C3 Saving the Problematic Girl!
At that moment, Tang Ruoyan exuded elegance in her crisp white blouse and tailored blazer, complemented by a black pencil skirt and flesh-toned stockings. Her hair was swept up into a neat bun, and her high heels accentuated her stunning figure, with her exquisite curves enhancing her radiant, icy, and aristocratic aura.
However, her gaze toward Qin Fann was filled with indifference, her eyes showing not a trace of emotion. She glanced at him briefly and said, "Let's have dinner. Mom and Dad are away on a business trip."
"Okay, sister," Tang Bao'er responded, her voice tinged with apprehension toward her sister. Absent was her usual willfulness seen in Qin Fann's presence; she nodded obediently and sat down at the dining table, exuding the poise and grace of a well-bred young lady, meticulously eating her meal.
Qin Fann knew better than to embarrass himself. After quietly finishing his meal, he withdrew to the living room to read. With her sister's stern gaze upon her, Tang Bao'er returned to her room to study, her face etched with misery, daring not to voice any complaints.
Whether in the corporate realm or at home, Tang Ruoyan's word was absolute. She commanded respect like a queen, her formidable abilities and shrewd strategies ensuring that everything was managed with precision, and no one dared to defy her.
Who wouldn't be captivated by a rose, even one with thorns? Qin Fann was no exception; he recognized her charm and knew that winning over such a captivating woman would demand significant effort and patience.
He silently swore that one day, this stunning woman would truly become his wife in every sense.
It was well into the night when Qin Fann finally made his way to the bedroom. The soft light illuminated Tang Ruoyan's luminous skin, highlighting her pale cheeks, delicate brows, and gently parting lips, all set against an angelic face that was breathtakingly beautiful.
Qin Fann took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and concentrated on his breathing exercises, struggling to fall asleep until the wee hours.
Had it not been for the gentleman's agreement they made on their wedding day—no physical contact without Tang Ruoyan's permission, with separate beds and mutual non-interference—he would have given in to his desires long ago.
Though married, their relationship was in name only. Tang Ruoyan found it convenient to use Qin Fann as a buffer, keeping at bay the countless suitors who pursued her.
Close enough to sense each other's breath, yet they might as well have been worlds apart.
The next morning, Qin Fann woke to find Tang Ruoyan gone, with breakfast for him and Tang Bao'er left on the table.
Since the previous night's incident, Tang Bao'er had completely changed her tune towards him. The mockery and scorn were gone, replaced by a look of admiration that Qin Fann found quite gratifying.
Rescuing a troubled girl seemed to be a deed of boundless merit.
"Qin Fann, I'm leaving..." When it was time to part ways at school, Tang Bao'er unusually made a point of saying goodbye to Qin Fann, who simply nodded in response, causing her a twinge of disappointment.
The Philosophy Department was teeming with beauties, each more radiant than the last. Despite their high standards and proud demeanors, they paid no mind to Qin Fann, the son-in-law, as if he were thin air.
Nevertheless, Qin Fann couldn't help but admire them—their striking beauty, figures, and elegance, not to mention their curves and slender waists. However, gazing too long could certainly lead to a perilous rise in blood pressure and a potentially shorter life.
Qin Fann's hefty classmate, Zhang Heng, hailed from a somewhat affluent family and had gotten into Zhonghai University through connections. Once there, he found that his advantages had evaporated.
He was surrounded by many richer and more handsome guys, making his geeky aura even more awkward by comparison. Not even the girl in class who weighed 200 pounds was interested in him, which was quite vexing.
Feeling disenchanted, he proposed forming a "losers' alliance" with Qin Fann. At the bottom of the social hierarchy, they were overlooked by everyone else, but they took pleasure in watching the beautiful girls and discussing movies—a surprisingly contented way to live.
They would critique the class beauty, Lu Qianxue, and banter about several other exceptionally attractive girls with captivating figures, who inadvertently flaunted their charming physiques.
