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Jiangzhou University, Second Canteen.

Six o'clock in the evening is the busiest time for meals.

The entire canteen hall was like a dumpling thrown into boiling water—noisy, crowded, and filled with a complex odor—a mixture of food smells, sweat, and cheap detergent.

Students, carrying their trays, lined up in long queues at each window. The shouts of the cafeteria ladies, the clinking of trays, and the laughter and banter among the students blended together to create a noisy symphony unique to youth.

Zhang Yan, holding a stainless steel plate, calmly joined the queue for the "Braised Series".

He had just come out of the library, and the system alerts in his mind, comparable to those of a typhoon passing through, did not cause him the slightest panic.

there is always a solution to a problem.

No matter how much trouble that woman causes, can she really tear down the cafeteria?

The line moved forward slowly, with seven or eight people ahead of him.

Just then.

The once noisy cafeteria hall, which was so loud it could have blown the roof off, suddenly fell silent without warning.

That felt very strange.

It's like a movie playing at high speed being muted; all sound is instantly sucked away, leaving only a buzzing ringing in your ears.

A boy in front of Zhang Yan turned around curiously and glanced in the direction of the door.

The next second, the plate in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

Braised eggplant and rice were spilled all over the floor.

He seemed completely oblivious, his mouth agape, his eyes wide open like two glass marbles about to pop out of their sockets, as if he were frozen in place.

This bizarre scene, like a contagious virus, spread rapidly.

More and more people are turning back.

More and more people are becoming petrified.

The entire cafeteria fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on the greasy glass entrance of the cafeteria, like iron filings drawn to a magnet.

There stood a woman.

Wearing a sharply tailored beige trench coat that accentuated her stunning waist-to-hip ratio, and sunglasses that covered half her face, she exuded such a powerful aura that the surrounding air seemed to thin out.

Behind her were four burly men in black suits and sunglasses.

They stood like four silent iron towers, one on the left and one on the right, protecting her in the middle. Their aura of intimidation and hostility created a bizarre yet striking contrast with the lively atmosphere of the cafeteria.

This isn't a place to eat.

This is clearly a scene from a gangster movie, where the boss is on a tour!

Under the gaze of thousands of blank stares, the woman moved.

She strode in, her long legs clicking on her high heels that could easily be used as weapons.

The heels of high heels clicked on the greasy terrazzo floor, making a crisp "tap, tap, tap" sound.

Each strike felt like a footstep on everyone's heart.

The crowd, like the Red Sea parted by Moses, automatically parted to the sides, making way for a wide passage.

No one dared to stand in her way.

No one even dared to breathe loudly.

At a nearby dining table, Su Wanqing and several classmates from the music club also stopped eating.

When she finally saw the person's stunningly beautiful face, even though it was mostly covered by sunglasses, her face turned deathly pale.

is her!

That woman who drives a Rolls-Royce!

How did she end up here?

Su Wanqing felt her mind go blank, her heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and even breathing became difficult.

The woman ignored everyone's stares.

Her goal was crystal clear.

I walked through the crowded streets, past the blank faces, and headed straight for the figure in the food queue who was the only one who didn't turn around, seemingly indifferent to everything around him.

She walked up behind Zhang Yan and stopped.

The air in the entire cafeteria seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

Zhang Yan finally noticed the familiar, oppressive scent behind him. He sighed helplessly and slowly turned around.

Eyes facing each other.

Nie Qingcheng raised her hand and took off her sunglasses.

When that stunningly beautiful, alluring face was exposed without reservation to the stark white lights of the cafeteria, a clear gasp rippled through the crowd.

A photograph can never capture even a fraction of her real beauty.

It was an aggressive beauty that rendered any adjective inadequate.

However, the next second.

This queen, whose beauty seemed otherworldly, made a move that made everyone's eyes pop out.

A slight smile played on her lips, and the icy aura that kept strangers at bay vanished instantly, replaced by an irresistible, girlish charm.

She stretched out her arms and, in full view of everyone, affectionately took Zhang Yan's good arm.

Their bodies pressed against each other.

Then, she tilted her head back and, in a sickeningly sweet voice that could melt steel, pointed to the pot of glistening braised pork in front of the cafeteria lady who was also staring in disbelief through the window.

"Honey……"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the deathly silent cafeteria.

"I want to eat this too."

The entire audience was frozen in shock.

The chopsticks in Su Wanqing's hand fell into the plate with a "thud," splashing soup everywhere.

Looking at the two intimately connected people, and at the woman's undisguised possessiveness, she felt like a complete joke.

Zhang Yan looked at the woman in his arms who was openly asserting her dominance, then glanced at the pot of braised pork glistening under the light, and his temples throbbed twice.

He frowned and lowered his voice.

"This meat is too fatty; you don't usually eat it."

Upon hearing this, Nie Qingcheng not only did not let go, but hugged him even tighter.

She rested her chin on his shoulder, turned her face to the side, and her captivating fox eyes curved into two beautiful crescent moons.

Her red lips parted slightly, uttering a few words in a soft, sweet voice, yet with a hint of unreasonable arrogance.

"If you feed me, I'll eat."