So all the wives were waiting for me to break up with them.

"Next time," Yun Mingyue put down her knife and fork, glancing at the restaurant manager who didn't dare to breathe, "prepare some simple, easy-to-understand, and delicious food for me."

"Okay, okay." Although the restaurant manager didn't quite understand, he quickly agreed. If he displeased President Yun, the restaurant would have to close down tomorrow, no, the very next second.

Yun Mingyue nodded slightly, stood up, and walked step by step out of the restaurant.

At the entrance stood a neat row of male and female servants, who all bowed as she approached.

"Welcome to visit us again."

Yun Mingyue glanced back at the restaurant sign, said nothing, and continued walking forward without stopping.

Outside, Sun Qing, with an exceptionally serious expression, was standing in front of a stretched Lincoln, helping Yun Mingyue open the door.

"Chairman, please get in the car."

"Hmm." Yun Mingyue responded lightly, expressionless, her demeanor aloof, like a snow lotus on a high mountain. "Sun Qing, tell me about today's itinerary."

“You have an important meeting at the company later, an appointment with the Hangzhou Municipal Government later, and another one in the afternoon…” Without thinking, Sun Qing began to give her orderly account as soon as Yun Mingyue asked.

Yun Mingyue sat in the back seat, listening to Sun Qing's report, nodding slightly while unconsciously touching her thigh with her hand.

She didn't have a trace of the coquettish charm she had when she spent the night with her 'bad brother'.

Only overwhelming, queen-like dominance.

…………

Meanwhile, at Hangzhou Z University, psychology students finished listening to a lecture by Ning Moxin.

As soon as the bell rang, some people started urging everyone to practice dancing and urged Zhou You to go pick up his dance partner, Teacher Ning Moxin, who was standing on the podium organizing her lesson plan.

Generally speaking, even if students decide to participate in the New Year's Eve gala, they won't start rehearsing so early, mainly because they don't have that much enthusiasm.

However, the situation of these female students in the psychology department is clearly different from the normal situation. For CP fans, shipping CPs is simply the most interesting thing in the world.

They couldn't wait to see Inkstone dance a duet every day.

"Teacher Ning, don't you feel they're being a bit too enthusiastic?" Zhou You walked up to the podium and asked Ning Moxin, who was almost finished preparing her lesson plan.

He was genuinely puzzled by the bizarre enthusiasm of his classmates.

Unlike Zhou You, Ning Moxin, while not fully aware of the female students' thoughts, had a pretty good grasp of them.

She raised her hand, covering it with her wide sleeve, and smiled, "Zhou, don't overthink it. It's a good thing that everyone is willing to actively participate in school activities."

"Or perhaps..." Ning Moxin paused deliberately, "...you find dancing with me boring? Or even dislike me? Don't want to spend more time with me?"

"How could I possibly hate you, teacher?" Zhou You quickly shook his head in denial.

"I knew it, Zhou, you like the teacher."

"?" He was stunned by Ning Moxin's words.

Seeing his stunned expression, Ning Moxin's eyebrows curved, and her eyes were filled with undisguised laughter. "Isn't it normal for a younger brother to admire and like his older sister? Xiao You, what are you panicking about?"

"Oh." Zhou You breathed a sigh of relief. Ning Moxin's words, which were left unfinished, had startled him and made his heart pound.

It turns out it was just a normal liking.

He lowered his voice, "Sister Mo, there are so many people around, you'd better not say anything strange, or people will misunderstand."

Ning Moxin's occasional 'little devil' personality is a stark contrast to her usual image as a teacher.

"Everyone knows we have a normal teacher-student relationship, only you, Xiaoyou, keep feeling something's off. Do you...?"

Ning Moxin noticed the female students' discussion gradually subsiding. She deliberately closed the distance between herself and Zhou You, clenching her trembling fingers.

"...Do you have something to hide, which is why you always feel that our relationship is ambiguous?"

"..."

"If you're upright, you have nothing to fear. As long as you stay true to yourself, Xiao You, there's nothing to be afraid of." Ning Moxin naturally placed her hand in Zhou You's palm, turned her head, and looked at him with clear eyes.

It's as if to say, "Look, I'm not shy at all when I hold your hand. We really are just ordinary teacher and student, completely innocent."

"This..." Zhou You himself was unsure. Did he really have some expectations for a teacher-student relationship?

It seems not impossible, after all...

Who wouldn't hope that the teacher, whom they thought was kind and considerate to everyone, was actually only kind to them?

That teacher was especially beautiful.

"Xiao You, stop thinking nonsense." Ning Moxin's voice was very gentle, and she still had that gentle and graceful expression. "Who doesn't have evil thoughts in their heart? Do you remember what I talked about in class? This is called intrusive thinking."

"Alright, we should go over for the rehearsal now."

She gently tugged at his arm, and the two of them walked hand in hand into the middle of the students, receiving their admiring gazes.

