On the campus of University A, Ning Xiao finished her lecture and checked the time. It was already noon.
She figured Ning Ke's audition should be over by now.
So she slung on her backpack and sent Ning Ke a WeChat message as she headed off campus.
She asked how the audition had gone.
If it had gone well, they could go out for a celebratory meal.
If it hadn't, they still needed a good meal to cheer her brother up.
She had barely sent the message when someone called out to her from behind.
She turned, saw someone she disliked, and frowned.
"Ning Xiao, want to have lunch together?"
He wore designer clothes and wasn't bad-looking, but there was something sleazy about him. He kept looking Ning Xiao up and down, his lecherous gaze lingering on her face, chest, and long, straight, smooth legs.
He was an upperclassman in the Calligraphy Club Ning Xiao had joined. His name was Zhang Yang, and, emboldened by his family's money, he hit on every pretty girl he saw.
He changed girlfriends more often than he changed clothes.
A typical womanizing scumbag-and a lecher, too.
Ning Xiao had turned him down several times, but he kept pestering her.
It was disgusting.
"No, I have things to do." With that, Ning Xiao turned and continued toward the campus exit.
But a cold glint flashed through Zhang Yang's eyes behind her, and he followed.
Ning Xiao had rebuffed him far too many times. As far as Young Master Zhang was concerned, she had crossed the line.
He felt that Ning Xiao was asking to learn the hard way.
Since playing nice hadn't worked, he would use force today.
He would teach Ning Xiao a painful lesson.
By the time Ning Xiao realized what was happening,