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Jiangnan University, third floor of the library.

The afternoon sun streamed in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and tiny dust particles floated in the air.

This is the quietest place on campus, with only the rustling of pages turning and the occasional sound of keyboards being typed.

Zhang Yan sat by the window, with a thick book, "Principles of Mechanics," spread out in front of him.

Although he had been "working overtime" until midnight in front of the president's office windows last night and was somewhat exhausted, he still insisted on showing his face at the school.

After all, as an idealistic gigolo, he still has to tear down the fig leaf of his academic background.

"Splash—"

The chair opposite him was pulled out.

A familiar, slightly cool perfume scent wafted into my nostrils.

Zhang Yan didn't even look up, his gaze still fixed on the formula for gear ratios, but the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Mr. Nie, are you not busy at your company anymore?"

"A business deal worth tens of billions doesn't need you to oversee it, so why are you here observing public sentiment?"

Nie Qingcheng tossed the limited-edition Hermès Birkin bag onto the table and slumped lazily into her chair.

Instead of her usual powerful business attire, she wore a loose-fitting off-white knit sweater, a black pleated mini skirt, black knee-high stockings, and red-soled high heels.

If you ignored her stunningly beautiful face, she would look like a freshman college beauty.

"I'm done with work."

Nie Qingcheng rested her chin on one hand, while idly drawing circles on the table with the other, her voice low and slightly sleepy.

"Those old men were scared out of their wits by you last night. Today they're all behaving like little grandsons. It's so annoying to look at them."

"I just skipped work to get some fresh air."

She tilted her head, looking at Zhang Yan's profile as he intently read his book, her gaze gradually becoming somewhat mischievous.

"Besides, I also want to see if my little intern is this serious back in school."

Zhang Yan turned a page of his book and calmly said, "This is a library. Be quiet and study."

"Tch, all pretentious."

Nie Qingcheng pursed her lips.

A few seconds later.

"clatter."

A very faint sound came from under the table.

That was the sound of a high heel slipping off and hitting the carpet.

Zhang Yan's brow twitched, and before he could react, he felt something touch his calf.

Those were the toes encased in stockings, carrying a slightly cool body temperature, slowly climbing up his trouser leg.

Zhang Yan's hand holding the book suddenly froze.

He looked up and found Nie Qingcheng looking innocently out the window, as if the mischievous foot under the table had nothing to do with her.

"Nie Qingcheng".

Zhang Yan's lips twitched, and he lowered his voice, "This is a public place."

"I know."

Nie Qingcheng turned her head, winked at him, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye looked particularly alluring. "I didn't say anything, so I didn't violate any library rules, did I?"

As he spoke, his movements intensified.

That foot deftly slipped into his trouser leg, the sole of the foot gently rubbing against his calf.

This woman is playing with fire!

All around me were students engrossed in their studies, and across from me was a girl wearing glasses memorizing vocabulary words.

In this sacred hall of knowledge, how could this female demon be up to such a dirty trick under the table?

stimulate.

That's fucking exciting!

Zhang Yan took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

He continued staring at the mechanical diagrams in the book without changing his expression, but his right hand suddenly reached under the table.

Quick, accurate, ruthless.

He grabbed the restless ankle.

Nie Qingcheng trembled, a blush flashing across her face. She tried to pull her foot back, but found that Zhang Yan's grip was incredibly strong, and she couldn't move at all.

She kicked him under the table and mouthed silently, "Let go."

Zhang Yan mouthed back, "Not loose."

Just as the two were engaged in this extreme tug-of-war under the table, a sudden male voice broke the eerie and romantic atmosphere.

"Excuse me, beautiful lady."

Zhang Yan and Nie Qingcheng looked up at the same time.

A boy wearing a British-style plaid shirt, with slicked-back hair and gold-rimmed glasses was standing by the table.

He held an original English book in his hand, with a smile on his face that he thought was very gentlemanly, but was actually so greasy it was almost slick.

Li Wenbo, a top student and heartthrob in the Department of Economics and Management at Jiangnan University, usually enjoys hunting for potential partners in places like the library.

He had been observing from a distance for a long time.

Although Nie Qingcheng was dressed like a student, the noble air and charm that emanated from her very being were incomparable to those of the naive young girls around her.

As for Zhang Yan, who was sitting opposite her, he was wearing an ordinary T-shirt and looked like a bookish nerd who had never seen the world, so he was completely ignored by Li Wenbo.

"Is this seat taken?"

Li Wenbo deliberately spoke in a less-than-perfect English, attempting to showcase his sophistication in this way.

Nie Qingcheng's interest was interrupted, and her face instantly turned cold.

She hadn't pulled her foot back from Zhang Yan's grasp, and her mood was a mix of subtle heat and irritability.

"There are people here."

Nie Qingcheng didn't even glance at him, coldly replying with a single sentence in Chinese.

Li Wenbo did not back down despite the difficulties.

In his view, beautiful women are all aloof; this is called playing hard to get.

He pulled out a chair next to him and sat down, slamming the English book in his hand on the table, looking like he was very knowledgeable.

"Hey, don't be so cold."

Li Wenbo adjusted his glasses and switched back to Chinese, though his sentences still contained English words: "You have a very unique air about you; you must be an International Student, right?"

"I'm writing a paper on the Global Economy, and I happen to have a point I'd like to discuss with you."

As he spoke, he glanced, seemingly casually, at the "Principles of Mechanics" in Zhang Yan's hand, and chuckled:

"These days, what future is there in a sunset industry like machinery? You still have to look to finance."

Zhang Yan gently stroked Nie Qingcheng's ankle with his fingers, said nothing, and just looked at her like she was an idiot.

Nie Qingcheng felt weak from his touch, but her anger was rising rapidly.

Who is Nie Qingcheng?

She's the queen of the business world in Beijing, and the people she usually talks to are Wall Street tycoons. How dare this student, who's still immature and acting all high and mighty, talk to her about the global economy?