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

This time, Si Lin kissed even deeper, probing inside and greedily devouring the kiss.

The girl's plaintive sobs were crushed into intermittent whimpers by his lips and tongue.

Her calves kicked a few times on the sofa cushions, her ankles brushed against his trousers, and he pressed them back down.

An ambiguous entanglement, from which there is no room for resistance.

After a long while, Si Lin finally stepped back.

He reached up and wiped the water from the corner of his mouth.

She was still lying there, her chest heaving as she breathed, her eyes red and swollen, tears clinging to her face, looking both pitiful and alluring.

Si Lin brushed the tear off her face with his thumb and scooped her up from the sofa.

He pulled her pleated skirt down even further, covering her delicate inner thighs.

"Do you still dare to say I'm lying?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse.

Ruan Tang covered her mouth and shook her head, then nodded, then shook her head again.

Her mind was a mess from his kisses, and she stared at him with a pitiful look, afraid he would come closer again. "I...I want to go back to the flower shop."

The little girl stood up, turned around to leave, but her wrist was grabbed again by a large hand.

Si Lin didn't use much force; he simply wrapped his arm around her slender, white wrist and gently pulled her back.

Her legs were already weak, and when he pulled her like that, she fell back onto the sofa, which just happened to put her even closer to him.

"Why are you running away before I've finished speaking?" He reached out and brushed the stray hairs that were hanging down her ear behind her ear, revealing her fair and delicate face.

"What exactly happened tonight?" Si Lin looked at her. "Tell me what you remember."

Ruan Tang blinked, looking confused and bewildered herself.

She lowered her head and briefly recounted what had happened in the corridor.

Lin Xiaokui came to apologize to her. She dropped her pen, and before she knew it, the knife had fallen down with it. Then she heard Lin Xiaokui shout, the lights came on, and everyone gathered around.

Si Lin listened, his brows furrowing slightly.

Lin Xiao Kui came to apologize to her. Lin Xiao Kui, who had repeatedly made things difficult for her, suddenly came to apologize? And just then, the corridor lights went out? And just then, she cut her hand?

He had a gut feeling that this matter was not simple.

As the little girl spoke, the corners of her mouth turned down again, and she looked like she was about to get upset again.

Si Lin kept staring at her. Seeing that she was in a bad mood, he quickly patted her shoulder blades to comfort her and distract her.

Ruan Tang raised her eyes and reached out her small hand to tug at his finger.

"Young Master Si, I don't want to think about tonight anymore. Let it go, okay?"

Si Lin looked down at her.

She looked delicate and frail. Although she had stopped crying, she was emotionally exhausted, like a kitten that had been tormented all night and just wanted to curl up in its den and sleep.

She's right, it's just a small matter. Asking too many questions and making a fuss will only drain her energy.

Letting her go early is actually a good thing for a girl like her.

As for whether Lin Xiaokui deliberately framed him, he has plenty of ways to make sure she never dares to do it again.

"Okay, then let's not talk about it." He tucked her stray hairs back again.

"Just consider it Lin Xiao Kui's bad luck."

Ruan Tang pursed her lips and then spoke again, "But Xiao Kui hurt her hand, so I definitely won't be able to get over it with her. Tomorrow is the midterm exam, and I don't know how I'm going to face her."

Si Lin's tone was indifferent, "The reason she can't get over it and keeps bringing it up is because the benefits weren't sufficient."

"Don't worry, I'll handle it. I guarantee she'll be okay and won't mention it again."

Ruan Tang stared at him expectantly, both curious and worried.

He felt a slight itch in his heart at her hesitant expression, so he leaned forward and brought his nose close to her cheek.

"What are you worried about? I won't bully her."

Ruan Tang turned her face away and pushed him away with her small hands on his chest.

Si Lin chuckled softly, not forcing the issue, but simply sniffing at that distance.

Her sweet fragrance wafted over again, making his Adam's apple bob.

Si Lin turned her face back to him. "Do you want those people from today to publicly apologize to you?"

Ruan Tang shook her head vigorously, her hair brushing against the back of the man's hand, making it tickle.

"I don't want to."

"They hate me, so I don't want to like them either."

"Even if you force them to apologize, it won't be willingly."

"I don't want this kind of hypocritical formality. It's a waste of time. I'd rather do a couple of math problems."

Si Lin was stunned for a moment.

He thought that girls of that age cared a lot about such formalities and saving face.

If you are wronged, you should make a big show of clarifying the situation; if you are bullied, you should seek justice in public.

She's different; she's very sincere.

Taking advantage of the moment he was stunned, Ruan Tang slipped out from under his arm.

Without even saying goodbye, he flung open the door and ran away as if fleeing.

Si Lin leaned back on the sofa armrest, watching her flee in panic. Surprisingly, he didn't hold her rudeness against her.

After all, he had just taken advantage of the young girl and was in a good mood, so he decided to indulge her this time.

Si Lin stood up, walked to his desk, picked up his phone, and dialed Yan Ling'er's number.

"Young Master Si." Yan Ling'er's voice remained gentle as ever.

Si Lin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the night view of Shenglan unfolding beneath his feet, the lights like scattered chess pieces.

"Investigate what happened tonight, find out who started the disturbance, issue warnings where necessary, and discipline those who deserve it."

He paused, then continued, "A noblewoman who was the ringleader was expelled on the spot for disrespecting the deacon council."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Yan Ling'er's steady voice came through, "Understood, Young Master Si. Is there anything else?"

"Go find Lin Xiaokui again. No matter what the reason for tonight's events, warn her not to cause any more trouble and make her apologize to Ruan Tang."

"If Ruan Tang doesn't mind, she can skip the midterm exam."

"If Ruan Tang doesn't forgive her, then make her take the exam on time. If she can't write, she'll have to bear the consequences herself."

Si Lin's voice was calm. "Do you understand?"

"Understood, I will make sure to convey it properly."

Si Lin hung up the phone and placed it on the desk.

In the student council office, Yan Ling'er watched the call end notification on the screen, and the smile on her face gradually faded.

She gripped her phone tighter and tighter, then suddenly raised her hand and slammed the phone down on the desk.

The phone bumped into the pen holder, causing it to tip over and scattering pens and ballpoint pens all over the floor.

Yan Ling'er braced herself on the table, her chest heaving violently, her usually composed face now revealing undisguised anger.

"Well done, Ruan Tang." Her voice was low, squeezed out between her teeth, "I really underestimated you."

I originally thought she would be a worry-free tool, just like Cheng Jin, obedient, easy to use, and wouldn't cause any trouble.

And the result? It turned out to be a case of raising a tiger that would eventually cause trouble.

When did Si Lin ever call to personally explain such a trivial matter for the sake of a woman?

Yan Ling'er straightened up, tucked the stray hairs that had fallen to the side of her face behind her ears, and took two deep breaths.

By the time she turned around and walked out of the office, her face had returned to normal.

Yan Ling'er bumped into Cheng Jin in the corridor and instructed, "Notify all departments of the student union to compile a list of the students involved tonight and give it to me."

"In addition, Liang Jing's withdrawal procedures need to be completed first thing tomorrow morning."

Cheng Jin adjusted her glasses. "Liang Jing?"

"That's what Young Master Si means." Yan Ling'er smiled but didn't say anything more.

Cheng Jin glanced at her but didn't ask any further questions.