Principal: "???"
Wait, what did Shen Qianqian just say? Brother Lin Xuan?
So, Shen Qianqian has fallen for Lin Xuan, and the reason Su Hua came to the Academic Affairs Office was to prevent Shen Qianqian from getting close to Lin Xuan by transferring into Shangqing University.
He had thought Su Hua had changed this time—that her visit wasn’t about Lin Xuan.
Turns out, it was still because of him!
The Principal still wasn’t entirely sure, so he asked respectfully, "Ms. Su, what brings you to the Academic Affairs Office today?"
Su Hua gave him a faint glance. "I dropped A-Xuan off at school and happened to run into someone trying to sneak into Shangqing University to get close to my man. I couldn’t just stand by."
Principal: "!!!"
Exactly as he’d suspected.
"Principal." Su Hua’s crimson lips curved into a smile. "Remember, A-Xuan is mine. As the Principal of Shangqing University, I don’t want to see any woman getting near him on campus. Understood?"
"Ms. Su, rest assured, I’ll keep a close eye on Lin Xuan for you," the Principal replied deferentially.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Lin Xuan was outstanding—it was only natural other girls would be drawn to him. Keeping women away from him was no small task.
But given Su Hua’s domineering possessiveness, it was better to enforce this early. Otherwise, some female students might cross her, and that would be no laughing matter.
Satisfied with the Principal’s compliance, Su Hua withdrew her gaze.
"If you do a good job, I’ll add another five million to this year’s bonus."
Principal: "!!!!"
This mission was non-negotiable!
Five million—he was coming for it!
The Academic Director stood there, stunned.
So this woman of extraordinary presence was none other than Ms. Su.
Good thing he’d just been spectating and hadn’t shown her any disrespect.
The security guards dragged Shen Qianqian out of Shangqing University and unceremoniously dumped her on the ground.
"Ah—!"
Shen Qianqian fell hard, her hands and knees scraping against the pavement. Tears welled up in her eyes from the pain.
"You’ll all pay for this! Just you wait!"
"Click!"
"Click!"
A few passing journalists snapped photos of her.
"Wait, doesn’t she look familiar? Isn’t that the heiress of Shen Corporation? Why was she thrown out of Shangqing University?"
One journalist quickly approached the security guards. "Excuse me, gentlemen, why was she expelled? What did she do?"
"That one? She threw a tantrum in the Academic Affairs Office, thinking her father’s donation of a building gave her the right. The university has rejected both his donation and her transfer application."
The journalist scribbled furiously in his notepad.
Su Hua’s car pulled out of Shangqing University.
Spotting Shen Qianqian still at the gates, she ordered, "Stop the car."
"Yes, ma’am."
The driver halted the vehicle.
Shen Qianqian immediately noticed Su Hua stepping out. Her face twisted with rage. "Feeling smug, aren’t you? You won again, got me kicked out. Here to gloat, huh?"
Su Hua smirked but said nothing, simply watching as Shen Qianqian ranted and raved.
"Don’t celebrate too soon!" Shen Qianqian hissed through gritted teeth. "Cross me, and you’ll regret it!"
You’d better hide forever.
Otherwise… she’d make sure Su Hua lived in agony.
"Fine. I’ll wait and see who regrets it in the end," Su Hua replied, her eyes narrowing dangerously.
The driver wiped his brow.
Normally, Su Hua wouldn’t waste words on a fool like Shen Qianqian—she’d just eliminate her.
But now, she seemed to be treating her like a clown, amusing herself until the day she grew bored and disposed of her.
Love really could change a person.
"Shen Qianqian, I welcome your attempts to take me down."
Su Hua smiled faintly before turning back to her car.
"Click! Click!"
The journalists snapped more photos of her.
Su Hua’s beauty was breathtaking—they couldn’t resist capturing her image.
Unbeknownst to them, several bodyguards were watching.
The journalists marveled at the photos. "She’s stunning. That aura—like an untouchable queen. Never seen anything like it."
"I wonder what kind of man could handle her."
Hearing this, Shen Qianqian scoffed. "That cheap slut clawed her way up using her body. What’s so noble about her?"
Journalists: "???"
What nonsense?
A woman who slept her way to the top wouldn’t carry herself like royalty. Ridiculous.
"You’ll see soon enough," Shen Qianqian sneered, crossing her arms.
The journalists exchanged uneasy glances.
Sounded like something was about to go down.
Shen Qianqian smirked triumphantly.
She refused to believe this vixen could evade her forever. Soon, her men would catch her.
She’d film Su Hua beneath multiple men, then show Lin Xuan the footage. He’d be disgusted—realizing only she, Shen Qianqian, was worthy of him.
After Shen Qianqian drove off, the journalists prepared to leave, satisfied with their shots of Su Hua.
Her looks, her presence—she could be the heroine of a novel. These photos alone would cause a stir.
Suddenly, several bodyguards surrounded them.
The journalists gulped at the sight of the towering, suited men in sunglasses.
"Gentlemen, can we help you?" one stammered.
Bodyguard: "Hand over your cameras."
They had no choice but to comply.
The bodyguards deleted every photo of Su Hua before returning the cameras.
Then, just as swiftly, they left.
The journalists stood frozen.
In all their years, they’d never encountered anything like this.
They’d only taken a few harmless photos—yet they’d been erased without mercy.
"Journalist Wang," one muttered, "that woman… could she be Su Hua, the head of Su Corporation? Rumor has it she’s breathtaking, just like her."
The other nodded, dread creeping in.
Thank goodness they hadn’t offended her.
A media outlet once published unauthorized content about Su Hua—the next day, its owner was arrested.
In their circle, one rule was absolute: Never report on Su Hua without her permission.
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d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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