Chapter 10
Inside, the man instantly switched back into cold, domineering CEO mode. "Enter."
Sweating profusely, Zhang Qing stepped inside. "Mr. Shen, here are the thermometer and cold medicine you asked for."
Setting the items down, he wisely prepared to make a swift exit.
"Wait." The man twirled an unlit cigarette between his fingers, his chiseled features calm yet frigid. "Look into where Madam has been these past two days and who she came into contact with."
She wouldn't cry, her eyes swollen, and come down with a raging fever for no reason.
When Gu Shuangshuang woke up, the office was quiet; the man was nowhere to be seen.
She touched her forehead—the fever had broken, and the throbbing swelling around her eyes had eased, all thanks to his ice pack.
Sitting up, she realized a tailored suit jacket was draped over her shoulders. No wonder she had felt that powerful male scent lingering nearby even in her sleep. Subconsciously, she brought the inner lining closer and took a sniff—warm, dry, with a faint trace of clean tobacco. It smelled intoxicatingly good.
Ugh, what am I doing?!
Her face burning, she quickly tossed the jacket aside. Looking down, she noticed something odd about her clothes. She had worn a crewneck short-sleeve top with decorative lace-up ties across the bust today, but now, the ties were somehow loosened...
It probably wasn't tied very tightly and came undone while I tossed and turned in my sleep!
On the bedside table sat a used thermometer, a box of cold medicine, and a glass of water.
A warm flutter stirred in Shuangshuang's chest. Honestly, it was just a one-night transaction—why get so sentimental, applying ice packs and buying medicine for me?
She popped two pills into her mouth per the instructions, picked up the glass, and was just about to swallow when she noticed a slip of paper resting beneath the coaster. The handwriting was bold, sharp, and commanding—like dragons flying and phoenixes dancing.
Yet the content...
Thermometer: 20.
Cold medicine: 130.
You now owe me a total of 48,650 yuan.
"!!!"
The touched, tender look on her face cracked on the spot... What happened to human warmth and true compassion?!
What kind of garbage cold medicine costs 130 yuan?! And charging 20 yuan for a cheap glass thermometer?! The scam couldn't be more blatant! Her face turned green, and she tried to spit the pills out, but in her frantic fury, she choked on the water and swallowed them down anyway. Shuangshuang stared wide-eyed, wanting to cry without tears. Now she had to pay for them...
Damn, top host! You gouge people for cash every chance you get—just how broke are you?!
Fine! I'll swallow this loss! Just you wait, old man—you just freaking wait!!!
Inside the Bentley.
Zhang Qing glanced through the rearview mirror at the long-legged man reviewing documents in the back seat. He couldn't resist speaking up: "Mr. Shen, Dr. Wen said the thermometer costs five yuan, and even premium cold medicine is only forty-six. Telling Madam those inflated prices... isn't that a bit too much bullying?"
Turning the page, the man's attractive thin lips curved into a faint smirk, but he said nothing.
"I know you want Madam's debt to snowball so she'll eventually pay it off in kind. The strategy is solid, but with Madam's IQ, will she even get the hint..."
Snap. The folder slammed shut.
Zhang Qing flinched. The man's low, freezing voice drifted forward: "It seems you're eager to have your salary adjusted down to forty-six yuan? A bachelor in his forties who can't even land a wife—since when do I need you lecturing me on how to pursue a girl?"
Zhang Qing: "..."
Seriously, your flirting skills are bottom-tier, you're arrogant, and you look down on others. Serves you right that Madam doesn't patronize your business!
Gu Shuangshuang returned to her dorm room fuming with rage.
The second she unlocked the door, she was hauled inside!
Zhao Xiao'er shoved her face right up to hers. "Female student and male lecturer—two whole hours in the office! Shuangshuang, what did you do to our god-tier professor?!"
"He's the one who did something to me!" Shuangshuang roared.
Instantly, the entire room drilled her with suspicious, intensely jealous glares.
Shuangshuang threw her hands up. "Not that kind of doing something..."
Zhou Bei patted her chest in relief. "I knew it. Even if you're an E-cup, our god-tier professor wouldn't look twice! He drives a Bentley Mulsanne, for crying out loud."
Shuangshuang twitched her lips. "Rented. A thousand a day."
"And that suit he wears—definitely bespoke and hand-stitched!"
"Rented..."
"What about that wristwatch? It screams astronomical wealth. Heavens, he radiates pure, natural nobility from head to toe, inside and out..."
"Every single bit of it is rented, alright?!" Shuangshuang snapped, unable to take it anymore.
The girls glared at her with icy hostility.
Since things had already gone this far, she held nothing back. He had scammed her first anyway. "Let me tell you, that professor you're all drooling over is actually a high-end male escort from a nightclub! Just look at that seductive face and perfect body, and it's obvious! I haven't figured out how he scammed his way into becoming a university lecturer yet, but my best guess is he slept with a female administrator, a male administrator, or both!"
Letting out that whole rant felt incredibly satisfying!
Except... why were the girls staring at her like that? Their glares turned frostier by the second. And then, an onslaught of five hundred screeching harpies descended upon her...
"Gu Shuangshuang! What cosmic grudge do you have against our professor to slander him like this?!"
"Exactly! He's refined, aristocratic, coolly aloof, and exudes pure mature dominance—a textbook billionaire CEO! How could he possibly be a nightclub host?!"
Even Zhao Xiao'er, her closest friend, couldn't help chiming in: "Shuangshuang, just because he made you stand in class doesn't mean you should badmouth him behind his back. You skipped and showed up late first. The professor was already being merciful."
Shuangshuang was practically driven to tears of frustration. "I'm not lying to you, he really is! He charges a hundred thousand a night, with a fifty percent student dis—"
Crap! She almost blabbed about hiring him herself...
"Why stop? Ran out of lies to make up?" The girls scoffed in disgust.
Shuangshuang had no way to defend herself.
No matter how she looked at it, it was all that bastard's fault! Being handsome really gave you a free pass for everything. Fine, just wait until I snap photo evidence of you entertaining a client and pin it straight to the campus bulletin board—let's see what you have to say then!
Yet before she could catch him in the act, the calculating wolf bullied her ruthlessly once again.
During Friday's lecture, the shameless man enslaved her all over again—making her run to his office to fetch his textbook, wipe down the chalkboard, and stand by the window to block the sun... She could swallow all of that! But in front of the entire packed lecture hall, he actually dared to do that to her...
Here is how it went down:
The lecture progressed to the topic of "Human Contours, Fashion Design, and Fabric Interaction." Naturally, a certain someone needed a live model.
Shuangshuang was vigorously wiping the chalkboard when light glinted off the man's glasses. Before she could figure out what was going on, his large hand clamped around her slender wrist.
"The student who skipped class and arrived late: serve as our model."
Skipped class, arrived late... Did he get addicted to calling her that?!
While Shuangshuang was busy fuming, she snapped back to reality only to find him standing right behind her. His long, well-defined hands—carrying an alluring, cool temperature—rested firmly against her shoulders.
From the students' angle, nothing looked amiss. But Shuangshuang felt a wave of heat surge down her spine. He was standing far too close—the man's solid chest and his intoxicating scent completely enveloped her...
Mortified, Shuangshuang's face flushed crimson. Yet he continued lecturing with an air of deadpan, scholarly seriousness, making it impossible for her to squirm away without making a scene.
As time dragged on, Shuangshuang found it harder and harder to endure. Trapped under the gaze of dozens of staring eyes, she couldn't move an inch, forced to stand motionless as his elegant hands traced and measured the contours of her body in mid-air.
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