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

In the dimly lit corner, time stood still.

The commotion at the school gate in the distance became indistinct, leaving only the sound of their breathing, so close together.

Xiao Weilin froze completely, and even forgot to tighten his grip on Shen Yao's chin.

For the first time, his usually sinister eyes were filled with a blank look of astonishment and disbelief.

What did he hear?

The girl, who had been pinned against the wall and interrogated just a moment ago and seemed weak and helpless, now spoke in the most pitiful tone the most outrageous and absurd words.

She made him... be her... puppy?

The stark contrast and shock caused Xiao Weilin, who was used to threatening others, to experience a brief mental breakdown.

He even wondered if he was hallucinating.

After saying this, Shen Yao maintained that innocent yet pleading expression.

If we were to analyze this from the economic perspective that Mr. Fang Yunci favored in several conversations, then to put it bluntly, everyone is Shen Yao's "asset".

Qin Fang is a readily available "current asset," Zhou Jingyan is a cornerstone-like "fixed asset," while Xiao Weilin is a "venture capital" that is both heart-pounding and irreplaceable.

When they first met, she noticed Xiao Weilin's beautiful eyes.

So she deliberately staged a scene in front of him where her act was about to slip up. In the teahouse, she intentionally let him see her looking at other people.

Sure enough, he was openly bothered; every time she glanced at someone, he would make a sarcastic remark.

Shen Yao successfully attracted his attention.

Hmm... She laughed out loud in her heart without holding back.

Isn't the dislike that's unique to her another form of caring?

The more intense the aversion, the more overwhelming and unstoppable it will be when it transforms into love in the future.

In Shen Yao's hands, love and hate are merely two sides of a coin; with a gentle flip, they can completely reverse.

She thought he was just an arrogant playboy, but she didn't expect him to be a mad dog who would bite her if he set his sights on her. He was blind and kept provoking her, barking wildly at her every now and then.

Since that's the case, she doesn't mind disciplining him personally.

Isn't this very obedient? The reaction was even more intense than she had expected.

Anger was the first step in his loss of control.

Shen Yao blinked, looking closely at the unprecedented, wonderfully blank expression on his face.

When Xiao Weilin came to his senses, a vein throbbed on his forehead, and his sinister eyes instantly ignited with anger and an unbelievable sense of absurdity.

The fingers gripping her chin tightened suddenly, causing Shen Yao to hiss softly in pain, but he paid no heed, almost growling through gritted teeth:

"Shen Yao! Have you lost your mind? Or did you completely go insane after being dumped by Xiang Yuchuan?"

"Do you know what crazy things you're saying?"

"Make me your dog? Who do you think you are?!"

"Are you worthy?"

Xiao Weilin's voice suppressed his rage, and every word carried undisguised contempt.

He wanted to see even the slightest sign of mockery, provocation, or mental instability on her face.

The young man's cheeks, slightly flushed with rage, unexpectedly dispelled his usual gloomy and violent aura, revealing his fair skin, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and a straight and delicate nose.

Shen Yao leisurely admired his handsome features for a few seconds.

Ah, so this is what it feels like to appreciate beauty. She suddenly understood the pleasure that men usually lingered on her face.

So Xiao Weilin saw that, despite his harsh insults and questions, the girl's innocent and pure expression remained unchanged. In fact, the "tenderness" in her eyes seemed to deepen, glistening with tears that looked as if they could drown a person.

She tilted her head slightly, as if completely oblivious to his rage, and instead asked softly in a tone tinged with innocent curiosity and a hint of grievance:

"Xiao Weilin, isn't this a good thing?"

The girl paused, her gaze lingering on his eyes and brows, which were particularly vivid with anger, and spoke softly.

"You...don't want to?"

"..." Xiao Weilin was speechless for a moment because of her completely out-of-touch reaction. The anger in his chest had nowhere to go, which made him even more irritable.

He suddenly pushed her face away, widening the excessively intimate distance between them, and as if infected by some virus, he sternly denied it:

"No! You're crazy! Get away from me!"

