The Little Secretary descended from the cafeteria's third floor and noticed an eerie silence on the second floor—unnaturally quiet.
"Huh? Why is everyone so quiet?"
Unlike the third floor, which required identity verification, the first and second floors were open dining areas, usually bustling with noise and crowds. This was precisely why Dongfang Zhixia disliked eating there—it was too loud, and she often had to endure the disgusting stares of certain "trash."
To avoid losing her appetite, Dongfang Zhixia and the Little Secretary always dined on the third floor.
The same logic applied to Shen Qinghan. She disliked drawing attention or making a spectacle of herself. Though she never flaunted her status, the students at the academy weren’t fools. Too many people recognized her—she was the young mistress of the Shen family, a name that carried terrifying weight.
A century ago, her family had ruled Great Sea City. With such a legacy, staying low-key was nearly impossible.
To avoid trouble and those same disgusting stares, Shen Qinghan also chose the third floor.
Clutching two trays, the Little Secretary noticed the unnatural silence. The moment she stepped onto the second floor, a sea of eyes turned toward her.
She shuddered, her face paling.
"Wuwuwu… Young Mistress, why is everyone staring at me? Wuwu…"
Whimpering pitifully, she hugged the trays and scurried toward Dongfang Zhixia, finally taking refuge beside her. The Little Secretary exhaled in relief, as if she’d reached a safe zone in a shrinking battlefield.
"Young Mistress, why… why is no one talking?" Her timid voice came from behind Dongfang Zhixia as she tugged lightly on her mistress’s sleeve.
Dongfang Zhixia finally snapped out of her daze—the lingering sensation of Ye Cheng’s kiss still clouding her mind.
Even someone as formidable as Dongfang Zhixia could be distracted.
She knew that after today, her "relationship" with Ye Cheng would be cemented in everyone’s eyes. Worse, her family would inevitably find out.
Both of Ye Cheng’s kisses had happened in front of everyone—undeniable facts. No matter how much power Dongfang Zhixia wielded, she couldn’t silence the entire school.
The truth would spread.
No amount of explanation could change the fact that her first kiss had been stolen by Ye Cheng.
Taking a deep breath, Dongfang Zhixia’s gaze sharpened as she swept it across the room.
Not a single person dared to meet her eyes.
"If you don’t want to eat, then don’t eat ever again!" Her commanding voice echoed through the cafeteria, sending a collective shiver down everyone’s spines.
Clatter, clatter, clatter—soon, the usual cacophony of chatter and clinking utensils returned. No one dared to keep staring at Ye Cheng’s group, though a few still stole glances when they thought no one was looking.
The moment Dongfang Zhixia exerted her authority, the Little Secretary felt the weight of countless stares vanish.
"Young Mistress, you’re amazing!" The Little Secretary’s eyes sparkled with admiration, her voice brimming with genuine reverence.
Unaware of what had happened earlier, she was still happily celebrating the extra hundred yuan in her allowance.
Maybe if she praised her mistress a little more, she could squeeze out even more pocket money. Hehe.
The clever Little Secretary remained oblivious to Dongfang Zhixia’s unusual mood.
"Let’s go. I’ve lost my appetite."
Dongfang Zhixia glanced at Shen Qinghan, flicked her long hair, folded her arms, and strode out of the cafeteria with confident, measured steps, her expensive leather shoes clicking against the floor.
The Little Secretary blinked, then hurried after her. "Young Mistress, what about our food?"
"We’re not eating it."
"Huh?" Her face fell instantly. She was starving.
"We’ll eat at home. I’ll have the family chef prepare something for you," Dongfang Zhixia added.
The Little Secretary’s gloom vanished in an instant. Yes!
Suddenly remembering something, she turned and scampered back to their table, pouting exaggeratedly.
"Jerk, you can have this food! Hmph!"
"Young Mistress, wait for me…"
One of the Little Secretary’s virtues was never wasting food. Even if it meant feeding a "jerk" like Ye Cheng, so be it!
Ye Cheng blinked, watching her leave. "This kid doesn’t seem very bright…"
Shaking his head, he took the "offering" without hesitation and walked over to the other young mistress, who had been silently suffering all this time.
"Young Mistress?"
Ye Cheng sat down and tentatively called out to Shen Qinghan, gauging her reaction.
Shen Qinghan ignored him. In the past, her little leather shoe would’ve already stomped on his foot by now. But this time… nothing.
A bad feeling settled in Ye Cheng’s gut.
"Young Mistress, earlier, the Student Council President—ahem, that awful woman—was just trying to provoke you! Don’t fall for it!"
His words hit empty air. Shen Qinghan remained expressionless, quietly eating her meal as if she hadn’t heard him.
"Young Mistress, I—"
"Shut up. I’m eating." Her voice was calm, her eyes never lifting from her food.
Ye Cheng: "…"
He was so dead.
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Evening.
School ended, and Ye Cheng watched helplessly as Shen Qinghan crouched slightly.
"Young Mistress, go ahead. Use me as you please!"
Shen Qinghan acted as if she hadn’t heard, silently pulling out her cane, gathering her things, and walking out.
Tap, tap, tap…
Ye Cheng’s heart sank. Since noon, the ruthless young mistress had become a completely different person—not a single word spoken. This was the worst-case scenario.
He didn’t dare force the issue, knowing her mood was fragile, so he simply followed in silence.
They walked all the way to the school gates and beyond.
"Whoa, what festival is this? Why so many black cars?"
Ye Cheng gaped at the fleet of luxury vehicles parked outside.
The moment Shen Qinghan stepped out, the doors of every black car swung open in unison. People filed out, standing in perfect formation before bowing deeply.
"Welcome home, Young Mistress!!!"
Shen Qinghan stepped into one of the cars without a word. Just as the door was about to close, Ye Cheng slipped in after her.
"Young Mistress, is this your friend?"
The short-haired woman responsible for closing the door hesitated, not daring to offend Ye Cheng—after all, her mistress had never brought a "friend" home before.
"I don’t know him." Shen Qinghan’s voice was flat.
"Understood!" The woman nodded.
Slam!
Ye Cheng was unceremoniously kicked out of the car by the woman from earlier.
Ye Cheng: "..."
The grand motorcade gradually faded into the distance. Through the rearview mirror, Shen Qinghan's gaze shifted slightly as she watched Ye Cheng sprawled on the ground.
"Who told you to kick him out?"
Her voice was unnervingly cold. The woman behind the wheel shuddered, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
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