Who Pissed Her Off Again

Liu Muye's personal ride, a Koenigsegg, was parked by the roadside near the school's administration building, already drawing a crowd of students.

As an elite institution, Sylia Business School had no shortage of wealthy young masters and mistresses. Cars worth over a million were a common sight on campus, but those in the tens of millions were still relatively rare.

Even among the rich, there were hierarchies. The average wealthy person reinvested their money to make more. Only top-tier families like the Nangong Family and the Liu Family, with fortunes so vast they couldn’t possibly spend it all, would drop tens of millions on a "big toy" for their children.

Nangong Ye was the male lead in Liu Muye’s story, and the Nangong Family was unquestionably the wealthiest in the narrative. Below them were the Four Great Families of Shangjing City, with the Shangguan Family being one of them. Further down were various minor families, which Liu Muye had originally created just to highlight how overpowered the male lead’s family was.

As for the Liu Family, Liu Muye wasn’t entirely sure where they stood in the hierarchy. After all, they hadn’t even been part of his initial worldbuilding.

Or, to put it another way, Sylia Business School itself was like a glitch in the system—even the most overpowered male lead in the story had to obediently attend classes here. If that wasn’t a bug, what was? It was completely broken!

Lost in thought, Liu Muye walked toward the crowd.

"Mind making some room?" he said casually.

"Huh?"

The onlookers turned to look at him.

One guy, holding his girlfriend’s hand, asked, "Bro, is this your car?"

"Yep."

"Sick!" The guy gave a thumbs-up.

"Thanks."

Liu Muye smiled and nodded.

"How much does it cost?"

"No idea. Tens of millions, probably."

Liu Muye replied nonchalantly, then pulled out his key, unlocked the door, and slid into the driver’s seat.

The guy’s girlfriend immediately brightened up and leaned in. "Hey, handsome, can I sit inside and take a pic?"

Liu Muye frowned at her. "Not a good idea."

"Oh, it’s fine. I barely know him anyway," she said, shoving the guy who’d just spoken to Liu Muye aside and reaching for the door handle.

But the door was locked, and she couldn’t open it.

The guy instantly confronted her. "What the hell? You said you’d be with me!"

The girl retorted, "Who said that?"

Confused, he shot back, "You literally accepted my gifts and said you’d be with me!"

She rolled her eyes. "I told you yesterday I still needed time to prepare. Relationships don’t just happen overnight. You can’t rush these things!"

"Then why’d you say you barely know me just now?" He pointed at her accusingly. "Why are you so desperate to distance yourself?"

She scoffed. "Until we’re officially together, we’re not that close, okay? There’s nothing wrong with what I said. Who told you accepting gifts means—"

"VROOM—!"

"Ahh!"

Before she could finish, Liu Muye, who’d had enough of the drama, revved the engine in neutral. The deafening roar startled the girl.

Liu Muye looked at the guy. "Dude, she’s made herself clear. Still simping? Just move on—there’s better out there."

"Thanks, man. At least now I see her for who she really is," the guy said gratefully.

"No problem!"

With that, Liu Muye drove off in style.

That guy reminded him of a college roommate he’d once had—a decent guy who’d barely scraped by on his own meager allowance but still lent money to Liu Muye when he was broke.

Sadly, that roommate later fell for a gold-digger. On a monthly allowance of just over a thousand, he pinched pennies to buy her designer clothes, bags, and the latest phones while working grueling day jobs, surviving on nothing but steamed buns and tap water. Every cent he earned went to her.

In the end, she cheated on him with some balding guy who drove a Mercedes. The roommate was so heartbroken he nearly hanged himself. It took Liu Muye and two other roommates an entire night to talk him down.

But honestly, the guy was kind of an idiot—why choose to be a simp? Simps die miserable deaths, boys. Don’t follow his example.

Liu Muye hadn’t driven far from the administration building when he spotted Han Juyou walking out of the library, arms full of books.

That graceful silhouette—he recognized her instantly. No mistaking it.

He slowed down and steered toward her.

Just as he was about to reach her, two figures suddenly appeared beside his car.

"Hey hey, Class President Liu! It really is you!"

"President, your car is so cool!"

"Sun Zihan? Zhang Ning?" Liu Muye frowned once he recognized them.

He didn’t stop, keeping the car idling forward.

Sun Zihan beamed, matching the car’s pace. "Wow, President, you actually remember us? We’re honored!"

Beside her, Zhang Ning strutted alongside the car, batting her lashes. "President, can we hop in for a ride?"

Liu Muye smirked. "Sorry, this junk only has two seats. Can’t fit three."

Sun Zihan quickly cut in, "Then just take me!"

Zhang Ning instantly scowled. "Why you? I asked first!"

"Aren’t you into Nangong Ye? Why compete with me for the president?"

"Even if I don’t, he still wouldn’t like you."

"You two keep fighting. I’m out."

Liu Muye couldn’t be bothered with their catfight. He floored it and left them in the dust.

Soon, he caught up to Han Juyou, who was already far ahead.

Liu Muye waved at her. "Hey, gorgeous. Wanna go for a spin?"

Han Juyou recognized his car, so she wasn’t too surprised. "Didn’t you say you couldn’t afford gas? Why’s the car out again?"

Liu Muye raised a brow. "Dad unfroze my accounts. I’m rich again."

"No wonder," Han Juyou teased. "The sky’s clear, the rain’s stopped, and now you think you’re hot stuff again, huh?"

For some reason, hearing about Liu Muye’s financial revival made her mood dip.

Maybe it was because these past three days, walking to class together, heading to the cafeteria, eating cheap fast food—it had all given her the illusion that Liu Muye was just an ordinary guy like her.

But now, that illusion shattered. She suddenly remembered: Liu Muye was wealthy. The entire Sylia Business School belonged to his family. How could he ever be as ordinary as her?

Liu Muye patted the car door. "Come on, hop in. Let’s go for a drive."

Hiding her disappointment, Han Juyou shook her head. "No thanks. The dorm’s just ahead. I’ll walk."

"It's still early—why go back to the dorm? Come on, I’ll take you for a ride," Liu Muye said, oblivious to the subtle shift in Han Juyou's mood, patting the car door impatiently. "Get in."

"Really, no thanks. I need to go back and work on my novel!"

Han Juyou quickened her pace, heading straight for the residential area.

"?"

Liu Muye stared at Han Juyou, who had practically bolted away, a huge question mark popping up in his head.

Who pissed her off this time?

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