He strolled towards Yan Rusheng.
With one hand resting on Su Yue’s luggage handle and his legs crossed, Yan Rusheng lazily stood and arrogantly eyed Zhao Zheng as the latter walked over.
His arrogant gaze held a hint of contempt.
“Yan Rusheng,” Zhao Zheng greeted as he stood in front of Yan Rusheng. His hands were in his suit pockets and he had slightly tilted his chin up.
But Yan Rusheng still towered over him, and coupled with his distinguished air, it had overshadowed Zhao Zheng in an instant.
“Professor Zhao,” Yan Rusheng acknowledged with a forced smile.
Hatred flitted across Zhao Zheng’s eyes. Yan Rusheng had swallowed up over 120 thousand dollars from his bank account during that one meal—it was obvious that he had tricked him on purpose.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got and the hatred in his eyes became more prominent.
Yan Rusheng’s mocking smile had fueled his anger even more.
Zhao Zheng clenched his fists by his side and gritted his teeth. He had to pay him back one day.
Then he looked at Su Yue and smiled as he said, “Su Yue, feel free to look for me if you need any help in the future.”
Su Yue replied with an ‘oh’, her gaze sweeping past his face. But she did not look him in the eye for more than a second.
Zhao Zheng’s expression faltered. He puffed out his chest and said, “Yan Rusheng, I have a meeting in a while so I won’t be able to receive you today.”
Yan Rusheng smirked. “Professor Zhao, you’re swarmed with work every day. I wouldn’t dare to trouble you.”
Zhao Zheng held in his angst and trudged away.
“Hateful,” Yan Rusheng said as he smirked at Zhao Zheng’s retreating figure. Then he turned to Su Yue and reminded, “Yueyue, if you see that fellow next time, don’t talk to him.”
Su Yue nodded. “I know, he’s your love rival.”
Both of them began walking towards the female hostel.
Yan Rusheng rebutted, “He’s not even fit to be my servant, so how can he be considered my love rival?”
Su Yue smiled and asked, “Who’s your love rival then?”
Yan Rusheng coldly snorted. “No matter who they are, I’ll take them down one by one.”
Su Yue smirked. “It must be that super handsome Brother Ah Heng.”
Yan Rusheng’s expression fell. He gritted his teeth and exclaimed, “Hurry up!”
“Oh,” Su Yue answered. Her legs—much shorter than Yan Rusheng’s—carried her all the way to Yan Rusheng at the speed faster than a rabbit.
Yan Rusheng recalled her words and mumbled unhappily in his heart.
‘Super handsome Brother Ah Heng?’
F*ck, was he not better looking than that fellow?
Su Yue was allocated to the third floor of the female hostel. Before they reached the hostel entrance, a sign that forbade males from entering could be seen from afar.
Su Yue took out her electronic room card and swiped open the door. Young Master Yan ignored the sign and carried her luggage, walking haughtily into the female hostel.
When they walked past the security room, a middle-aged woman in long sleeves stormed out and stopped him in his tracks. “Males are not allowed in here.”
Yan Rusheng plainly glanced at the woman and casually slipped out his phone from his pocket before dialing a number.
“Principal Wu, this is Yan Rusheng.”
“Someone stopped me from bringing my younger sister to her hostel room.”
He then passed his phone to the woman and said, “Principal Wu has something to tell you.”
The woman took it over from him. With an ‘oh’, she passed the phone back to Yan Rusheng and allowed him to head upstairs.
A few girls had walked past and witnessed Yan Rusheng’s whole exchange with the woman. They stared at him, and their hearts pounded.
They watched him as he turned the corner on the second floor with luggage in hand.