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That soft, gentle, yet slightly unreasonable and domineering remark was like a deep-sea bomb dropped into a calm lake.

With a loud "boom".

The minds of thousands of teachers and students in the entire second canteen collectively crashed.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at that moment, all the noise disappeared, leaving only Nie Qingcheng's sickeningly sweet words, "If you feed me, I'll eat," echoing repeatedly in everyone's ears, making their scalps tingle and shattering their worldviews.

Standing behind the window, the cafeteria lady, who was used to seeing all sorts of lovey-dovey scenes between college couples, now had her iron spoon suspended in mid-air. The trembling piece of braised pork in the spoon seemed to sense the terrifying low pressure, shaking more violently than someone with Parkinson's disease.

She stared, mouth agape, at the woman before her, so beautiful she seemed unreal, then at the handsome young man she was intimately linked with, her mind a complete blank.

What... what's going on here?

Are you making a movie?!

Feeling the soft touch on his arm and the thousands of piercing gazes around him, Zhang Yan sighed helplessly.

He knew the woman was doing it on purpose.

From the moment she stepped into the cafeteria, she was declaring her sovereignty to the world in the most high-profile and domineering way.

The commotion on the campus forum clearly ignited her jealousy, which was as potent as an arsenal.

Now, any resistance or explanation will only add fuel to the fire.

He turned his head and met Nie Qingcheng's fox-like eyes, which held a hint of provocation and expectation, and finally nodded calmly.

"it is good."

A single word, light as a feather, yet like a royal decree, instantly put the cafeteria lady's mind at ease.

The aunt's hand trembled, and she almost spilled the whole pot of braised pork onto Zhang Yan's plate. In the end, she still managed to scoop out a large spoonful for him, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, piled up like a small mountain.

Zhang Yan, holding the tray, turned around.

The crowd blocking their way parted automatically to the sides like a school of fish encountering a natural enemy, creating a wide passage wide enough for four people to walk side by side.

There was absolutely no need for those four menacing bodyguards to lift a finger.

Nie Qingcheng took his arm so intimately, and in her high heels, like a queen surveying her territory, she walked towards a spot in the corner of the cafeteria that had just been cleared out, escorted by thousands of gazes.

The four-person table had clearly just been through a fierce battle; the surface was shiny with oil and still had some rice grains and soup residue.

Nie Qingcheng glanced at it, and her beautiful brows immediately furrowed, her face revealing undisguised disgust.

Given her level of germaphobia, making her sit here would be more uncomfortable than killing her.

But she didn't lash out; she just endured it, because she knew this was her battlefield.

Just as she was hesitating whether to sit down, Zhang Yan had already put down his plate.

Instead of sitting down, he pulled out a thick stack of tissues from the tissue box on the table.

Then, under Nie Qingcheng's slightly surprised gaze, he began to wipe the table.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

His movements were slow, but extremely meticulous, leaving no corner unchecked.

His focused expression made it seem as if he wasn't wiping a greasy dining table, but rather polishing a priceless antique.

He didn't throw the used tissues into the trash can until the table was polished to a shine, and then pulled out the chair.

"Please sit down."

As Nie Qingcheng looked at him, the irritation she felt due to the environment was instantly replaced by something warm.

She obediently sat down, watching Zhang Yan sit opposite her. Then, she picked up her chopsticks and began carefully searching through the mountain of braised pork.

He picked up every piece of fatty pork belly and put it on his plate, leaving only the lean or semi-lean pieces in the center.

After doing all this, he looked up and pushed the plate towards her.

"Eat up, I've picked out the fatty parts."

Their calm tone made it sound as if they had been living together for many years.

Nie Qingcheng's heart felt as if it had been gently grasped by a warm hand, melting completely.

She picked up her chopsticks, about to take a piece, when out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of a white figure carrying a plate, walking slowly and laboriously toward them.

It's Su Wanqing.

Her face was pale and her eyes were red and swollen, clearly she had just been crying.

Her female companions were anxiously trying to persuade her, but she seemed not to hear them. She stubbornly walked step by step toward the corner that had been isolated by the entire cafeteria.

The atmosphere in the cafeteria became tense once again.

Everyone stopped eating, held their breath, and prepared to watch the final chapter of this epic battle.

The Empress has arrived, but the White Moonlight (the male lead) is advancing instead of retreating. Is this a public declaration of war?

Su Wanqing finally walked to the table.

She looked at Zhang Yan, then glanced at the woman beside him whose powerful aura made her feel inferior. Her lips trembled for a long time before she finally managed to squeeze out a broken sentence.

"Zhang Yan...I..."

She hadn't finished speaking.

Nie Qingcheng moved.

She didn't even lift her head, nor did she glance at Su Wanqing.

She slowly and deliberately used her chopsticks to pick up a piece of the perfect lean meat that Zhang Yan had just chosen for her.

Then, in the deathly silence of the entire room, she brought the piece of meat to Zhang Yan's lips.

The movements were natural and intimate.

Zhang Yan glanced at her and saw an undeniable command in her eyes.

He opened his mouth and ate the piece of meat.

Chew and swallow.

After doing all this, Nie Qingcheng seemed to only then notice that there was another person standing next to her.

She finally raised her beautiful phoenix eyes, her gaze sweeping lightly over Su Wanqing's pale face as if she were looking at a speck of dust on the roadside.

Then, she turned back to Zhang Yan's face, a doting, sweet smile curving her lips.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like the sharpest knife, precisely piercing Su Wanqing's heart.

"Focus on your meal."

"Don't look at those messy people, they'll ruin your appetite."

boom--!

In Su Wanqing's mind, the last string of reason snapped completely.

A bunch of weirdos...

It affects my appetite...

These words, like the most vicious curse, echoed endlessly in her ears.

The immense humiliation and despair, like icy seawater, completely overwhelmed her.

She could no longer hold on, and the plate in her hand crashed to the ground with a "bang," splashing soup and water all over her.

She seemed oblivious, only covering her mouth and letting out a suppressed sob. She turned around and, like a fawn shot by a hunter, stumbled and cried as she ran out of the cafeteria.

The entire cafeteria was completely silent.

Everyone was stunned by this ruthless and merciless scene of the "first wife crushing" the emperor.

Too bad!

Murder, but also punish!

Having gotten rid of that annoying fly, Nie Qingcheng felt much better.

She looked at Zhang Yan with satisfaction, finding the little rascal unusually pleasing to the eye today.

She leaned close to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, and whispered softly in a voice only the two of them could hear.

The voice carried a hint of triumphant cunning, and an inexplicable allure.

"Good performance."

"Going home tonight..."

"Shall I draw your portrait?"