Shen Yao wanted that moment of silence from him and the gesture of pushing her away.

This exposed his inner turmoil and a hint of panic he was unwilling to admit, making it the perfect opportunity for her to make a breakthrough.

Shen Yao started to persist relentlessly.

When he pushed her away, she didn't back down. Instead, she stretched out her hands and gently wrapped her soft arms around his lean waist, pressing her body against him again.

She looked up at him with an almost pitying, slightly worried gaze, her voice as gentle as if she were coaxing a tantrum-throwing child:

"You're angry, Wei Lin. Why do you have such a bad temper..."

"Wei Lin, stop being so aggressive towards me, okay? Who would want to be near you like that?"

Her tone was gentle, and every word seemed to be for his sake, or perhaps she was trying to please him.

This brief "reassurance" worked; her words extinguished some of the fire in Xiao Weilin's heart, and his hostility unconsciously subsided.

Before he could even catch his breath, she immediately delivered the real "instruction," catching him completely off guard the moment he calmed down.

"But it's okay," Shen Yao's lips curved into a pure and forgiving smile, as if bestowing upon him immense tenderness, "I won't look down on you."

She leaned closer, her eyes as clear as a spring, yet her tone carried a subtle seduction:

"So—come be my little puppy, okay?"

Xiao Weilin was completely thrown off balance by her series of moves.

In just a few minutes, his emotions were like a thread held in her hand, sometimes gently released, sometimes suddenly pulled up, completely out of his control.

Anger, absurdity, and a kind of throbbing he himself was unwilling to admit, stirred by her dangerous posture, like an electric current running through his spine, bringing a shiver, yet also subtly revealing an uncontrollable excitement.

Xiao Weilin was so angry he almost laughed. His lips twitched, and an extremely strange feeling spread from the bottom of his heart, making his scalp tingle.

He opened his mouth, trying to wake her up with even more vicious language, or simply throw her out:

"Damn it! Shen Yao, you..."

His curse hadn't even finished uttering...

Right now, at this moment when his old anger has not subsided and new anger has arisen, when his emotions are most chaotic and his defenses are most vulnerable.

Shen Yao tiptoed and, taking advantage of the moment when he relaxed slightly due to his rage and astonishment, tilted her head up and precisely kissed his slightly parted, cold lips, which were cold from cursing.

!!!

All sounds, all thoughts, all anger and a sense of absurdity, came to an abrupt halt at this moment.

Xiao Weilin's pupils suddenly contracted, his body stiffened abruptly, and his mind went blank once again.

The whole world seemed to consist only of the soft, warm, slightly trembling touch of my lips, with an unknown sweet fragrance.

He wanted to push her away and end this absurd farce in the most violent way possible.

Shen Yao seemed to have even factored in his shock and anger.

Before his stiff lips had fully closed, she seized the gap between them, which were slightly parted in surprise and anger. Like a nimble and cunning little fish, her wet, slightly cool tongue, with a tentative force, carefully slipped inside.

...His kissing skills are amazing.

How many times did she and Xiang Yuchuan kiss?

Good, very good! Shen Yao, you're really great!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the angrier he became, the less he wanted to admit defeat. Xiao Weilin let himself sink into the abyss that she had ignited.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Shen Yao's slender waist, pulling her tightly into his arms.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, leaving no gaps.

He launched a fierce counterattack.

This was no longer a kiss, but a war.

He lowered his head, and with an almost cruel force, seized her breath.

The teeth were no longer a gentle barrier, but had become weapons of tearing, sometimes grinding heavily against her lips, and sometimes nibbling lightly at the tip of her tongue, as if to take back her bold offense with interest.

In the darkness, only the sounds of their intense, intertwined breathing and the ambiguous, fiery friction between their lips could be heard.

Xiao Weilin was like a wild beast that had been completely enraged, or a small dog that, when provoked, would only tear and bite randomly with its sharp teeth, without any order but with extremely strong destructive power.