Chapter Sixteen: Anger Unleashed

The man before her flashed a wickedly charming smile. “Allow me to introduce myself. My surname is Wang. First-year student in the Department of Architecture. My father is the general manager of Wang Construction.”

He watched Mo Nian Nian with smug satisfaction, waiting for her gaze to fill with admiration and envy.

Mo Nian Nian witnessed, with her own eyes, the flecks of his saliva landing on the dessert in front of her.

Her expression darkened immediately, countless thoughts of beating him to a pulp flashing through her mind.

But then she remembered—this was Jiang Hu’s school. As Jiang Hu’s guardian, she couldn’t disgrace herself in front of the entire institution. She drew a deep breath, suppressing the urge to smash the cake into his face.

She clenched her teeth. “Is there something you need?”

Her reaction surprised the man, but he didn’t mind. He knew all too well the art of feigned resistance.

“As long as you’re with me, you’ll have a share in the future of Wang Construction,” he said, his voice dripping with suggestiveness and oiliness. He reached out, intending to touch Mo Nian Nian, and that was the last straw. Today, she vowed to beat him so hard even his father wouldn’t recognize him—she refused to let the name Mo be sullied!

However, before she could act, a shadow flickered past her. In an instant, the greasy, ugly man was sprawled on the floor, wailing in agony.

Jiang Hu seized his collar, raining punches on him, his eyes glowing red like a demon.

Those nearby were stunned for a moment before rushing to intervene. “Hey! Hey! What are you doing? Break it up, break it up!”

Chaos reigned. The man’s cries grew weaker, his face a pitiful mess, and it seemed someone’s life might soon be at stake.

Jiang Hu, for reasons unknown, couldn’t be pulled away by several people, who grew increasingly desperate.

“That’s enough.” Mo Nian Nian’s voice reached Jiang Hu’s ears, and he froze as if someone had pressed pause. His fist stopped mid-air, veins bulging, a terrifying sight.

Mo Nian Nian pulled him up, examined his hand, and as expected—it was bleeding again. The wound from the shards had just started to scab over, and now, after this ordeal, it had reopened.

She sighed. “Wonderful. Now you’ll need even more time to heal. Didn’t you complain about your hand hurting this morning?”

She had no medicine on her, but fortunately, the event was well-prepared, and someone soon brought her all she needed.

They quickly learned what had happened—that the man had harassed Mo Nian Nian—so he was “invited” out.

And then... the party resumed as usual.

Even Mo Nian Nian couldn’t help but marvel—truly, a world-class university. They’d seen it all; nothing could faze them.

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This time, Mo Nian Nian and Jiang Hu obediently found a seat and did not join the excitement.

Jiang Hu lowered his head, the strands of hair drooping over his forehead. He spoke in a small voice, “I was wrong.”

“Do you know what you were wrong about?”

Jiang Hu murmured, “I know... I shouldn’t have been so impulsive, shouldn’t have hit him so hard.”

If there were a next time... he’d make sure to take him out quietly!

“No. Your mistake was attacking him in public. Now, everyone knows you have a grudge. If anything happens to him, you’ll be the first they suspect.”

Jiang Hu was stunned, disbelief in his eyes. “Sister, you’re not angry at me?”

Mo Nian Nian looked puzzled. “Why would I be angry with you? If not for you, I would’ve acted myself. Who does he think he is?”

Thinking of that man filled Mo Nian Nian with rage. She continued teaching Jiang Hu, “Next time, don’t be so impulsive. If I’d acted on the spot, I could’ve shifted all the blame onto him. Could you do that? If you must strike, do it cleanly—leave no trace.”

The system was on the verge of madness, unable to hold back its shrill protests. [Host, what are you doing??? Are you crazy? We’re supposed to impart thoughts of truth, goodness, and beauty to the male lead, not like this!!!]

Ah, it was doomed. Could it apply for a time reversal?

The male lead was already a bit twisted—being influenced like this, wouldn’t he become even worse?

The system’s screams were piercing. Mo Nian Nian nearly muted it again. She dug at her ear. [Enough. I get it.]

Besides, wasn’t she teaching the male lead some self-preservation?

If he couldn’t protect himself, wouldn’t he be devoured by villains, bones and all?

How could she bear to leave him, then?

Jiang Hu’s voice was a little dry. “What if I can’t win the fight?”

Mo Nian Nian replied naturally, “You have me. Rest assured, as long as I’m here, no one can bully you.”

Jiang Hu was silent for a long time. It was as if he heard flowers blooming in his heart—a seed named Mo Nian Nian took root and sprouted, growing into a towering tree that crowded all his thoughts.

In that moment, he was seized by an uncontrollable urge to kiss her, to embrace her, to fuse himself with Mo Nian Nian so they would never be apart.

In the end, he only hugged her, restrained.

“Thank you.”

Thank you for bringing light. Thank you for giving him new life, when he should have rotted in the earth.

She had saved him—now, she was bound to him for life.

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Jiang Hu’s gaze was pathologically obsessive, cloaked in darkness.

“Alright! Now for the moment we’ve all been waiting for... Nightfall, close your eyes!” The host’s excitement echoed across the stage, and the crowd responded with mounting enthusiasm.

Mo Nian Nian was about to ask what was happening when all the lights in the room went out. Cheers erupted, reaching their peak.

Suddenly, everyone began to move. Mo Nian Nian sensed countless bodies around her.

In the crush, Jiang Hu—who had been beside her—was nowhere to be found.

She called out twice, “Jiang Hu? Jiang Hu, are you there?”

There was no answer. Mo Nian Nian felt a twinge of unease, and before she could react, a hand suddenly seized her wrist from behind, yanking her against the wall.

The person was very close, carrying a faint scent of cologne.

He held her fast, trapping her, leaning in to inhale at her neck.

“So fragrant.”

The voice was low, tinged with a familiar note.

Mo Nian Nian slapped out immediately, sparing no mercy.

He blocked her easily, pinning both her hands above her head. His deep voice sounded again. “So fierce... but I like it.”

The end of his words curled, seductive and enchanting, like a demon luring souls in the dark.

Mo Nian Nian had never suffered such humiliation. She struggled fiercely to break free, unleashing two deadly moves.

He deflected them all. In the blink of an eye, they’d exchanged more than ten blows.

Yet Mo Nian Nian failed to gain the upper hand—in fact, she’d been taken advantage of several times without realizing it.

She was thoroughly enraged. “What do you want?”

This bastard—if she didn’t find out who he was and destroy him, she’d use her head as a soccer ball.