chu raised a brow with a wicked grin.“But I guarantee—it’ll be a treasure no grown man could resist. Just wait and see!”
All Bai Lang’s not-so-pure ears heard was the word grown.
From his limited life experience, anything labeled “adult” usually had nothing to do with innocence.
Combined with the occasional scandalous words that slipped from Qiao Chu’s mouth, his heart raced even harder.
She wouldn’t… really be planning to give him that kind of item, would she?
Looking at the puppy’s reddened eyes, Qiao Chu nearly lost control and kissed him twice.
This was illegally cute.
Boys really needed to be raised with money—otherwise a bad woman like her could trick them away with just a casual promise. Poor thing.
Qiao Chu pushed her luck.“If you accept my gift, you’re not allowed to accept anyone else’s. Can you do that?”
Bai Lang lowered his beautiful puppy eyes. A muffled hum rumbled from his chest.“…Mm.”
Qiao Chu nodded in satisfaction.If he couldn’t do that, she simply wouldn’t give the gift.A puppy anyone could steal wasn’t worth it—cheap.
That weekend, Bai Lang and his friends met at a racing club in the outskirts of the city.
To match the vibe, Qiao Chu waved her hand grandly and bought a brand-new limited-edition supercar—custom silver-gray, aggressively cool.
Having money was bliss.She never looked at price tags—purely about flexing.
That’s right. Qiao Chu was there to flex.
According to Bai Lang, the club was full of young, handsome boys.Wasn’t that basically inviting wolves into the house?
She’d have the boys take her for rides, left and right arms full, surrounded by eye candy—that was true Fast & Furious. Just imagining it made her brain climax.
Best of all—she’d paid for the car with Wang Qiuxia’s card.
It started because Qiao Yue complained that with the family driver following Qiao Chu everywhere, it was inconvenient for her to go to and from school.
She pestered Wang Qiuxia to buy her a car.
Qiao Chu immediately called the old man to complain, accusing her stepmother of favoritism—buying a car for Qiao Yue but not for her.
Qiao Qihong promptly tore Wang Qiuxia a new one.
A biological daughter versus someone else’s child—there was always a difference.He wasn’t about to let Qiao Chu feel slighted.
So Qiao Chu happily walked away with a Koenigsegg worth tens of millions.
Qiao Yue got a 100,000-yuan Volkswagen.
She clung to Wang Qiuxia and nearly cried herself to death.
Wu Zhe folded his arms and delivered the finishing blow coldly:“You’re disturbing the young miss’s ears. If she hadn’t wanted to buy a car, you wouldn’t even have gotten that 100,000.”
As a meticulous butler, Wu Zhe only cared about saving money, making money, and spending money on the young miss.
Everyone else didn’t exist.
Qiao Yue cried even harder, completely falling apart.
“W-w-why are you all so cruel? Even a stray cat you picked up wears a 100,000-yuan tag… waaah, I don’t want to live anymore!”
Qiao Chu gave Butler Wu a thumbs-up for combat effectiveness.
Then she slammed the car door, floored the accelerator, and blasted the refined gentleman with exhaust fumes.
Heh heh heh—
Young, handsome little fresh meats—your big sister is coming!