The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man

"I was planning to give you a chance regarding Lu Yuanbin’s situation. But since you’re so stubborn, Mr. Leng, it seems you don’t care. In that case, let’s see just how that stubborn pride of yours is going to get Lu Yuanbin out of this mess."

Getting caught for black market dealing... the charges could be major or minor. One wrong move and you could end up eating a bullet.

An Dongyang stared at Leng Yuan provocatively, his tone dripping with ridicule. He completely looked down on Leng Yuan for having no powerful connections.

And you couldn’t blame An Dongyang for thinking that way.

His father might just be a deputy, but there wasn’t a soul in Beijing who didn’t know the An Family’s standing. Even someone like Zhang Tianming had to consider whether his actions might offend them.

Leng Yuan was just a teacher with no background. An Dongyang refused to believe he could possibly make any waves.

Leng Yuan’s expression remained unchanged, but his gaze, fixed on An Dongyang, was incredibly dangerous.

"The An Family may be powerful, but they aren’t the only ones. There are others who are even more influential. After all, there’s always a bigger fish."

"What, trying to scare me? Leng Yuan, I, An Dongyang, don’t scare that easily. I admit there are plenty of powers stronger than the An Family, but you’ll never come into contact with them in your entire life. If you want me to let Lu Yuanbin go, you know what you have to do."

As An Dongyang spoke, his eyes glanced in the direction Gu Jiaojiao had gone. The implication was clear: if he wanted Lu Yuanbin to be safe, he would have to trade Gu Jiaojiao for him.

He finished with a lick of his lips, a gesture both lewd and vulgar.

Leng Yuan couldn’t hold back any longer. His fist shot out.

"SMACK."

Fist met head. An Dongyang’s body snapped to the side, his feet left the ground, and he was sent flying two meters before crashing hard onto the ground.

A heavy THUD echoed as his body hit the ground, and the students who saw it stared, completely dumbfounded.

An uproar followed.

「The Principal’s Office.」

The principal, who was already balding, felt like he was losing even more hair at the sight of Leng Yuan and An Dongyang.

"The two of you are teachers at this school, yet you were openly brawling on campus! Tell me, what exactly happened?"

One was Leng Yuan, the teacher he most admired and valued. The other was An Dongyang, who had the An Family behind him and was someone the principal couldn’t afford to offend. He slapped his desk in anger.

An Dongyang had to be helped into the principal’s office.

The male teacher who had helped him had already left. Teachers weren’t well-off in those days and couldn’t afford any delays.

Gu Jiaojiao didn’t know about the fight between Leng Yuan and An Dongyang yet. She only found out they’d come to blows when the other male teacher returned and asked her to substitute for both of their classes.

She didn’t need to ask what it was about, and she immediately started to worry about Leng Yuan.

The male teacher waited until everyone else had left before leaning closer to Gu Jiaojiao and whispering,

"Brother Leng asked me to tell you not to worry. He’ll be back soon."

Gu Jiaojiao had been at the school long enough to know that Leng Yuan got along well with the other male teachers in the office. Hearing the message, she managed to calm her nerves despite her worry, picked up her language textbook, and went to class.

「The Principal’s Office.」

An Dongyang was dizzy for a long time before he finally came to his senses. The moment he did, he shot to his feet.

"Principal, Leng Yuan, he..."

The words had barely left his mouth when his head spun and a wave of nausea washed over him. He was sure Leng Yuan’s punch had given him a concussion.

Clutching his head, he slumped back down to the side to collect himself.

Watching An Dongyang’s display, the principal was filled with utter contempt.

Outwardly, however, he still sternly reprimanded Leng Yuan.

"Look at you! How could you resort to violence at school!"

"Let’s do this: Apologize to Mr. An, and we’ll let this matter drop."