Chapter 69: After Class, Come Into My Arms (67)

Sheng’s mind went blank with a thunderous roar. The string of curses he’d been about to unleash was forcefully swallowed back the instant he saw A Si.

Wasn’t this the very girl who had single-handedly defeated scores of his own lackeys?

He slapped his own head, and his fierce expression instantly melted into obsequious flattery.

“Sis, I didn’t realize you were here,” he said. “It was my fault for not watching where I was going—please, don’t hold it against me or get frightened.”

He waved his men back hastily.

A Si shot Sheng a glance, her brows still tightly knit.

His face twisted into an expression even more pitiful than crying. “Sis, I—I’m sorry, did I scare you?”

Their boss had always been domineering and ruthless, so this fawning display left all his henchmen wide-eyed in disbelief, marveling at the mysterious power of the girl before them.

He Meigui, too, wore a look as if she’d just swallowed something foul. She couldn’t believe how quickly the situation had reversed: In one moment, the gang leader seemed ready to tear them apart; the next, he was groveling as if before his own father.

A Si’s displeasure didn’t fade; her brows were nearly knit together. Two dimples pinched into her cheeks as her lips pressed tight.

“I’m not your sister. Don’t call me that,” she said coldly. She certainly didn’t have such an ugly—and wicked—brother.

“Meigui, let’s go back,” she said.

“Ah, yes, of course! You two, please this way—move aside, all of you, quickly!” Sheng barked at his men.

Meigui clung tightly to A Si’s arm, overflowing with questions she longed to ask. They hadn’t even entered the school yet when another commotion broke out nearby: Jiang Xiaorui and Sheng were brawling, curses flying and echoing in A Si’s ears.

Her face betrayed not a flicker of emotion; she seemed completely undisturbed. Meigui, however, was all curiosity, stopping every few steps to sneak a look.

“Meigui, stop staring. What’s so interesting about a fight?” A Si admonished.

“Why wouldn’t it be interesting? Jiang Xiaorui used to bully me! Seeing her like this makes me happy!” Meigui retorted.

A Si glanced over. The frail Jiang Xiaorui was already being held down by her hair, her face repeatedly slapped without mercy.

A Si looked away, gazing up at the soft, white clouds drifting across the sky, calmly waiting for Meigui, who was watching the scene with relish.

The ruckus soon drew the attention of the school’s security. Just as they were about to leave, a black sedan pulled up beside them.

The car stopped right at A Si’s side. The door opened, and out stepped a man in a dress shirt and black slacks. He was tall and slender, his jet-black hair catching the sunlight in glimmering flecks, his features so refined they could steal one’s breath away in a single careless glance.

“Xiao Bai.”

A Si called out in delight, her lips curving instantly into a smile, joy shining in her eyes.

“Why are you standing here?” he asked naturally as he walked over, draping an arm around A Si’s shoulders. He nodded to Meigui, guiding them both toward his car.

“There’s a fight over there,” A Si explained.

Lu Yu frowned. “Meigui wanted to watch.” A Si’s eyes sparkled, and her happiness was impossible to conceal when she looked at him.

“Next time something like this happens, don’t get mixed up with He Meigui. Go back to your classroom, understand?” Lu Yu said. A Si was so small and delicate—what if she got hurt?

He glanced casually toward the commotion, his eyes meeting those of the tear-streaked girl sitting on the ground.

Sheng had already gathered his girlfriend and his crew and left. Only Jiang Xiaorui remained, contorted with rage, sitting alone on the pavement.

She couldn’t help but be drawn to Lu Yu’s departing silhouette—what a striking figure, even from behind.

When he finally turned, Jiang Xiaorui snapped back to herself in shock. It was Lu Yu. White shirt, black slacks—his face as handsome as ever in her memory.

And she—she hurriedly averted her eyes and fled, overwhelmed with shame.