I Have Prejudices

The appearance of Ye Mei caused the arrogant aura surrounding Li Jinshui to wither for a fleeting moment, his inner peace nearly shattered.

He gave his body a sharp shake and turned his head, only to find that Ye Mei had simply left a single sentence behind before walking away.

Oh? She just left?

Li Jinshui's aura instantly surged back to life; in that very instant, his inner peace was reforged, flawless and complete, as if he had lived a second life.

"Four-eyes, what are you laughing at? Do you believe I'll smash your glasses with one punch?"

He grabbed the bespectacled boy by the collar, displaying the overbearing, bullying nature of a second-generation heir to the fullest.

"So what if I'm laughing? Supervisor Ye called for you to go out, aren't you going?" The bespectacled boy remained calm, a composed smile on his face as he forcibly pulled his collar from Li Jinshui's grip and gently smoothed it out. "As far as I know, there is no one with the surname Li among the senior management of the Rong City branch or the Youth Training Camp."

"Pfft, hahaha!"

Li Jinshui laughed out loud as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Branch? Youth Training Camp? Are you mocking me for being exiled by my family from headquarters to this backwater branch? Four-eyes, I have to say, you have truly succeeded in angering me."

Upon hearing this, the calm smile on the bespectacled boy's face instantly froze.

Family? Headquarters? Exiled to a branch?

The information revealed by this combination of words caused his mind to go blank, and he could no longer maintain his composure.

Damn it, it's over. I tried to act tough and ended up getting crushed instead!

"Li... Young Master Li, that's not what I meant..." The bespectacled boy was flustered, hurriedly grabbing his own collar and actively stuffing it back into Li Jinshui's hand.

"Then what did you mean? Still trying to use Supervisor Ye to pressure me?"

Li Jinshui shook off the collar as if it were dirty, dusted off his hands, and sneered, "You should go and ask around. On my first day here, little Ye stayed at the company working overtime until the middle of the night, specifically standing at the elevator entrance to wait for me! If it weren't for my family... forget it, why bother saying so much to you bottom-feeding commoners? It only lowers my status."

Hiss—

Everyone present drew a sharp breath.

That Supervisor Ye, who was usually as cold as an iceberg, actually stood at the elevator entrance in the middle of the night to welcome him personally?

Is that for real?

But the tone she used when calling him earlier didn't seem like that at all—could it be that she was just born with a cold demeanor?

"Alright, this young master is in a good mood today, so I can't be bothered to argue with you bumpkins, lest word gets out and others laugh at me for bullying ants."

Li Jinshui straightened his cuffs and scanned the room from a position of superiority. "In any case, listen well: the old man at home wants me to keep a low profile for these three months, so you had better not provoke me again, otherwise... hehehe..."

Without needing to finish the rest of his sentence, he left behind only an eerie, sinister laugh before strutting toward the venue entrance.

That "hehehe" was worth more than a thousand words; it was the most potent death threat.

The crowd looked at one another, each of them holding their breath like quails, not daring to breathe loudly for fear of offending the young master again.

It wasn't until they watched Li Jinshui completely leave the venue that everyone let out a long, relieved sigh.

"Damn it, what rotten luck. I thought there was only one Grade A student in this batch that we could push around, but I didn't expect to kick an iron plate and run into a living ancestor." The boy who had started the provocation spoke, wiping cold sweat from his forehead. He was still shaken, unable to forget the ruthless look in Li Jinshui's eyes.

"Do you think he's for real? Could there really be a young master with such heaven-reaching connections running around in our Youth Training Camp?" Someone remained skeptical.

"Are you talking nonsense? Could a fake have this kind of aura?"

Someone immediately retorted, even beginning to reminisce: "The tone of his voice, his expressions, especially that look in his eyes that treated human life like grass—it's exactly the same as those rich kids who bullied me back in school. The vibe is spot on."

"Am I the only one who thinks something is off? I've seen those truly powerful heirs from major factions online, and they are actually very concerned about their own cultivation and public image, deliberately acting approachable and humble..."

"That's only in public, brother. We're in the Youth Training Camp now, his home turf—does he need to pretend?"

"Alright, alright, stop talking. Either way, don't provoke him for now. We'll find time to ask around tonight and we'll know."

51st floor of the building, Youth Training Camp, Human Resources Supervisor's office.

Ye Mei was sitting in a thick executive chair, her long, silk-clad legs crossed. Her fair fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk as she stared at Li Jinshui in silence.

Li Jinshui stood to the side with a submissive expression, his hands folded honestly in front of him, head bowed in a posture of humble instruction, waiting quietly for the supervisor to speak.

"Do you have a prejudice against me, or against my glasses?" Finally, Ye Mei spoke coldly.

"Both," Li Jinshui answered without hesitation.

"???"

Ye Mei's fingers, which had been tapping the desk, paused slightly, her expression stiffening.

Both?

You really are quite bold!

"Supervisor Ye, you can't blame me. It's mainly because your aura is too intimidating, and you rarely smile, always maintaining a 'keep away' attitude."

Li Jinshui slowly raised his head, a trace of bitterness and helplessness on his face, though his eyes were filled with sincerity. "But you happen to have a peerless face that one can never forget after seeing it. Every night before I sleep, the moment I close my eyes, my mind is filled with your face, and I can't sleep at all. Whenever I want to strike up a conversation, I'm pushed far away by your icy shell. It's simply too unfair. Tell me, faced with this situation, how could I not have a prejudice?"

Without waiting for Ye Mei to respond, Li Jinshui pointed at her face, looking heartbroken. "And let's talk about these glasses of yours. The moment I saw you on my first day, I thought some junior student had arrived. When the front desk told me you were the HR supervisor, my first reaction was that I'd encountered a scam. You're clearly a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, so why would you wear a suit and glasses just to play at being a mature HR supervisor?"

"I realized later that I had guessed wrong. Supervisor Ye, although society doesn't advocate for a youthful aesthetic right now, you don't need to deliberately act mature to command respect. You should just maintain your natural beauty."

Li Jinshui's relentless barrage of bottomless, sugar-baby-seeking quotes left Ye Mei completely stunned.

Even as cold and unapproachable as Ye Mei was, she was utterly bewildered by this moment.

The fair skin of her ears flushed a traitorous shade of red, and her toes curled tightly inside her high heels, digging fiercely into the insoles.

What was this mix of embarrassment, shame, and inexplicable, tiny sliver of happiness?

What on earth did this young man do for a living before this?