After the minor character transforms into a beauty, she steals the heart of a tycoon's son.

The man revealed his taut waist and abdomen, with clearly defined V-lines.

He gritted his teeth and sighed, the veins on his forehead bulging slightly, his shoulders and back bulging in the dim light.

She bit her lower lip, turned her face to the side, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

He raised his hand and turned her face back.

"Now you know how to cry." His voice was low and hoarse, his tone still cold, but his breath was unsteady at the end.

"Weren't you quite assertive when you grabbed the microphone?"

She didn't answer, her delicate hands gripping the pillow tightly.

Si Lin stared at her, still so stubborn in bed, preferring to bite her lower lip and swallow her voice.

He chuckled softly, both weak and prone to bravado.

The teardrops clinging to her delicate eyelashes trembled and fell with her movements, leaving tear streaks across her fair cheeks.

Her delicate fingertips couldn't help but grab his short black hair at the back of his head.

"You asked for it."

The bed sheet was crumpled into a ball.

The man held his prey beneath him, her delicate arms pushing him away, but she didn't budge an inch.

Ruan Tang didn't even bite her lip; in no time, her little voice was almost hoarse from crying.

"Why are you crying?" He looked down at her, his voice still fierce, but he was breathing heavily. "Didn't you ask for it yourself?"

She shook her head, crying, unable to utter a complete sentence, only a faint, weak lament.

Tears streamed down her temples, seeping into the strands of hair scattered on the pillow, leaving her delicate face a mess of tears.

He lowered his head and kissed away a tear from the corner of her eye.

The kiss was stiff; when their lips touched, it was hard to tell whether it was punishment or heartache.

Then, in a cold voice, he said, "Serves you right."

Si Lin has three things he won't touch.

A virgin, a commoner, and a laywoman.

Overnight, everything on one person was broken.

……

In the flower bed of the student union building, there is a clump of lilies of the valley.

The little bells hanging down swayed gently in the wind, and what was originally a leisurely swaying motion suddenly began to tremble with fear.

The vibrations emanating from the very core caused the petals to rustle and the tiny white bells to sway violently, traveling from the rootstock all the way to the tip of the flower bud.

After the clock tower's pendulum struck countless times, the lily of the valley fell silent, its white petals drooping again, quiet and still, as if nothing had happened.

Only the edges still bear traces of *.

……

As evening fell, the setting sun sank behind the St. Lan Bell Tower, and a touch of orange-red shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading across the pile of school trousers and small white fabrics.

On the top floor of the Saint Lan Student Union building, the private lounges of the four deacons occupy an entire half-floor.

Pei Heng's room had a pool table and an entire wall of limited-edition sneakers, Wen Yan's room was filled with rare whiskeys and vinyl records, and Ji Yan's room had various musical instruments.

Si Lin's house is the emptier one, with no particular hobbies, consisting only of a living room, study, master bedroom, and second bedroom, all in a gray and black color scheme.

The bed in the master bedroom is in a complete mess right now.

The sheets were crumpled up, and half of the blanket was hanging off the carpet.

Si Lin got out of bed barefoot, put on black trousers, and casually draped a shirt over his shoulders.

He grabbed a thin blanket from the foot of the bed, wrapped it around the person curled up on the bed, and then lifted the person and blanket into his arms.

Ruan Tang nestled in his arms, the thin blanket unable to cover her entire spring scene, revealing her fair and tender calves and bare jade feet.

His ankles were slender, with slightly protruding ankle bones that swayed gently with his steps.

Her brows were furrowed, her lips were pouting, and even in her drowsy state, she seemed aggrieved.

One hand instinctively covered her lower abdomen, her fingers curled inside the blanket, pressing against the aching area.

Si Lin used his back to push open the door to the second bedroom, which was smaller than the master bedroom.

He bent down and placed her on top of him. His movements weren't exactly gentle, but when he pulled his hand away from the back of her neck, he slowed down, as if afraid of making her uncomfortable.

Ruan Tang curled up as soon as she touched the bed.

