This translation is by Pocketrobbin at S h a n g h a i f a n t a s y . c o m

The man’s gaze was blatant and lewd, like a predator eyeing its prey. Anyone could tell something was off.

Qi Yan glanced at the man, then at Jiang Lu. From the moment this stranger entered the room, Jiang Lu had bristled like a wary wolf. The calm and composed aura around him shattered. His eyes turned dark and violent, carrying a chilling, bloodthirsty edge.

A cold dread crept up Qi Yan’s spine. How could Jiang Lu possibly be just a teenager?

Jiang Lu stared at the man who had walked in. This man wasn’t unfamiliar. He was the scumbag who had ruthlessly slammed one of his kittens onto the ground, leaving a mess of blood and flesh.

He had never forgotten that debt.

The man just stood there without leaving, his eyes locked on Jiang Lu. Qi Yan felt a wave of disgust rise in his chest and frowned as he spoke first, “If you walked into the wrong room, get out now.”

Compared to Jiang Lu, he found this man even more repulsive.

But the man ignored Qi Yan entirely. Instead, he grinned at Jiang Lu. That greasy, lecherous smile was deeply unpleasant. “My surname is Wang. I’m the boss of Fenghua Design. Aren’t you Qin Meng’s son? Hehe…… you must be. Your mom showed me your photo.”

The man’s eyes grew increasingly suggestive as he walked forward, baring a row of yellow teeth. “I’ve been wanting to meet you for a long time but never got the chance. Looks like fate brought us together this time. Those little pets I’ve kept don’t compare to you at all. Damn, you’re even prettier than your mom……”

As he spoke, his hand reached out toward Jiang Lu’s chin.

Jiang Lu’s eyes were deathly still, his hand clenched tightly into a fist at his side. In the next instant, he rose abruptly. The cold, murderous aura that burst from him made even Qi Yan involuntarily frown.

Not knowing what Jiang Lu might do, Qi Yan felt a wave of unease. Just as he was about to get up and stop the boy, there came a sudden splash. A whole pot of tea was poured down squarely on the middle-aged man’s head.

“Ah!” The man screamed. Scalded by the hot tea, he flailed as he tried to wipe the water streaming down his face and peel away the tea leaves stuck to his skin.

“Who the hell?!” He roared. Too furious to care about Jiang Lu now, he turned to shout in a rage.

“You don’t need to know who I am! I’m just here to wash your filthy mouth! You talk way too disgustingly!”

Qi An’an stood there holding a large glass teapot, her round eyes glaring in fury. Despite her anger, her petite frame and pristine school uniform made her seem more adorable than threatening.

She glared fiercely at the man, fuming with rage.

She had originally been sitting in the main hall outside the private room, sipping juice while keeping watch. Nothing had happened for a long while, and she had started to doubt whether the scene from the novel would play out at all. But then, she saw a middle-aged man swagger up to the door and barge into Jiang Lu’s private room.

Qi An’an had rushed over immediately. As she approached, she overheard the man saying those disgusting, vulgar words— exactly like in the novel. Her fury nearly gave her a heart attack on the spot. Without thinking, she grabbed the teapot from a nearby table and charged in.

Seeing it was a young girl, the man’s anger flared even more. “You little brat! You’ve got a death wish!” He shouted as he raised his wide hand to strike her.

He moved too fast. Bracing for the worst, Qi An’an closed her eyes and flung the now-empty teapot at him, ready to go down with him if she had to. A dull thud sounded, followed by the man’s shout, but the pain she had expected never came.

That’s strange. Qi Yan was sitting so far away, right?

She cautiously opened one eye.

The man’s fist had been stopped midair. A strong, slender hand had gripped his wrist, veins bulging and knuckles pale from the force exerted.

Jiang Lu’s obsidian-black eyes bore into the man like a deep, motionless abyss, evoking a terrifying sense of emptiness.

“An’an, come here!” Qi Yan nearly had a heart attack and hurriedly yanked Qi An’an over to his side.

Jiang Lu flung the man away with one violent motion. When he opened his palm, the greasy sensation of the man’s skin still lingered, filling him with overwhelming disgust that churned his stomach.

The spilled tea on the floor nearly made the man slip. Staggering back a few steps, he looked up in fury and pointed at Jiang Lu. “You little bastard, just you wait! Sooner or later I’ll kill you!” He then glared viciously at Qi An’an. “And you, you little—”

Qi Yan shielded Qi An’an behind him, his face darkening. “Put your filthy hand down. You dare point at my sister? So you’re the boss of Fenghua Design, surname Wang?”

“You dare insult me?!” Boss Wang let out a cold laugh and was about to hurl another insult when a man in black rushed in from the doorway, followed by two bodyguards. “CEO Qi, sorry to interrupt. Please continue your meeting, I’ll handle this.”

Boss Wang’s expression changed drastically. The man who had just walked in was someone he’d been desperately trying to connect with. He had sent gifts multiple times and pulled all kinds of strings just to get a single word through. But even then, he had never been granted a meeting.

And now he’d heard the other party call the person inside…… CEO Qi?

Thinking back to what had just been said, Boss Wang’s face gradually turned ashen.

He looked at Qi Yan in panic and forced out a smile. “CEO Qi…… I didn’t recognize you just now. I offended you terribly. Please be generous and forgive me……”

The more he spoke, the smaller his voice became, and his entire body trembled. If he had known that losing his temper would provoke someone of this caliber, he would never have dared.

All of this was Jiang Lu’s fault! This lowlife brat! Boss Wang shot Jiang Lu a vicious glare, full of undisguised contempt and hatred.

Qi An’an saw it immediately and jumped out. “What are you staring at?! Who do you think you’re glaring at?!”

Qi Yan failed to stop her as she rushed in front of Jiang Lu, blocking Boss Wang’s line of sight. “Jiang Lu isn’t someone you can bully however you want! You were the one being disgusting first. Next time you see him, stay far away and don’t come near to disgust people!”

“I……” Boss Wang didn’t dare talk back. His face alternated between pale and livid.

No longer able to see that revolting gaze, Jiang Lu’s eyes lowered to Qi An’an’s round, fluffy bun.

His clenched fist slowly relaxed. After a moment’s pause, his fingers curled inward again, unsure what to do.

Qi Yan glanced between Qi An’an and Jiang Lu without saying a word, then raised a hand toward the man by the door.

The man in black understood that Qi Yan had run out of patience. With a wave of his hand, the two bodyguards stepped forward, covered Boss Wang’s mouth, and dragged him out as he whimpered and pleaded.

Boss Wang kept begging Qi Yan, but Qi Yan only raised an eyebrow and silently turned his gaze toward Jiang Lu, whose expression had now returned to calm.

Qi Yan, though young, had been in the business world for years and had seen his fair share of cunning old foxes. He had sharp eyes for people. Whatever kind of soul lay hidden beneath that spotless school uniform, he couldn’t quite grasp it.

It was deep, unfathomable— the kind of composed shrewdness that gave away nothing.

That calm gaze held a chilling edge. It was not the look of someone who would easily let things go. Qi Yan felt that instead of begging him, Boss Wang would’ve been better off begging Jiang Lu.

Compared to Qi Yan, Jiang Lu was just a student with no backing.

Offending Qi Yan might mean losing business.

But offending Jiang Lu…… could be far more terrifying than offending anyone else.