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Chapter 25 The Queen is Jealous! The Consequences are Severe!

"Zhang, Da, Cai, Zi?"

She pronounced the last three words extremely slowly, each syllable seeming to be squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying a chilling, acrid feeling.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed everything at the school gate in a warm golden hue, but it couldn't penetrate Nie Qingcheng's unfathomable fox-like eyes.

Zhang Yan felt a sudden headache.

He wasn't afraid, but rather felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

You can never reason with this woman, because her logic is simply herself.

All around, countless gossipy eyes were glued to them. The students who had just finished school slowed down, pricked up their ears, and craned their necks, eager to witness a dramatic tale of family feuds.

"Get in the car."

Nie Qingcheng didn't say another word. She turned around, opened the back door of the Cullinan, and got in first.

An attitude that cannot be refused.

Zhang Yan shook his head helplessly. Under the increasingly shocked and fanatical gazes of the surrounding students, he resignedly bent down and got into the car.

The heavy car door slammed shut, completely shutting out all the noise and prying eyes from the outside world.

The carriage was eerily quiet.

Linda, the chief secretary in the front row, looked down at her nose, as if she were a lifeless sculpture, even her breathing was on silent mode.

The air inside the car seemed to have been sucked out, and the low air pressure made it feel suffocating.

Nie Qingcheng didn't look at him, but turned her face to the side, looking at the street scene rushing past outside the window.

Her flawless profile now seemed to be sculpted from millennia-old ice, devoid of any warmth.

Zhang Yan felt that this silence was more unbearable than her directly getting angry.

He moved his lips, preparing to explain.

"bag."

Nie Qingcheng finally spoke, her voice calm, yet like two blocks of ice colliding.

She reached out her hand to him; the hand, adorned with a pink diamond ring, had long, slender fingers and distinct knuckles, yet it exuded an irresistible strength.

Zhang Yan was silent for two seconds, then quietly took off his backpack and handed it over.

Nie Qingcheng took the schoolbag, her movements were anything but gentle, even somewhat rough.

She ripped open the zipper, not even glancing at the textbooks and stationery inside, and turned the entire backpack upside down.

"Splash—"

Books, pencil cases, and a whole bunch of colorful envelopes instantly filled the spacious leather chair between the two of them.

Pink, blue, with lace trim, and even some sealed with sealing wax.

Colorful and magnificent.

Nie Qingcheng's gaze swept over the pile of "trash," and finally, she precisely picked up the most eye-catching pink envelope that was peeking out from the seam of the backpack.

She didn't dismantle it.

It was held between two fingers, as if it were some kind of highly toxic contaminant.

"Quite a few."

She finally turned her head and looked at Zhang Yan.

In those beautiful fox-like eyes, a dangerous emotion that Zhang Yan couldn't understand but could clearly sense was surging within.

"I haven't read a single one."

Zhang Yan met her gaze and calmly stated the facts, "I originally planned to throw them all away when I got back to the dorm."

His voice held no trace of guilt, only composure.

Nie Qingcheng stared at him for a full five seconds.

Those sharp eyes seemed to pierce through his skin and see into the depths of his soul.

In the end, she seemed to believe it.

However, believing it doesn't mean the matter is over.

She tossed the pink envelope back into the pile of letters, and then, with an extremely elegant yet disdainful air, gathered all the envelopes together.

She didn't even touch them directly with her hands; she simply used the broken pen barrel to gather the envelopes together.

"Linda."

"Mr. Nie, I'm here," Linda in the front row immediately responded.

"trash bag."

Without the slightest hesitation, Linda took out a high-quality black car trash bag from the armrest box and respectfully handed it to the back seat.

Nie Qingcheng took it and opened the mouth.

Then, with that six-figure pen, she swept the pile of letters, each carrying countless girlish secrets, into a black bag, as if sweeping up trash.

Throughout the entire process, her face remained expressionless.

The movements were slow and deliberate, yet carried a cold, extreme sense of humiliation.

Finally, she tied the bag shut and tossed it onto the carpet at her feet.

Listen carefully.

After doing all this, she looked at Zhang Yan again, leaning forward slightly. The cold, woody scent mixed with a dangerous sense of oppression instantly enveloped her.

"From today onwards, your schoolbag, your pockets, and your cell phone are all under my control."

Her fingertips gently touched Zhang Yan's chest, and the cool touch through the thin T-shirt made his heart skip a beat.

"Anything anyone gives you, whether it's food, something you use, or even a piece of waste paper, must first be inspected by me."

"Did you understand?"

Zhang Yan stared blankly at her eyes, which were filled with "possession" and "warning," for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out a single word.

"……Um."

Revolt?

Meaningless.

It will only make her more aggressive.

Seeing him back down, the icy coldness in Nie Qingcheng's eyes finally melted a little.

She sat up straight with satisfaction, leaned back in her chair, and tapped her knees absently with her fingertips.

She seemed to be thinking about something.

"wrong……"

She suddenly muttered to herself, "The problem isn't with these letters."

Zhang Yan's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition rose within him.

Nie Qingcheng continued, "The root of the problem is that you are too easily accessible to others."

Her gaze swept over Zhang Yan, as if assessing the security measures for a rare treasure.

"Taking the bus or walking on campus... is too dangerous."

She frowned, seemingly extremely dissatisfied with this "inefficient" mode of transportation, "It's like throwing a piece of top-grade mutton fat jade on the street and letting the cats and dogs on the roadside watch it."

Zhang Yan: "..."

He thought his analogy was outrageous enough, but she was even more outrageous.

Just then, a light flashed in Nie Qingcheng's eyes—the light of having found the perfect solution.

"Linda."

"Mr. Nie, please give your instructions."

"We're not going to Genting Resort."

Nie Qingcheng's voice carried a hint of pleasure and interest, "Change course, go to the 'Peak Club'."

"The Pinnacle Club?"

Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment; he had never heard of this name before.

Nie Qingcheng turned her head, looked at his bewildered expression, and finally showed her first real smile of the day.

That smile was bright and flamboyant, yet it carried a hint of malicious cunning.

She reached out and very naturally straightened his collar, which was wrinkled by the backpack strap, in an intimate and matter-of-fact manner.

Her red lips brushed against his ear, her warm breath caressing his earlobe.

"Don't you like riding a bike?"

Her voice was low, with a hint of seductive laughter.

"Sister will take you to get a new mount."

"Change to a different mount... no one will dare stop you from stuffing things into it anymore."