Zhou You didn't dwell on it any longer. It's normal for people to have strange thoughts occasionally, and as long as you don't keep thinking about them, it's not a big problem.

And speaking of strange things, compared to the teacher-student relationship, isn't his idea of ​​doing *that* with Sister Hua and Sister Bing even stranger?

Cheerful music began to play.

The two put their hands together and got ready. After a spin, Ning Moxin tiptoed and inadvertently crossed the safe distance between men and women, leaning close to Zhou You's ear.

"Xiao You, I recently bought a lot of pretty stockings."

There were also some novel clothes.

"Could you help me put it on like last time? Practice makes perfect, Xiao You, you won't refuse, will you?"

. . . . . .

138. The Code of Ink

Ning Moxin's words caused Zhou You some trouble, but not much. It was just helping him put on stockings. He had already helped her put them on once, so why would he be afraid?

how is this possible.

He calmed himself down and danced gracefully with Ning Moxin to the music.

Although the two had only practiced a few times, their dance moves were extremely skillful and graceful. Every spin and step was incredibly light and natural, as if they had a natural understanding that made them surprisingly in sync.

"Perfect! Absolutely perfect!"

Tang An'an had one foot on a chair and was waving a textbook rolled into a cylinder with one hand. Her face was full of excitement and barely contained emotion.

"This level of understanding is truly worthy of Ink, cough cough cough." She almost blurted out her inner thoughts.

"President, let's clean up the smell." The girl with the single ponytail quickly reminded her in a low voice; she was Tang An'an's dance partner.

Tang An'an covered her mouth, nodded seriously, and tried her best to suppress the corners of her mouth that were uncontrollably turning up.

At this moment, the music gradually softens and enters its finale, and the two dancers stop moving.

Zhou You glanced at the already slanting sun outside the window and suggested, "Teacher Ning, it's getting late. How about we stop practicing here for today?"

"Alright." Ning Moxin withdrew her hand from Zhou You's shoulder.

Seeing this, some female students who were also practicing nearby also stopped.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'll be going now. See you tomorrow," Zhou Youke said curtly.

"Zhou You, thank you for your hard work. See you tomorrow."

"Zhou You, go home and rest early."

Ning Moxin glanced at the female students who were all greeting Zhou You, and subtly raised her eyebrows.

Xiao You is such a lovable child.

She pursed her lips, picked up her lesson plan from the podium, quickened her pace to catch up with Zhou You, and walked out side by side with him.

The two left the classroom and found a crowd of curious students gathered outside, probably watching the psychology students practice dancing.

After all, the female students in the psychology department are generally of good quality, and even when they make a fool of themselves while dancing, it's still a pleasure to watch.

"Teacher Ning, are you going home tonight, or are you coming with us..." Zhou You asked tactfully.

"No, I'll get together with you guys another time." Ning Moxin had no plans to join the fun tonight.

She thought the party that night was fun and interesting, but she also felt a little out of place with the other two and Zhou You, just as Zhou You had expected, it was rather awkward.

"They're all your girlfriends, so I won't be a third wheel." It's fine to get together occasionally, but she's not suited to be like Yun Mingyue and Chen Tangtang, spending every night playing around with Xiao You.

Ning Moxin, you must understand that although some things are very enjoyable, you must exercise restraint and not indulge in pleasure.

There's a Chinese idiom: "Too much of a good thing is bad."

Ning Moxin silently reminded herself to restrain herself a little, even if it had little effect.

"Mm," Zhou You replied, then chatted with Ning Moxin about other things.

The two walked away talking. Inside the classroom, the female students from the psychology department packed up their things, and in twos and threes, they linked arms and discussed what to have for dinner, preparing to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Tang An'an called out to everyone and gave her dance partner, the girl with the single ponytail, a wink.

The girl with the single ponytail nodded in understanding, ran to the classroom door, waved her hand to disperse the students watching outside, and then slammed the door shut.

"An'an, what's wrong?" a cute-looking girl asked curiously.

"Cough cough."

Tang An'an cleared her throat, her face serious, "Has anyone recently felt an increasing urge to express their love for the Ink and Water CP?"

"Yes, yes, yes." The girls got excited when ink was mentioned, especially since what Tang An'an said really reflected their recent feelings.

They desperately wanted to vent their turbulent emotions directly in front of Zhou You and Ning Moxin.

"An'an... President, you don't know, I really want to grab Mo Shui and tell them that I wish them happiness."

"So you think that way too?"

"Hey~~ You too?"

The female students looked at each other, realizing that everyone was holding back.

"Given our recent high blood sugar from excessive sugar consumption, I, the president of this club, have decided to issue the first rule of our Ink Support Club!"

Tang An'an jumped onto the desk, her skirt fluttering and revealing SpongeBob's underwear. Luckily, there were only girls around, so no one paid any attention.

They were more concerned about what Tang An'an said, "Rules? What rules?"

“I don’t think we can keep enduring this like this…” Tang An’an crossed her arms, “…so I’ve decided to share a secret code with everyone.”