novelraw Chapter 462 - 181: The Bootlicker Isn’t Worthy of Sympathy, Dominating the Sexy Royal Sister
Chapter 462 - 181: The Bootlicker Isn’t Worthy of Sympathy, Dominating the Sexy Royal Sister
When Peng Cheng heard Qi Siyu’s reply, his expression darkened, and he felt extremely embarrassed.
He had already privately decided that Qi Siyu was his girlfriend. In front of other colleagues, he would always call her affectionately, "Siyu, Siyu," to imply a close relationship and give everyone the impression that she was already his. Moreover, he had inquired around and heard that Siyu’s other suitors at the university were far inferior to him in every aspect, posing no threat whatsoever.
He was the youngest associate professor in the School of Physics at Daxia University. At only thirty years old, he was also a Ph.D. graduate who had returned from an Ivy League university. Within his circle, his future was considered boundless.
"Siyu, that Japanese restaurant is truly exceptional. The ambiance and food are both top-notch..."
Peng Cheng, not ready to give up, tried to invite her again, only to be cut off by a frowning Qi Siyu.
"Director Peng, I already told you, I have plans tonight."
Just as the persistent Peng Cheng was about to try persuading her again, another voice interrupted him.
"Hey, are you dense or something? Mrs. Qi already said she’s busy tonight, yet here you are, shamelessly pestering her like a desperate leech. How pathetic can you be?"
"Before you chase a girl, you should take a good look in the mirror and figure out what you’re really worth. Otherwise, it’s not pursuit, it’s harassment."
Peng Cheng was instantly rendered speechless, his face burning with humiliation.
He stared at Li Yuan, who had just spoken, his brows knitting together. The pretense fell away, replaced by the authority of an associate professor. He lashed out in humiliated anger, "Which school are you from? What’s your name? You have no manners at all. Is that any way to speak to me?"
Li Yuan chortled, nearly bursting out laughing. The man clearly thought he was a big deal. This guy is completely irrelevant to me, but even if he were a professor from the School of Computer Science, so what? Could he get me expelled?
He wasn’t about to put up with this nonsense.
He stood up, walked over to Qi Siyu’s side, and suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist. Looking down at Peng Cheng, he offered a faint smirk.
"Director Peng, do you get it now?"
Enveloped in Li Yuan’s embrace, Qi Siyu’s cheeks instantly flushed crimson. She pinched his waist hard with her right hand, but she didn’t try to pull away. Instead, she deliberately leaned into him, her head nearly nestling against his chest, where she could clearly hear the strong, steady beat of his heart.
The intimate sight of Li Yuan and Qi Siyu together was like a lit match to a powder keg for Peng Cheng. Seeing the goddess of his heart held so intimately by the tall Li Yuan, his eyes sparked with fury. Staring fiercely at Li Yuan, he roared, "Who are you? Let go of Siyu right now!"
Li Yuan just smiled, thinking the man must really have a problem. I’ve made it this obvious, and he still doesn’t see it? If Siyu actually had feelings for you, would she have rejected you so firmly and then acted this intimately with me right in front of your face? What does that tell you? You don’t even qualify to be one of her potential suitors. You really have no self-awareness at all.
Li Yuan sneered, "Are you slow? You still don’t understand?"
"Do I need to give you a live demonstration?"
Peng Cheng’s eyes bulged as he looked at Qi Siyu, who now appeared as demure and dependent as a fledgling bird. His voice trembled with fiery anger.
"Siyu, is this true?"
Qi Siyu had long wanted a shield to make Peng Cheng give up, but she could never find a suitable person; an average man wouldn’t be enough to deter him. But Li Yuan was different. He had the physique, the looks, the talent, and the strength. Putting aside the fact that he was a player, Li Yuan was a true hexagonal warrior—the perfect choice for a shield.
Besides, after everything that had just happened, she did feel a certain special something for him. Even getting played once by a god-tier man like him would be worth it!
"Director Peng, what you see is what I’m trying to say," she said. "I’m sorry, I already have a boyfriend."
Hearing Qi Siyu admit it herself felt like a sledgehammer blow to Peng Cheng’s head. His vision went black and his body trembled violently, nearly causing him to faint on the spot. When he looked at Qi Siyu and Li Yuan again, the light had vanished from his eyes, as if his entire world had been shattered.
"Are you talking about him?" Peng Cheng asked, pointing at the tall Li Yuan, his voice laced with bitterness.
"Yes," Qi Siyu hummed in agreement, her cheeks still flushed. She knew that by answering this way in front of Peng Cheng, it wouldn’t take long for all her colleagues to learn she had a boyfriend—and a student one at that.
Peng Cheng glanced at Li Yuan, his mouth opening as if to say, He’s a student, you’re a teacher, you’re not suited for each other. But he swallowed the words back down. In this day and age, relationships between university professors and students were nothing new. The fact that he couldn’t even compete with a student was a crushing blow to his ego.
His voice was thick with bitterness as he spoke, "Si... Mrs. Qi, I... wish you both happiness."
With that, Peng Cheng deflated like a popped balloon, bolting out the door and fleeing in disgrace.
...
Watching the scene unfold, Li Yuan was struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu.
It was like looking in a mirror. Director Peng right now is exactly who I was back then. No, Director Peng is far more accomplished than I was. A young associate professor at a 985 university... he’s definitely a catch, aside from his average height...