Lian Yu had just regained her senses. In this circle of rich young masters, her position was somewhat ambiguous. Besides her family background, it was also due to her two-timing, simultaneously dating Xie Junping and her official boyfriend, leading to an unclear status.
Because of this, when Xie Junping left her in the car this morning, she was subjected to a lot of cold sarcasm, which made her furious. Coupled with a hangover and other issues, she had used Ronan as a target for her frustrations on the way, leading to this incident.
Now, after calming down in the detention room, Lian Yu's thoughts underwent a subtle change. Her annoyance with Xie Junping had not diminished in the slightest, but she had new plans for Ronan.
She had been observing Ronan.
In the small and noisy temporary detention room, most people were either depressed and low-spirited, or irritable and noisy, exuding full negative energy from head to toe.
Only Ronan, this "big boy" who looked the youngest, remained quietly seated in the corner. Aside from changing to a strange sitting posture once in the middle, he barely made any other movements.
The shadow in the corner gently covered Ronan, blurring his outline and many details, but from an overall perspective, he was perfectly coordinated, like a mask and cloak at a masquerade ball, dressing up a mysterious and profound character.
He looked quite delicious.
So Lian Yu approached Ronan, observing him up close... and teasing him.
Ronan's delicate and quiet appearance was exactly her type. If she also considered it as revenge against Xie Junping, it would be even more interesting.
Of course, before that, she needed to figure out Ronan's relationship with Xie Junping and understand why Xie Junping had rushed off this morning, only to be replaced by this young man in a flash.
Lian Yu's intentions were actually not hidden from others. Someone nearby chuckled strangely, "Lian Jieyu, he's a vegetarian, you two won't get along."
"Vegetarian can be quite refreshing too."
Lian Yu didn't mind others calling her by her nickname. "Jieyu" was originally a title for imperial concubines in ancient times, signifying noble status and also implying charm and beauty, so it wasn't a bad name.
As for the malicious implications of "charming others with beauty" or even "not being the main consort," she naturally ignored them.
Lian Yu herself indeed possessed a bold spirit that didn't discriminate between 'meat' and 'vegetables,' and she had the capital for it. Her deep, Stereo features gave her a mixed-race look, but what was truly unfair was her full and tall figure. She had also deliberately worn a wine-red tight-fitting short skirt that hugged her hips, highlighting her alluring parts while also showcasing her slender waist and long legs, maximizing her charm.
To keep warm, she had borrowed a man's jacket to drape over herself, but when speaking, she habitually gestured, causing her lapel to open naturally. Her unrestrained fair skin and the subtle shadows formed a first-rate natural composition, almost drawing in the eyes of the surrounding men.
However, Ronan only felt annoyance... and pain.
Lian Yu had completely changed her attitude towards Ronan, wanting to tease him a bit. As she spoke, she grinned and patted Ronan's shoulder.
The slap she delivered really didn't use much force, but Ronan had now returned to the state he was in right after separating from Xie Junping, where even mist on his Face would cause pain. This slap felt like an axe chopping down on his shoulder. In an instant, his entire arm, along with half his shoulder, felt like it no longer belonged to him.
Ronan's entire Face twitched, but Lian Yu only thought he was nervous. Her hand stayed on Ronan's shoulder, leaning in seductively, "We're cellmates who've gone through hardship together, shouldn't we introduce ourselves?"
This kind of 'benefit' would be a treat for any other man, but at this moment, Ronan only wanted to punch her in the Face.
It hurt... it really hurt!
Ronan felt a fire burning in his heart. In fact, he had already clenched his fists.
But his remaining rationality told him that there was no deep hatred involved here, just a "carnivorous woman's" habitual hunting.
Ronan tried to use this to distract himself and return to a normal state. He answered in as flat a tone as possible, "Zhixing Academy, Tenth Grade, Ronan."
"Oh, you really are a junior! And a fresh young one..."
Lian Yu was quite pleasantly surprised. Now, the more she looked at Ronan, the more pleasing he became. His delicate and youthful Face, paired with a cool expression, and that earnest meditation posture—who knew if it was due to Life Qi or shyness—was truly adorable.
She couldn't help but want to tease him more deeply, reaching out to touch Ronan's Face.
Her attitude was too obvious, and her insane 'benefit' distribution also aroused the jealousy of some people.
Suddenly, a hand reached out, preemptively twisting Ronan's cheek. It was also done with a laugh, but the fingertips used force, directly deforming Ronan's Face:
"Fresh meat? Is it fresh?"
Ronan's heart thumped. His mind didn't react; he acted purely on bodily instinct, forcefully waving his hand to swat away the person's dirty hand.
The strong emotion in his actions was undoubtedly a powerful stimulus for a group of drunk and drugged individuals. The person who reached out was already full of displeasure and took the opportunity to kick out:
"He X is getting arrogant!"
This kick landed heavily on Ronan's shoulder with great force. Ronan's body tilted sideways, bringing Lian Yu along with him. In the chaos, Ronan's notebook, which was on his lap, slipped and was then swept away by the unbalanced Lian Yu, sliding two or three meters away.
Lian Yu was wearing ten-centimeter heels. In her frantic state, she almost twisted her ankle. She leaned on Ronan to avoid falling to the ground, feeling utterly disheveled, and her temper immediately flared up:
"Li Xuecheng, what are you doing?!"
But the other side yelled back with an even louder voice, "Doing you, you slut!"
Lian Yu, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, shrieked and jumped three feet high, her manicured fingertips aiming for Li Xuecheng's Face.
This kind of fight actually couldn't break out. Li Xuecheng's slip of the tongue was already disrespecting Xie Junping's Face, and if he were to actually fight Lian Yu and scratch her Face, he wouldn't be able to stay in the circle anymore.
He dodged backward, and naturally, enough people came up to break up the fight.
These rich young masters, whose arrogance had just been curbed in the detention center, were looking for an exciting point to vent. Now seeing a commotion to join, each one eagerly rushed forward. Regardless of who was right or wrong, it was good to take advantage of the beautiful woman.
Before Lian Yu could charge forward, she was already held back by three or four big men, who offered advice from all sides. She received many "righteous hands" all over her body, making her pretty Face turn livid. She then lifted her high-heeled shoe and kicked heavily at whoever was nearby, scattering the group of men.
Later, it was the two girls who had been acting as 'vases' on the side, having seen enough of the commotion, who half-heartedly stepped in to persuade her, finally managing to calm her down.
On the other side, Li Xuecheng had escaped the crisis of having his Face ruined, but his Face was still quite damaged, and he had a belly full of evil Qi with nowhere to vent. His eyes darted around frantically until he saw the pretty boy who had caused the crisis, swaying as he got up, acting as if nothing had happened, to pick up his fallen notebook.
"Go to hell, you X!" Li Xuecheng didn't even think, rushing over and kicking Ronan in the lower back.