Quick Transmigration: So the Green Tea Sister Stole the Male Lead

He An was 21 years old at the time and never imagined that he was already considered an uncle by a female high school student.

He didn't dwell on the form of address, but naturally put his arm around the girl in a gesture of elder's consideration and comfort for a younger person.

He completely forgot about his recent plan to keep quiet, and spoke in a soft, gentle voice that would frighten anyone who knew him, lowering his voice as if afraid of startling the girl: "Don't be afraid, you can tell me anything. Did He Siwei bully you?"

The principal subtly tried to separate the two. What kind of behavior was it for a grown man to be embracing a young girl, especially since He An was He Siwei's older brother? For the sake of this arrogant young master, He An might have to resort to coercion and bribery to make the girl back down.

"Yuff, you can tell the principal what happened."

The principal knew Youfu; she always spoke as a student representative at the opening ceremony. She had excellent grades, a good personality, and was very popular at school—practically the face of their school. Even without sponsorship, he wouldn't allow his students to be harmed!

However, Yuf didn't appreciate it.

He Siwei had just threatened her, saying that if he wanted to, he could make You Fu drop out of school in no time.

Yuf took it seriously. And who could decide whether or not to drop out of school? It was none other than the principal in front of her! So Yuf considered the bald principal and He Siwei to be birds of a feather, and since the principal was usually shrewd and stingy, she was even less likely to believe his words.

Compared to the principal, this handsome uncle in front of me, whose age I can't tell, seems more like a good person. He's so good-looking, there's no need for him to be a bad guy.

Yu Fu seemed to have completely forgotten that she had suffered a loss at the hands of He Siwei for the same reason not long ago.

Seeing that someone was good-looking, I kindly offered them an olive branch, but the branch ended up being broken.

Yufie quickly forgot the pain of her past mistakes, repeatedly falling into traps with handsome men. After a while, even the filling inside the puff pastry became a trap.

Seeing the girl remain silent and hide her head behind him, He An felt an unprecedented pity for her.

The principal was heartbroken. Why didn't anyone trust He An, whom he was close to? Does that make sense?

He An: "You all go out first."

He Siwei objected unhappily, "I'm not going out. I still have something to say to Youfu."

He An: "He Siwei, I'm telling you to get out."

The pressure from her older brother was still very effective, at least more effective than that from her father. He Siwei clicked his tongue and stared at You Fu as he left, his gaze seeming to say to You Fu, "You just wait."

Startled, Youfu pressed He An even tighter.

He Siwei gritted her teeth. Did she think He An was a good person? He An had done far more bad things than he had.

He Siwei didn't know what You Fu and He An had talked about, but He An ultimately ordered him to pack his bags and go back to the capital that very day.

He Siwei rushed into He An's temporary study in disbelief: "Why should I go back when I'm perfectly fine here? I'm not going back."

He An, annoyed, had someone drag him away: "I'm not asking for your opinion."

He Siwei went berserk: "Why do you get to do whatever you want? You were the one who threw me here, and now you're the one who wants me to go back."

He An put down the documents and scrutinized him: "When you first arrived, you kept saying you wanted to go home every day. Now that you've got your wish, what are you complaining about?"

What's there to complain about? He Siwei was taken aback.

To be honest, he still doesn't like it here. The facilities are outdated, and there's nowhere to have fun on weekends.

But for some reason, he didn't want to leave.

While He Siwei was still in a daze, she was immediately grabbed by two bodyguards and shoved back into the bedroom.

He An could see the resentment and unwillingness in He Siwei's eyes. Even if his younger brother didn't say it, he could guess why He Siwei didn't want to leave.

He recalled what had happened that morning. The girl had red-rimmed eyes, her round, caramel-colored almond-shaped eyes. She recounted He Siwei's violence very earnestly, from the initial verbal conflict to He Siwei threatening to expel her from school, and then to their physical fight—actually a one-sided beating by You Fu, but in her eyes it appeared to be mutual assault. Because He Siwei was taller than her, she lost her balance when she hit him. He Siwei tried to pull her up, but she thought he was going to hit her, screamed in fright, and tripped and fell.

So in Youfu's eyes, this became that He Siwei pushed her and caused her to fall.

He An understood He Siwei and knew that he was just being sarcastic and didn't really mean to make things difficult for You Fu. However, he didn't defend his brother and even nodded seriously, saying, "I know what you've said. I'll handle it. I'm sorry you've had to go through this."

In the past, when He Siwei got into a conflict and broke someone's leg, He An didn't think much of it. Now, listening to You Fu's accusations, which were nothing more than trivial verbal disputes, he wasn't impatient at all. Instead, he put himself in You Fu's shoes and considered things from her perspective.

"You must have been terrified then," He An comforted you. "Don't worry about it now, he won't make things difficult for you anymore."

He then asked, "Where did you fall? Are you hurt?"

Yu Fu pointed it out to He An, but He An couldn't see anything. He had to get closer and finally saw a scratch on the girl's snow-white knee.

"It's serious," He An said sincerely. "I apologize on behalf of He Siwei. Shall I take you to the infirmary? Which floor is it on?"

Now it was Yuf's turn to feel embarrassed.

Oh dear, is it really necessary to make such a big deal out of nothing?

She took out a band-aid from the side pocket of her backpack.

Yuf has a habit of carrying band-aids with her because the 1.9-meter-tall man with the buzz cut was her good friend, and he often had injuries from fights. Kind-hearted Yuf would put band-aids on him and then rub his muscles.

He An took the band-aid from You Fu's hand naturally but without thinking, tore open the packaging, and gently applied it to the girl's knee.

His slender fingers slid along the edge and pressed firmly, inevitably touching the girl's skin.

Yuv: "..."

Yuf hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

Clutching her schoolbag to her chest, she felt that He An seemed to be a good person after all.

Then look at him, he's dressed in a low-key yet stylish way, he doesn't seem like someone from around here, he looks more like a model on TV, and he smells really nice.

Just now, even the principal looked shorter than him, and he was bowing and scraping. Yu Fu guessed that He An was probably a leader from higher up, like the Education Bureau or something.

Perhaps it was He An's friendliness that gave You Fu a bit of courage. She glanced at him furtively and said shyly in a low voice, "Boss, may I ask you a question?"

Leader? What kind of title is that? But it doesn't sound bad, it's quite pleasant to the ear.

He An: "Ask away."

He thought Yu Fu would ask him how to deal with He Siwei, or want He Siwei to apologize to her, or something like that.

However, Yuf looked at him expectantly, like a puppy begging for food: "Do you think I really look like a little country bumpkin?"