It's undeniable that girls were becoming increasingly clever. Whether deliberately or not, they always seemed to magnify their strengths and display their most alluring sides.
"Someone's looking for you outside."
A cold voice tinged with dissatisfaction pierced the air. It belonged to Situ Feiyang, the class president and sports committee member. He was tall, handsome, and carried himself with a sunny, charismatic demeanor. His family was extraordinary, owning a chain of more than twenty hotels, with a net worth well into the hundreds of millions.
Such a person was not only prominent in the classroom but also a notable figure throughout the school. Naturally, he was the object of many a girl's affection. Every morning, his desk drawer would be filled with love letters, and as he walked the corridors, he received admiring glances from female students.
Situ Feiyang appeared to be irked by the two of them, his tone dripping with disdain. Qin Fann was momentarily stunned; if he remembered correctly, this was the first time Situ Feiyang had ever spoken to him. He looked out the window and saw several tall and muscular boys, clearly from the Sports Department, their faces marked with aggression and a 'you're done for' expression that was unmistakable for anything but malice.
"Don't go," Zhang Heng signaled to Qin Fann with a worried look. He knew the situation was dire; with Qin Fann's slender frame, a single punch from one of those guys could knock him down.
"A real man would step outside. What are you, a scared turtle?" Situ Feiyang scoffed before walking away. Qin Fann stood up, but Zhang Heng quickly blocked him, saying, "They're targeting you. Are you going out there with a death wish?"
"It's fine. This is a school, and I believe they will be reasonable. Besides, I prefer to win people over with virtue," Qin Fann assured him, patting Zhang Heng on the shoulder before heading out to face whatever awaited him.
Qin Fann flashed a slight smile, patted Zhang Heng on the shoulder, and walked out. At that moment, countless eyes were fixed on him, wondering whether he was having a fit or what had possessed him to offend the sports department. The consensus was that his fate would be too gruesome to witness.
Most were ready to enjoy the spectacle, but Zhang Heng, after much hesitation, decided to follow Qin Fann out.
The group arrived at the back door where a youth with a face full of acne and a crew cut couldn't contain his anger. "You've got some nerve to mess with me. Even hiding in school won't save you from the consequences," he spat.
"What do you want to do?" Qin Fann asked, furrowing his brow. It seemed this 'Yellow Hair' indeed had some clout, with his people scattered throughout the school.
"What to do? Simple. Call me 'grandpa' three times and crawl through my legs, and I might just let you off the hook," the crew-cut youth sneered menacingly. His cronies chuckled ominously, eyeing the pair as if they were lions on the savannah closing in on their prey, ready to pounce.
Zhang Heng was petrified, his forehead beading with sweat as if caught in a downpour. He was filled with regret but resolved to stand by Qin Fann's side—after all, he was his only true friend.
"Hi, I'm Wang Dongchen. Take a beating from us, and we'll call it even. If not, we've got a hundred ways to make your life at Zhonghai unbearable," the most muscular of the youths declared. His bare muscles bulged, his chest puffed out, and his arms were as thick as Qin Fann's thighs. His voice boomed like thunder.
Qin Fann remained serene, extending his hand to meet Wang Dongchen's in a firm handshake, ignoring the fat man's frantic eye signals.
"Interesting," Wang Dongchen remarked, noting Qin Fann's composed facade. He tightened his grip, ready to intimidate Qin Fann with a taste of his 'Desire as Iron Fist.'
Standing over 1.8 meters tall and built like a bull, Wang Dongchen's massive hands were clenched into fists as big as a level five shot put. He was confident he could send a man flying with one punch.
Qin Fann's hand, in contrast, was soft and slender, seemingly delicate. Wang Dongchen inwardly scoffed, but his expression suddenly twisted in agony. A searing pain shot from his palm up his arm to his brain, as if his hand had been hammered by a thousand-kilogram sledgehammer and scorched in boiling oil, shattering his composure completely.
