The Guide to Rising to Power: The Ultimate Schemes of a Green Tea Beauty

The plane landed smoothly at Beijing Capital International Airport.

Volunteer students from Yenching University were already waiting at the arrival gate.

When they saw Shen Yao dragging her suitcase out, the students in charge of receiving her were visibly stunned, their eyes flashing with undisguised amazement.

Shen Yao was dressed simply today, wearing a well-tailored white fitted shirt, paired with slim-fit jeans and a pair of clean white sneakers. Her long hair was draped smoothly down her back, and she wore only light makeup.

Yet, with such a simple and refreshing outfit, coupled with her exquisite and impeccable face and temperament, she shone brightly in the crowd, as if she were glowing.

"Hello, are you Shen Yao? We are from the Student Union of Yenching University, and we are here to take you to your dormitory."

One of the senior students leading the group was the first to come to his senses and went up to greet them, his tone unconsciously carrying a hint of enthusiasm.

"Yes, thank you, senior. Thank you for your trouble." Shen Yao smiled politely.

This laugh made several boys and girls a little dazed.

From the airport to the Yenching University campus, and then as she dragged her luggage along the ancient, tree-lined paths of the campus, Shen Yao became the center of attention on every journey.

Wherever he went, whether it was students rushing to class or passersby leisurely strolling around Yenching University, their eyes were involuntarily drawn to him.

Amazement, curiosity, inquiry... all kinds of gazes converged upon her.

"Junior, is your suitcase heavy? Let me help you carry it!"

"Yes, yes, we'll get it! Junior, you just arrived, don't tire yourself out!"

"Which college are you in, junior? Which dormitory building are you in? We'll take you there!"

Before she even reached the dormitory area, a large group of enthusiastic senior students had already offered to help her with her luggage.

Shen Yao maintained a grateful yet not overly affectionate smile on her face as she thanked them one by one, without refusing their kindness.

She talked about her college and name, and naturally exchanged WeChat contacts with some of the more active classmates, saying, "Please give me your guidance in the future."

She pretended not to see the students around her secretly taking pictures with their phones and walked calmly through the campus.

The volunteers helped her carry her luggage to the exchange student apartment building.

Shen Yao was very satisfied with the fact that Yenching University arranged single rooms for exchange students. Although the rooms were not large, they were fully equipped and offered excellent privacy, which made it very convenient for her to carry out her work.

After seeing off the overly enthusiastic senior students, Shen Yao closed the door, casually tied her waist-length hair into a neat ponytail with a hair tie, then rolled up her sleeves and began to pack her luggage quickly.

Cleaning, making the bed, tidying clothes, arranging books and daily necessities...

Her movements were practiced, and she felt a rare sense of ease and comfort since arriving in the capital.

This is her true battlefield.

In a brief moment of rest, she looked out the window at the ancient and academically vibrant campus, and Xiang Yuchuan's face inappropriately flashed through her mind.

A tiny, almost negligible regret crossed my mind.

Alas, what a pity.

Before we could even properly put on a dramatic breakup show of "I'm heartbroken by you," it ended so abruptly.

There's much less room for maneuver now.

The thought flashed through her mind, and she immediately curled her lip indifferently, even wanting to laugh a little.

After packing her things, she lay down on the soft new bed in a "spread-eagle" position, looking a little tired, and took out her phone.

On the screen, the red dots for WeChat message notifications had piled up into a small mountain.

Upon opening the message, besides the greetings from her classmates and friends in Shanghai, the newest and most active messages were the "caring" messages from the classmates who had just helped her with her luggage.

"Have you arrived at your dorm yet, junior? How's it going? Let me know if you need any help."

"Shen Yao, a few clubs at school are having welcome events tonight. Want to check them out? I can show you around."

"Junior..."

Shen Yao flipped through the pages casually.

She tapped her fingers lightly and began to reply methodically, her tone polite, neither cold nor overly enthusiastic.

While she was lying on the bed replying to messages, the campus forum of Yenching University and several large WeChat groups had already exploded with a few blurry but still stunning candid photos of the main characters.

[Breaking News! The new exchange student is stunningly beautiful! [Images][Images]]

[Holy crap! Which college is she from? I need all her information within a minute!]

[She seems to be an exchange student from the School of Journalism and Communication, named Shen Yao? She just arrived today, and so many people were offering to help her with her luggage!]

[This level of attractiveness...?]

The deafening electronic music almost lifted the roof off, and the dazzling lights cut through the murky air, where the smells of smoke, alcohol, and perfume mingled together.

Inside the booth, a group of well-dressed men and women huddled together, laughing and joking. The clinking of glasses and the boisterous chatter were the most common form of extravagance in the capital city at night.

In the very heart of this bustling and noisy place, Yu Hang seemed to live in another dimension that had been silenced.

His eyelids were half-closed, barely lifting, and his long eyelashes cast a small, weary shadow on his lower eyelids, shutting out all the vibrancy and making him appear listless.

An arm wearing a mechanical watch face rested casually on the sofa armrest, its wrist bones clearly defined, with faint blue veins visible, hanging naturally.

With his other hand, his fingers slid across the phone screen, the cold blue light emanating from the screen quietly illuminating half of his sharply defined face and his pale, thin lips, which were almost bloodless.

He is like a work of art that has been meticulously sculpted but has been forgotten to be infused with the breath of life.

Someone, oblivious to the situation, moved closer, waving a wine glass in front of him: "Little brother Yu Hang, would you do me the honor of having a drink?"

Yu Hang didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, letting out a low, muffled syllable, and that was it.

"Spare me... I already told you, I don't smoke," he paused, drawing out the last syllable with a hint of nonchalant laziness, "—and I don't drink either."

The young man who was urging him to drink shrugged and didn't press the issue.

From the day he met Yu Hang, he had always been Qin Fang's good brother.

This guy neither smokes nor drinks, and in this kind of situation, he just lazily stayed in the corner, watching them make a fuss, looking completely uninterested.

Some curious people privately asked Qin Fang what Yu Hang's family did, but Qin Fang always just smiled and changed the subject, saying, "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."

How could someone who can be on friendly terms with Qin Fang and be treated as an equal by Qin Fang, even with a hint of tacit understanding, be just a simple character?

The young man turned around with a grin and aimed his gaze at Qin Fang, who was silently drinking beside him.

"Alright, Brother Qin Fang, since Yu Hang isn't drinking, you'll have to step in!"

Qin Fang didn't refuse when he heard this. He took the wine glass, tilted his head back, and gulped it down. The spicy liquid slid down his throat, but he just clicked his tongue in annoyance, slammed the empty glass down on the table, and let out a long sigh.

This unusual appearance drew the attention of several people around.

A young man approached, put his arm around Qin Fang's shoulder, and asked in an exaggerated tone:

"Seriously, Young Master Qin? You've been acting like you've lost half your soul since you came back from Shanghai? Tell me, what kind of stunning beauty did you run into over there? Is it really necessary to make you so distracted?"

Qin Fang slapped his arm away impatiently, as if lost in some memory, and said frankly:

"You're absolutely right, you really are, sigh."

This sigh was full of twists and turns, and was filled with the frustration of wanting something but not being able to have it.

Just then, Yu Hang, who had been staring at his phone, noticed something and flipped the screen over, pointing it at the noisy crowd.

"So noisy. Look, is she prettier than me?"