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

Ruan Tang said, "It's unfair."

"But I didn't set this rule. You came to me because you want me to speak on your behalf."

"But I almost got blacklisted for speaking up for you guys at the last school anniversary celebration."

"What do you think will happen to me if I go to Si Lin again?"

The abandoned equipment room was silent for a few seconds.

Fang Zhaoyang was so preoccupied with fantasies about Ruan Tang that he didn't hear what they were arguing about at all.

Su Nian lowered her head, her fingers twisting the hem of her school uniform skirt.

Yi Ze leaned against the wall, watching Lin Xiao Kui's back, lost in thought.

Seeing that no one was on her side, Lin Xiaokui lowered her voice, "I just think that someone as smart as you must have a way."

When Ruan Tang came out of the abandoned equipment room, it was already dark.

She did not grant Lin Xiaokui's request.

Because in the short term, and without causing any substantial harm, she had no intention of disobeying Si Lin again.

If someone blindly opposes others, in Si Lin's eyes, it's not called being soft-hearted, but being foolish.

It might even arouse his suspicion that she is the same kind of person as Lin Xiaokui, or that she has ulterior motives.

But there's one person she really wants to teach Fang Zhaoyang a lesson.

The opportunity came soon.

On the Deacon's side, Si Lin received news that Ruan Tang had gone to the resistance group's headquarters.

Fearing she would be tricked and used as a pawn by those people again, he immediately sent her a message: "Come to the lounge."

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Si Lin's private lounge.

Ruan Tang walked in with her head down, clearly depressed, like a small lily of the valley that had been battered by frost.

Si Lin sat on the sofa, looked her up and down, and frowned slightly.

He spoke, his tone not very pleasant, "I didn't call you here to see your sour face."

"So spineless, easily provoked with just a few words?"

Ruan Tang stood in front of the coffee table, her head bowed.

Fang Zhaoyang's stare made her very uncomfortable, and now Si Lin's harsh words immediately reddened her eyes.

She couldn't hold back her tears.

Si Lin was stunned for a moment. "You started crying before we even exchanged two sentences?"

He stood up and walked up to her.

Ruan Tang kept her head down, so he couldn't see her expression.

Si Lin had no choice but to reach out and grab her waist, lift her up, and place her on the desk.

He stared at her closely. "Stop crying. You've been spoiled rotten and you're becoming more and more outrageous."

Ruan Tang raised the back of her hand to wipe her tears, her voice trembling with sobs, "I wasn't provoked by anyone, it was you who attacked me without even asking what happened."

Si Lin looked at her, sighed, and raised his hand to rub the top of her head. Her soft hair brushed against his palm.

He softened his voice a bit, "But if you weren't provoked, why are you in a bad mood? Isn't it directed at me? Aren't you dissatisfied with me?"

Ruan Tang stubbornly shook her head, refusing to say a word, but her tears fell even more fiercely.

She bit her lip with her snow-white teeth, leaving shallow teeth marks, and her shoulders trembled as she cried.

Si Lin first stared at her tender little mouth, his eyes darkening, then reached out and wiped away her tears.

"You're a member of the deacon group, so naturally I'll have to back you up if anything happens."

"If it's not because they're dissatisfied with me, then someone must have been foolish enough to bully you."

"No one bullied me," she said, sobbing.

"What happened?"

Ruan Tang found it difficult to speak.

Si Lin lowered his voice, "Ruan Tang, if you won't tell me, I'll investigate myself."

"I'll deal with everyone you met today, one by one."

"Start with Lin Xiaokui, then Su Nian... eventually, someone will be able to be interrogated."

Ruan Tang grabbed his wrist. "No."

Her hands were too small to encircle his wrist.

He looked down at her small hand, then into her eyes. "Tell me, what's wrong?"

Ruan Tang's eyelashes drooped, and her face turned bright red.

After a long while, she finally spoke haltingly, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible, "Today in the equipment room, Fang Zhaoyang kept staring at me."

Si Lin waited two seconds, then asked, "That's it?"

She bit her lip. "It's not the kind of ordinary looking."

Si Lin looked at her. She was so beautiful that it was perfectly normal for people to take a second look when she walked down the street.

She's not the type to fuss over such trivial matters.

"What are you watching?" he asked. "Explain yourself."

Ruan Tang's fingers tightened around the hem of her skirt above her knees.

She raised her tear-reddened eyes and glanced at him, then quickly lowered them again.

Then she reached out, took his large hand, and slowly placed it on her side.

"Look here." Her voice was trembling.

Through the thin school uniform, the man's hand rested on her slender waist, almost able to encircle it completely.

Before Si Lin could react, the girl grabbed his hand and moved it down from his waist to above his knee, where a section of his snow-white thigh was exposed at the edge of his skirt.

"And here too." She looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes, her face flushed with shame.

Si Lin's face darkened.

She only pointed to two places, but he understood instantly.

Fang Zhaoyang must have been eyeing other parts of her body as well—her chest, lower back, hips, and legs.

The way that could make a girl who is usually tolerant of special admissions students and has an incredibly soft heart cry like this must mean that her eyes were incredibly lewd and explicit.

He had seen her himself, but it was different.

It's only natural for Si Lin to look at her, but what is Fang Zhaoyang anyway?

For a lowly commoner to have designs on his secretary is simply asking for trouble.

Si Lin suppressed his emotions, looked at the pitiful little girl in front of him, and realized that he had misunderstood her.

She wasn't in a bad mood because the resistance group provoked her; she was disgusted and then he gave her a severe scolding when she got back.

"Alright, don't cry. I misunderstood you." Si Lin pulled her into his arms, placing his hand on her back and patting her gently.

She nestled against his chest, her tears smearing onto the front of his shirt.

While trying to comfort her, Si Lin couldn't help but ask, "But who told you to go find them?"

Her voice came from his chest, muffled, "Xiao Kui called me."

The man lowered his head, nuzzled her head with his chin, and scolded her, "You're spineless. She's just a commoner, why would you go just because she calls you? And you've made yourself unhappy."

"Ruan Tang, remember this: you are no longer in the same social class as them."

"If Lin Xiaokui calls you in the future, and you don't want to go, just tell her to get lost."

Ruan Tang lifted her head in his arms, tears still on her face.

His tone was still fierce, but his hand never left her back, his thumb patting her shoulder blade.

She stared softly at Si Lin, "Okay."

"good."