"There are people waiting outside," Ning Yunhuan frowned slightly. "This is my business." She had indeed done it, so whether Fu Yuan's words were unintentional or deliberate, they still stabbed her heart like needles. Ning Yunhuan lowered her eyelids, bid Fu Yuan goodbye, and without acknowledging her attempt to chase after her with an apology, turned and walked straight out of the campus.

University coursework was inherently light, especially right after orientation, where previously a simple roll call sufficed. Ning Yunhuan didn't want to linger in the classroom, bored and staring blankly, so she left the campus immediately.

A line of luxury vehicles was already parked outside the school gates. This was the most elite aristocratic school in the Capital. Those who studied here were either immensely wealthy or possessed academic records ranking among the absolute best nationally. While there was certainly a portion of elite students from humble backgrounds with exceptional grades, there was still a small minority from the privileged class, meaning that luxury cars, rarely seen in many places, were visible here.

As Ning Yunhuan exited the gate, the people getting in and out of cars nearby all turned their attention toward her. Among the crowd, Ning Yunhuan was still considered somewhat remarkable. As a standard supporting female character, though she lacked the protagonist's innate halo, her appearance was undoubtedly much more striking than the heroine's plain, unremarkable beauty.

Though not exactly breathtakingly beautiful, amidst these college students, all elaborately dressed, her bare-faced presence still managed to be a noticeable one. Some people about to enter their cars couldn't help but walk toward Ning Yunhuan upon seeing the scene.

Several men who had just alighted from their cars showed sparks of interest, clearly intending to strike up a conversation.

And amidst the cluster of vehicles, from a seemingly unremarkable black car—marked distinctly by the iconic angel wing insignia recognizable by few people across the globe, an emblem denoting its immense value—a man dressed in a black suit opened the door, stepped out, and approached Ning Yunhuan.

The car window slowly slid down, revealing a face that was cold, handsome, and elegant. Underneath his fringe, a pair of sharp phoenix eyes peered over thin, frameless lenses toward Ning Yunhuan.

Just being fixed by those eyes made Ning Yunhuan involuntarily shiver, experiencing a phantom sensation of being prey targeted by a hawk. A tremor of fear ran through her. After hesitating for a long moment, the man in black who had exited the car respectfully reached her side and made a gesture inviting her forward:

"Miss Ning, please." The attendant’s expression was stern and aloof. After uttering only these words, he waited patiently, watching Ning Yunhuan.

Yesterday, they had clearly agreed to have no further dealings. Ning Yunhuan was deeply fearful of engaging with Lan Lingyan. After wavering for a long time, she caught sight of his eyebrow furrowing slightly in her peripheral vision. Ning Yunhuan instantly sensed his growing impatience. Though they were far apart, for some reason, she felt that if she didn't obey him willingly, the consequences might be severe. Instinctively, she quickly moved toward the car.

The man in black watched her approach before following behind, casting a cold, warning glance at those around who were attempting to approach and chat her up.

As she neared the vehicle, the door was already opened. An arm reached out, circled her waist, and pulled her directly into the car, pressing her against a chest that carried a faint, cool fragrance.

They had already engaged in such intimate matters yesterday. Wouldn't it be a little late now to push him away and adopt an air of unyielding dignity? After agonizing over it, the rear window of the car remained opaque. Ning Yunhuan could clearly see the two men in black sitting in the front, but she couldn't be sure if they could see her. However, separated by the glass, she assumed the two wouldn't hear her words. Just as she struggled slightly, ready to speak, Lan Lingyan looked over at her faintly.

"You didn't turn on your phone yesterday." As if anticipating what Ning Yunhuan was about to say, Lan Lingyan first glanced at her coolly. He could see she wanted to retreat to the far corner, but the soft body of the woman in his arms felt quite pleasant. This feeling was not unwelcome to Lan Lingyan, who, due to years of training, possessed an alertness that rarely allowed others close, and who generally disliked physical contact. Thus, he naturally disregarded her slight resistance and held her close.

"My phone died yesterday." It was impossible to fob him off the way she had fooled Fu Yuan. Ning Yunhuan instinctively told a small lie, then immediately realized she feared him too much, causing a wave of frustration. She struggled a couple of times, but finding no escape—Lan Lingyan was the type whose danger was evident without him even needing to be cold—she dared not move once he held fast. Stiffening her body, she finally asked cautiously:

"Mr. Lan, didn't we... didn't we agree on things that day? And about this necklace..."

Her voice was soft, carrying a barely perceptible tremor upon close listening, like a little white rabbit constantly seeking a chance to escape. At this, Lan Lingyan suddenly smiled faintly.

He was not someone who often kept a stern face; in fact, he frequently displayed a refined and gentle smile. However, when he smiled, it was rarely because he was in a good mood; most of the time, it was because he had discovered something interesting.

Right now, Lan Lingyan found things interesting. His intuition proved correct. Although he had abducted her the day before, and they had even reached such an intimate degree, Lan Lingyan remembered that he never told her his name. In the Capital, unless one was a very special person, they likely wouldn't even know who he was. Ning's family company was small, the type that could be found everywhere in Shangjing. Yet, she knew his surname.

Thinking of this, the smile on Lan Lingyan's lips deepened. He nodded to her: "Agreed on what?"

Ning Yunhuan’s brow furrowed, the corners of her mouth twitching uncontrollably: "..."

What had transpired that day, she had the nerve to do then, but how could she bring herself to say it now? Lan Lingyan didn't seem like someone who would go back on his word. Ning Yunhuan hesitated, wondering if she should shamelessly remind him, when Lan Lingyan smiled at her: "However, I recall the day before yesterday was our first meeting. I was impolite then, forgetting to introduce myself." His voice was clear and light, devoid of any coldness, and his handsome face held a gentle smile like a spring breeze, yet Ning Yunhuan inexplicably felt a chill run through her entire body.

She remembered now. They truly hadn't met before. In that moment of critical urgency, she had impulsively called out his surname, but by all rights, she shouldn't have known who he was or what his surname was! Ning Yunhuan sensed she had just made a grave error. Fearing he might ask further questions, she naturally dared not say more, dared not mention what they had agreed upon the other day, and certainly dared not bring up the necklace. She wished he would stop asking questions entirely, preferring to shrink into a ball and remain silent.