The man’s voice was casual, carrying the typical, nonchalant politeness of a wealthy young master:
"Xiao Hong, I’m sorry. I was helping classmates Xi and Wu just now and forgot you were also the top one. You’re not mad at , right? How about I invite you out to celebrate tonight..."
Nangong Yu grabbed Bian Xiaohong’s arm, but before he could finish his sentence, he frowned and glared at Officer Yan beside him: "Hey? Who are you? Weren’t you the officer who was making grand speeches earlier? What are you doing holding Xiao Hong’s hand? Don’t you know teachers and students should avoid suspicion? What’s your agenda, a grown man inviting a female student out for dinner?"
Officer Yan, recognizing Nangong Yu as one of the judges earlier, twitched his lips in response to this "double standard" accusation.
The anger, which had been suppressed after being rebuffed by the judges before, surged up: "Oh, you have the nerve to say that? You clearly wronged Xiao Hong, sitting on the judges’ bench and speaking for outsiders?"
Nangong Yu sneered: "I was being impartial just now! Besides, whether I’m good to Xiao Hong or not, she knows best. Who are you to judge?"
"I’m Xiao Hong’s instructor!"
"And I’m Xiao Hong’s brother!"
"Xiao Hong is an orphan; where did she get a brother from?"
"She recognized as her brother, do you have a problem with that?"
"You..."
The two argued back and forth a few tis until Officer Yan suddenly realized the relationship between this man and Bian Xiaohong seed complicated—
"You and Xiao Hong, could it be..."
The anger in Officer Yan’s heart suddenly shifted direction. He turned to Bian Xiaohong and demanded: "Xiao Hong, who exactly is this man? Clarify it for !"
Bian Xiaohong, frightened by the sudden appearance of both n, instinctively wanted to escape. Yet, Officer Yan’s grip on her hand was so tight that it seed to embed in her skin.
The scenario she desperately tried to avoid had tragically unfolded.
The taphorical two-timing had crashed into each other.
What to do?
Was it fate forcing her to choose?
She bit her lip, looking first at Officer Yan and then at Nangong Yu.
She quickly made a decision.
"Officer Yan, this is Fifth Young Master Nangong, he’s like a brother to . He funded my college education and is the closest person to ." Saying this, Bian Xiaohong forcefully pulled away from Officer Yan’s hand, willing to risk losing a layer of skin.
Officer Yan, struck suddenly, was montarily stunned but tried to reach out to her: "Xiao Hong, if you’re being threatened, just tell . We don’t have to fear these rich people, I’ve got the skills to protect you! You said once the military training was over we wouldn’t be in a teacher-student relationship anymore, we’d be a couple!"
Bian Xiaohong shuddered, her face flushed red with embarrassnt, and quickly hid behind Nangong Yu as if avoiding a plague: "You—what are you babbling about? I’ve never said that. You’re harassing a student. Fifth Young Master, I’m so scared. It’s bad enough to have lost my only first place, but now I have to be bullied and frad by such a teacher. How miserable my life is..."
Nangong Yu consoled her: "It’s okay, I’ll stand up for you and not give him the chance to bully you. It’s a very serious cri for a teacher to force a student into a relationship. I’ll make sure he pays for it."
"Thank you, Fifth Young Master, it’s all thanks to you..."
"Ah, it’s no big deal."
Watching Bian Xiaohong’s imdiate change of stance, Officer Yan was struck as if by a heavy blow.
Was she really discarding him after use?
How did she beco like this?
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