Her Old Man

Han Juyou suddenly seemed to remember something important. She grabbed Shangguan Yurou’s hand and asked, "Yurou, what’s your full name?"

Shangguan Yurou frowned, confused. "My full name is Shangguan Yurou. Why?"

Shangguan Yurou?

Nangong Ye?

Han Juyou silently repeated these two names in her mind.

She suddenly recalled the last words Liu Muye had said to her on the day of freshman orientation:

["You are not allowed to get close to Nangong Ye, nor are you allowed to harm Shangguan Yurou. If you encounter any difficulties at school, you can come to me. I’ll help you. Remember my name—I’m Liu Muye."]

What did he mean by "get close to Nangong Ye"?

And "harm Shangguan Yurou"?

How did Liu Muye know she would meet these two people after school started?

The more Han Juyou thought about it, the more frightened she became. A chill ran down her spine, and her hair stood on end.

For some reason, she had a bad feeling—that Liu Muye was a terrifying person. It seemed… he knew too much?

After a moment, Han Juyou steadied herself. A mysterious glint flickered in her beautiful, fox-like eyes.

She murmured inwardly, "Liu Muye, what secrets are you hiding? And why are you approaching me?"

The more mysterious something was, the more it piqued one’s curiosity—especially for someone as sharp as Han Juyou.

If Liu Muye, on his first day transmigrating into this world, hadn’t impulsively blurted out those words, perhaps their paths would never have crossed again. But now, it was too late. He had already entangled himself with Han Juyou—in a way, he had successfully captured her attention.

Shangguan Yurou asked in return, "Juyou, what’s wrong? Is there a problem?"

Han Juyou snapped out of her thoughts and waved her hand dismissively. "It’s nothing."

"Alright."

Shangguan Yurou nodded and bent down to pick up the shards of glass on the floor.

Han Juyou quickly stopped her. "Hey, hey! You can’t pick up glass shards with your bare hands!"

"Then what should I do?" Shangguan Yurou looked up at her.

Having lived as a pampered young miss for nearly twenty years, Shangguan Yurou had barely ever held a cup at home, let alone dealt with broken glass.

Han Juyou stared at Shangguan Yurou’s clueless expression in disbelief. "You use a broom and dustpan to sweep it up and throw it in the trash, obviously."

"Ohh~"

Shangguan Yurou nodded and followed Han Juyou’s instructions, fetching the broom and dustpan from the balcony to clean up the broken glass. But her movements were clumsy.

Han Juyou, lying on the bed with a sprained ankle, watched her fumble and almost got up to help.

"Have you never done chores at home?" Han Juyou asked.

Shangguan Yurou immediately explained, "Ah, my… my parents only cared about me studying well. They never let me do these things."

"Is that so? Your parents must really dote on you." Han Juyou’s voice carried a trace of envy as she glanced at Shangguan Yurou’s soft, delicate hands.

"Buzz—buzz—"

Just then, Han Juyou received a call. "Got it."

After hanging up, she climbed out of bed.

Shangguan Yurou, who had just finished cleaning, immediately asked, "Juyou, where are you going?"

"I need to go out for a bit." Han Juyou slipped on her slippers.

Shangguan Yurou eyed her limping figure worriedly. "You’re going downstairs alone with your foot like that? Let me come with you!"

"No, it’s fine. I can manage."

Without giving Shangguan Yurou a chance to help, Han Juyou limped out of the dorm at a brisk pace…

Nangong Ye couldn’t move around easily, so he asked Liu Muye to print the meeting materials he needed for the afternoon at the convenience store across from the dorm.

As Liu Muye stepped out of the store, he spotted a man and a woman arguing in front of the girls’ dormitory across the street, surrounded by a small crowd.

That girl was… Han Juyou!

Standing opposite her was a middle-aged man, wildly gesturing at her.

"I told you, I don’t have a single cent! Stop harassing me!" Han Juyou shouted angrily.

The man pointed at her and roared, "I don’t believe you! Your mother must’ve secretly given you money—how else could you afford this elite university? Hand it over now!"

Han Juyou’s face was icy. "I was admitted on a scholarship. Tuition is free, and I don’t have any money on me right now."

The man waved his arms. "No money? Then why are you even studying? Quit school and go earn some! Come on, let’s go withdraw you right now."

He reached out to grab Han Juyou’s arm.

She stumbled back, her eyes red with fury. "Even if I work, I won’t give you a single penny! You’ll never get anything from me unless I’m dead!"

"You damn brat!" The man’s face twisted with rage. He raised his hand and swung at her. "Just like your mother—a worthless piece of trash!"

Han Juyou flinched, instinctively shutting her eyes. With her injured foot, she couldn’t dodge the blow.

But just as she braced for the slap, someone yanked her backward. She lost her balance and fell into a warm embrace.

Someone had saved her?!

Han Juyou slowly opened her eyes—and met a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Liu Muye.

Again, it was him.

"Who the hell are you?" Liu Muye glared coldly at the drunken man. "You dare cause trouble at Sylia Business School?"

"Who am I?" The man’s jowls quivered as he jabbed a finger at Han Juyou in Liu Muye’s arms. "I’m her damn father!"

Liu Muye’s brows furrowed.

Han Juyou quickly steadied herself and tugged at his sleeve. "This isn’t your problem. Just go."

"No way!" The man sneered. "You just hugged my daughter. If you don’t fork over a few hundred right now, I’ll call the cops and report you for assault!"

Han Juyou’s eyes burned with anger. "Get lost, you psycho! If you keep causing a scene at my school, I’ll be the one calling the police!"

"Oh? You want money?" Liu Muye smirked. He pulled out his wallet and grabbed a wad of bills. "Is this enough?"

The man’s eyes bulged at the stack of cash. Instantly, his tone changed. "Y-yeah, that’ll do."

"Here, take it."

"No! Don’t give it to him!" Han Juyou protested.

The man snarled, "Shut your mouth, you little—"

SMACK!

Before the man could finish his insulting words about Han Juyou, Liu Muye grabbed a handful of cash and slapped it across the man's face.

"Whoosh—!"

The bills scattered all over the ground. Ignoring the sting on his face from the money, the man dropped to his knees, frantically gathering every last note. With a twisted grin, he said, "Thank you, boss! You're so generous. My daughter is yours to do whatever you want with."

"Go to hell!"

Liu Muye hadn't been angry at first, but hearing Han Juyou's father spout such inhuman words instantly ignited his fury. He lunged forward and kicked the man square in the stomach.

Knocked flat on his back, the man still clung desperately to the wad of cash, refusing to let go.

Even after being kicked, he dared to sneer, "You dare hit me? Just wait—I'm calling the cops!"

Liu Muye didn’t hold back, delivering several more brutal kicks to the man writhing on the ground.

If the school security hadn’t arrived in time to restrain the man, Liu Muye might have beaten him to death that day.

Four security guards hauled the man away.

Liu Muye turned to the remaining guards and said sternly, "Remember this man’s face. If anyone lets him step foot in Sylia Business School again, they’re fired on the spot."

The guards nodded obediently. "Yes, young master!"

Han Juyou stood frozen in place, staring at Liu Muye with her mesmerizing fox-like eyes, a swirl of complicated emotions flickering within them.

Liu Muye... just who are you?

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