She was curled up on her side, wrapped tightly in a thin blanket, her knees drawn towards her chest, her body trembling.

She hadn't recovered from the intense emotions of what had just happened.

Every now and then, her calves would kick gently, her toes curling up and then relaxing, as if she were still being bullied by a man in her dream.

Si Lin sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling inexplicably excited about the influence she had on her.

His large hand slid from her back to her shoulder, pulling her closer to him, while his other hand slipped under her knees, bringing her legs closer as well.

The man reached out and placed his hand on her back, patting it gently twice through the thin blanket.

This delicate person, who is usually as delicate as a porcelain doll, now has a red nose and looks pitiful.

I have some regrets.

I was just angry with her.

There was only one thought in my mind: to teach her a lesson.

Although the lounge has a study, a living room, and a master bedroom, he never touches women in Shenglan, so those things are not prepared here.

Those who wanted to play with him before would first have someone feed them long-acting contraceptive pills for half a year, and watch them take them for half an hour before he would touch them, making sure they had that stuff again, for double protection.

He didn't want any of those unrespecting women outside to get pregnant with his child.

But today, with neither of those things available, he impulsively indulged himself.

Ruan Tang's consciousness was still superficial, her body was still trembling from the afterglow, but her mind had already calmed down.

She did it on purpose by grabbing the microphone on stage and going against him today.

Over time, she gradually came to understand one thing.

The fortune gained by the mere tens of thousands of people in Shenglan participating in these so-called major events is far less than the gift bestowed by the Chosen One.

To gain the favor of a chosen one like Si Lin, who looks down on commoners from the bottom of his heart, there are two paths.

To win hearts and minds, and to win bodies.

But the order of steps must be correct.

If she were to actively offer herself up, it would make her seem too cheap.

All previous efforts—pretending to be obedient, showing weakness, and playing hard to get—will be in vain.

She will become the next Shen Weiwei, used in bed by him and then casually thrown away.

Today is a great opportunity.

In order to resist the group's soft heart, they disobeyed him, angered him, and made him lose control.

Because he hated being slapped in the face, she deliberately snatched his microphone in front of the whole school and insisted on using his name to save the group of rebels he looked down upon.

Sure enough, he got so angry that he pinched her chin, fired her from her job, and dragged her to blacklist her.

Then, in order to preserve the resistance group, she naturally offered herself up.

But even though both involve self-sacrifice, the difference between the current situation and being paid to do so is too obvious.

Ruan Tang was driven to desperation, forced into this situation, and did it against her will.

He had taken her body; from now on, he would no longer treat her as an ordinary secretary.

Today, we have achieved merit, good fortune, physical and mental well-being—all four at once.

From now on, she will make sure that this proud man keeps his eyes glued to her body, unable to look away.

It made him unable to help but cherish her.

Other tricks are also necessary, after all, the class distinctions in this world are too clear. Right now, Si Lin only treats her like a pet to tease.

Fortunately, there are those not-so-bright people like Lin Xiaokui who cause trouble every now and then.

This would allow her to conveniently use them as pawns, taking a kind and soft-hearted stance to create conflict between her and Si Lin time and time again.

He wanted her to be ruthless, but she refused to be.

He wanted her to learn from Cheng Jin, but she just couldn't.

She wanted to make him angry, lose control, and be unable to let go in every conflict.

Don't be fooled by his words that he wants her to learn from Cheng Jin, to be ruthless and sensible.

But if she actually did it, he would immediately lose interest in her.

She wanted him to be unable to have her, unable to change her, yet still be captivated by her resilience and soft heart, and feel sorry for her innocent suffering.

A tingling sensation came from between her legs. Ruan Tang closed her eyes, frowned slightly, and drifted off to sleep again.

The only unexpected thing was that Si Lin was too difficult to deal with.

[Author's Note:]

Regarding extra chapters, sob sob~~ I felt before that Tomato (a popular Chinese cooking website) couldn't support me, so I found a job. Now I'm a working-class ox, and a working-class ox with alternating weeks of alternating days.

So, extra chapters will have to wait until the weekend of a long week~~ I'll try my best to write~~

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