Not a chance—seriously, that level of “combat power” and they still had the nerve to show off?
The group of delinquent girls scrambled out of the bathroom, crawling and stumbling as they fled without a trace.
How boring.
Su Qian stood at the entrance of the restroom, giving the mop in her hand a hard thud against the floor, shaking her head.
As expected of a cliché novel world—she just had to act a little unhinged, and she could bulldoze her way through everything.
She picked up the mop, about to return it to its place, when she noticed the surrounding students staring at her in stunned silence. Not a single one dared to move.
Su Qian: “What?”
The students immediately lowered their heads and scattered, each pretending to be busy.
Good grief—none of them even dared meet her gaze.
So it turns out a single mop was enough to become the most terrifying weapon in the eyes of these rich young masters and ladies.
They didn’t even dare look into her “deep and unfathomable” eyes anymore.
Life as a transmigrator is way too easy.
Su Qian turned around with the mop in hand, when suddenly the door of the men’s restroom next door was slammed open.
She looked up.
A tall figure stood there—broad-shouldered but lean.
The man slightly lifted his face. Messy bangs covered his eyes, but beneath them was a gloomy, cold gaze. His pale face was strikingly handsome… and streaked with bright red blood.
Su Qian froze.
He leaned against the door with one hand, the veins on the back of his hand clearly visible. His knuckles were covered in abrasions.
His school uniform was washed out and stained with blood, torn into disarray, revealing his collarbone and the defined lines of his chest—lean but firm, with an almost suffocating sense of dangerous allure.
…What a perfectly “battle-damaged” pretty boy!
Her eyes lingered on the small brown mole on his nose bridge.
Wait. Isn’t this Lu Yan?
The future final boss in the original novel—the one who nearly bankrupted the male and female leads’ entire families, only to be taken down thanks to their protagonist halo, after which they seized his assets and became the richest people instead?
Su Qian’s voice stuttered a little.
“You… you got beaten up?”
No way?! This ruthless, vindictive, and borderline unkillable big boss—who would even dare mess with him?
Oh… right.
She remembered now. According to the timeline, Lu Yan was still a senior in college, the illegitimate son of the Lu family who hadn’t been acknowledged yet.
In two months, he would succeed in starting his business and become a dark horse in A-city’s new energy industry, finally earning recognition from the Lu family.
Then, within just half a year, he would take over the Lu Group and officially become the biggest villain in the story.
So he was still the down-and-out version of the final boss…
Lu Yan looked at her silently. His expression was blank, his eyes cold and sharp like a lone wolf with a murderous glint.
Su Qian couldn’t stand it. She pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and shoved it into his hand.
“You’ve got blood all over your face. Wipe it off,” she said. “Who hit you? I’ll deal with them. No big deal.”
Lu Yan stared at the handkerchief but said nothing.
At that moment, a tall, bulky guy walked out behind him, pushing the door open like a bear.
Just as he charged toward Lu Yan, Su Qian swung the mop horizontally, pointing it straight at him.
“Stay back!” she glared. “He’s under my protection.”
Is this Lu Yan? No.
This is the ultimate future tool—no one touches him under her watch.
She didn’t notice that Lu Yan’s gaze flickered slightly as he looked at her.
The big guy hesitated, swallowed hard at the sight of the mop, and eventually retreated in defeat.
Su Qian snorted and planted the mop back on the ground.
Seeing that Lu Yan was still looking at her, she awkwardly laughed and explained, “I’m just… against school bullying, you know? Everyone has a responsibility! Don’t worry—I said it, so I’ve got you covered.”
“If anyone messes with you again, just mention me. I’m Su Qian.” She patted his shoulder. “Got it?”
Lu Yan looked at her for a moment, then gave a low, hoarse “Mm.”
What a well-behaved final boss!
Su Qian looked at him with affectionate satisfaction, withdrew her hand, and walked off proudly.
Haha! Now that Lu Yan has appeared, teaming up with him means those two—Ji Yuhan and the others—are as good as finished!
……
After Su Qian left, the big guy came back and blocked Lu Yan again.
Lu Yan lifted his eyes.
Under the bulky shadow, the man’s rough, fleshy face was filled with fear as he lowered his head, trembling.
“Brother Yan…”
Lu Yan shifted slightly, lazily straightening up from the door.
Only then did the scene he had been blocking from Su Qian come into view.
The ground was full of thugs, groaning and writhing in pain, too afraid to make a sound.
Lu Yan casually rotated his wrist, and the big guy immediately bowed in panic, apologizing repeatedly.
“Sorry, Brother Yan, we were blind! We won’t dare again…”
“Get lost,” Lu Yan said, his voice low and hoarse.
The injuries on his hand were clearly from beating people. And the blood on his face…
He lowered his eyes at the handkerchief in his hand but didn’t use it, instead wiping the blood away with the back of his hand.
It was all from the fight just now.
The big guy quickly rushed in, helping the others limp away.
“Sorry, Brother Yan…”
“We know we were wrong…”
“Goodbye, Brother Yan…”
They left in a hurry, while Lu Yan stood still, unmoving, watching in the direction Su Qian had gone.
Their voices drifted back faintly:
“Bro, who was that girl earlier?”
“Su Qian. Ji Yuhan’s fiancée!”
“Oh… no wonder she spoke like that…”
Fiancée…
Lu Yan silently withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and slid one hand into his pocket.
Along with it, he kept the handkerchief Su Qian had given him.