Chapter 16: The School Bully

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Hua Zeyun took off all her outer clothes and slipped on Wang Zilong’s jacket. What a captivating figure—she looked slender when dressed, yet had a fleshy allure underneath. Even just wearing a deep blue school blazer without anything beneath, she exuded a unique charm, a strong, tantalizing aura that was impossible to ignore.

Such tasks were naturally beneath the three young masters. When Xining took the clothes to wash, she seized the moment when the bathroom was empty, secretly removed the triangular bandage, quickly washed the clothes and the handkerchief, and then put the bandage back on.

Without wringing it dry, she placed the clothes in the basin and brought them back, explaining that her hands were inconvenient.

Afraid that Wang Zilong might use too much force and damage the clothes, it was actually Hua Zeyun who wrung them out.

Placing the clothes on the ironing board, Xining hung the triangular bandage, then used her good right hand to iron one sleeve dry. “Done, now flip it over.”

Hua Zeyun turned the half-dried clothes to the damp side, and Xining continued to iron.

Wang Zilong looked surprised, “You know how to do this?”

“No!” Xining replied bluntly. “I don’t know how to do these things, this is just a last-minute scramble. Anyway, just drying it enough to wear is good, better than being naked. If I ruin it, I’ll just buy another set.”

She glanced at Wang Zilong. “I’m not into Guonan’s tastes, and I don’t want to cause trouble for no reason.”

At that time, Hua Zeyun didn’t even have her jacket, so one could imagine how she sat there waiting for the clothes to dry. The mental images, the heartbeat-inducing thoughts, the various flirtations all played through the mind.

After finishing the ironing, Xining carefully ironed the handkerchief dry as well, folding it with care, aligning every edge perfectly.

“What are you doing?” Wang Zilong was getting a little impatient. The entire lunch break had been spent here, and class was about to start.

Xining still said, “Folding it nicely. Look at An Xiyan—skilled and elegant—she folds her handkerchief as if it just came from the factory. No matter what, I can’t be too shabby, right?”

“Then you give it to her.” After finishing, she handed it to Hua Zeyun with a meaningful look. “I can’t pull off that expression, so you pass it on sincerely.”

Thinking of An Xiyan’s shy look when returning the handkerchief, Wang Zilong’s face lengthened.

Men are men—even if young, seeing the girl they like making a move is hardly a cause for joy! While he was constantly coaxing and accommodating, she was secretly making advances behind his back. With that expression, only the blind would believe there was no intrigue.

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Even if blinded by infatuation, jealousy still stirred. Moreover, these past few days, he hadn’t seen the black lotus shed tears for him, and the halo around her influence was fading, naturally clearing his mind a bit.

Meanwhile, Leng Heming remained as cold as ever, sitting by the windowsill, gazing out. This was probably the spot where An Xiyan stood on Friday, watching Li Qingyu and He Yuxuan chatting.

Hua Zeyun returned the handkerchief with thanks; presumably, He Yuxuan just stuffed it into his pocket.

Every time An Xiyan sat there after class, craning her neck toward the entrance, He Yuxuan never came.

Without the original scent, the handkerchief lost its meaning, and naturally, He Yuxuan had nothing to hold onto… Meanwhile, Xining, still pretending to be the injured innocent, smiled slyly behind the scenes.

Back home, Xining tossed the card to Aunt Li, urging her to show support as soon as possible.

“Mummy!” Xining said sweetly, “The Hua family’s beauty salons are opening more and more, even overseas now. Better sooner than later. Let them know we’re serious.”

Aunt Li promised to go the next day. After all, she had always had facials and hair done at the Hua family salons, and now it was even closer.

That week, Xining had little to do, but Hua Zeyun was miserable again, suffering yet another “collision” incident with another girl. He Yuxuan was equally unlucky.

Since An Xiyan had fallen and spilled water on He Yuxuan, he had nearly daily “baptisms” of water, sometimes twice a day.

It was even spilled on his pants crotch. The school uniform pants were white, making it all the more obvious. This invited some unsavory suspicions.

If He Yuxuan hadn’t stopped helping any careless girl after the fifth incident, and started avoiding any girl with a water bottle or cup, he might have ended up soaked all the time. He preferred letting them fall rather than getting wet again.

Even though He Yuxuan was a “central heating system,” warming everyone, he couldn’t have wet clothes all day, could he?

Now, Hua Zeyun and He Yuxuan were genuinely scared. At the slightest sign of trouble, they dodged so quickly and agilely, it was almost like a graceful martial art step.

The rumors spread through the school, all about how An Xiyan was using these two tricks to get close to the school heartthrobs. One accident was normal, but two handsome boys both “accidentally” befriended? That raised eyebrows.

No wall was completely soundproof. When An Xiyan heard the girls whispering about her “accidents,” she cried sadly. But no one said the gossipers were bullying her; instead, everyone was more interested in how to use these incidents to get close to the heartthrobs, who were seniors about to graduate in three and a half months.

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Friday arrived again. Wang Zilong entrusted Leng Heming to send Li Qingyu home. With the upcoming high school competition next Saturday, he needed to intensify his training and prepare fully.

Unexpectedly, Hua Zeyun came along too, claiming it was on the way to check out the new store.

Once in the car, Hua Zeyun thanked them, “Mrs. Li came right after opening and even sent a flower basket to congratulate us. We’re truly grateful!”

“What’s there to thank for?” Xining sat in the front passenger seat. “Mommy always gets facials and hair treatments at your salon. Hearing there’s one so close now makes her happier than she can say.”

“That’s very kind of you. I’ll tell the store manager to give Mrs. Li an additional 10% off on top of the 50% discount next time.” Hua Zeyun had a way with words that pleased women. Even with multiple discounts, only wealthy ladies could afford such luxuries.

Now that she thought of it, maybe the dress and makeup for the birthday banquet were provided by Hua Zeyun.

“That’s wonderful. I’ll tell Mommy; she’ll be thrilled.” Xining beamed. In business, it wasn’t just competition—it was also about relationships.

“There’s something I’m not sure if I should ask,” Hua Zeyun smiled.

Xining glanced in the rearview mirror. “What is it?”

Still smiling charmingly, Hua Zeyun said, “Recently, Elder He and I keep having ‘accidents.’ Is something wrong?”

Hua Zeyun had begun managing the family business and wasn’t as naive as Wang Zilong. She had clearly noticed something.

Asking this in front of Leng Heming meant the Hua family had capital invested in his father’s company, and Leng Heming wasn’t one to gossip, which explained her confidence.

“Yes!” Xining openly admitted. “It was me. I just wanted to give a little reminder, but everyone took it seriously. Want me to pay you for cleaning your uniform? I’ll throw in An Xiyan’s 200 yuan cleaning fee too.”