I'm just a lackey of a prestigious academy, why do they all kiss me?

"What are you standing there for? Come in."

Yingnaheng spoke up to remind Jiang Wo, seemingly because Jiang Wo had lingered at the door for too long.

His tone was no different from usual, but Jiang Wo inexplicably felt a sense of pressure, though the usual pressure wasn't much less...

Perhaps it's because Shen Chuyan was present in the lounge this time.

The humiliation at the abandoned warehouse was still fresh in everyone's mind. In the early stages of the comic, Prince Innaheng was not yet aware of his own feelings and mistakenly took his concern for Shen Chuyan as a new kind of entertainment game.

He launched a months-long manhunt for Shen Chuyan. Because Shen Chuyan was aloof, physical altercations and even brutal fights were inevitable during this period.

During this period, whenever Prince Innaheng and Shen Chuyan were in the same space, a sharp and intense conflict would inevitably erupt between them.

At that time, Jiang Wo was unaware that Ying Naheng had already learned that she had given the bread given to her by Ying Naheng to Shen Chuyan.

He was simply puzzled as to why he had been summoned in such a solemn manner.

In the past, Jiang Wo's direct superior would notify him of the situation, but this time it was different. This time, it was Ying Naheng's trusted confidant who notified him.

Has something extremely serious happened?

Jiang Wo carefully reflected on himself. He had not displeased His Highness Ying Naheng today, nor had he had any quarrels or conflicts with other students at school. He lived a peaceful campus life, like an inconspicuous mushroom in a damp corner.

Nothing special happened.

Jiang Wo slowly walked to Ying Naheng's side and cautiously called out, "Your Highness,"

"Do you know why I called you here?" Innaheng asked, fiddling with the small knife in his hand.

Jiang Wo shook her head.

The blade pops out and then immediately retracts, repeating this motion repeatedly, the clicking sound particularly clear in the quiet space.

Jiang Wo secretly clenched the hem of her clothes.

"Don't be nervous. I called you here mainly to have you judge something," Innaheng said gently, reassuringly.

He stared at Jiang Wo, then continued, "This afternoon I received a tip-off letter saying that Shen Chuyan stole my things. At first, I didn't quite believe it, until the person sent me the photos, look..."

As he spoke, he flipped his phone over so that the screen was facing Jiang Wo. Under the high-definition camera, every detail was clearly visible. The camera captured a student's desk at St. Eton College, and in the desk's drawer, there was a bag of bread lying there.

The packaging bag looked very familiar; it was the bread that Jiang We had been eating for several days in a row.

Jiang Wo was familiar with the environment in the picture; it was the same place where Shen Chuyan and her own desk were located.

The desk in this photo belongs to Shen Chuyan.

"Everything else is fine, but this bread is a special supply; you can't buy it on the market. I'm the only one in the entire academy who has it... Xiao Wo, you tell me, if this isn't stealing, what is it?"

Jiang Wo was a little confused. He didn't quite understand why the photos would be sent to Ying Naheng's phone in less than a few hours after what happened that morning.

He was stunned for a moment, then tried to explain.

Shen Chuyan did not steal anything. This item was given to Shen Chuyan by him. Your Highness must have misunderstood.

Before he could speak, Innaheng spoke first, "You know what? There are two kinds of people I hate the most in my life. One is people who steal my things, and the other is people who take my kindness for granted."

He paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on Jiang Wo's face, before continuing, "I never show mercy to these two types of people. I'll cut off fingers, chop off hands, cramp them up, smash knees, gouge out eyes and hearts... If you dare to make a mistake, you must be prepared to bear the consequences, right?"

Jiang Wo's heart was pounding so hard he could hardly believe it. He had never imagined that a piece of bread could cause such a horrific bloodshed.

He had oversimplified things, assuming that with Prince Innaheng's consent, the bread would belong to him.

However, he overlooked one thing: in essence, the bread belonged to Prince Innaheng. Jiang Wo did not spend money to buy it. Prince Innaheng gave the bread to him, and he then gave it away. This was a betrayal of Prince Innaheng's good intentions and a disrespect to Shen Chuyan.

The more she thought about it, the more sense it made. The more she thought about it, the more Jiang Wo's heart sank.

His fingertips, gripping the hem of his clothes, had turned white from tension, and his whole body began to tremble slightly.

His voice trembled, his words shaky and hesitant, "Your Highness..."

"Hmm?" Inna responded to him good-naturedly.

Those words seemed to give Jiang Wo a choice, but in reality, Ying Naheng had blocked all his escape routes. Who was Shen Chuyan to dare take his things? And this stupid snail in front of him dared to take what he gave him to do a favor. He really had a lot of nerve.

This was a group attack targeting Shen Chuyan, but it also served as a warning to a certain silly snail.

Just when Yingnaheng thought Jiang Wo was about to point out Shen Chuyan and admit her own mistakes, he saw Jiang Wo with a pained expression, her nose and cheeks flushed red, clearly terrified. The next second she spoke, "Your Highness, if I made the second kind of mistake, how do you usually teach and discipline me?"

He stammered and hesitated for a long time before he could finish the sentence.

Innaheng's face darkened, and he deliberately threatened, "Heh, simple. Usually, you just gouge out an eye and take out a heart. It's perfect for ungrateful and heartless people. Don't you agree, Xiaowo?"

Jiang Wo shivered, her nose was a little stuffy, but she subconsciously responded to her older brother, "Yes, yes."

This is putting into practice the principle of ensuring that the elder brother's words do not fall into place.

Inaheng's expression went blank for a brief moment.

He was almost laughing in anger, and yelled, "Are you a pig?"

Jiang Wo blinked, not quite understanding how the topic had veered to his race. Although he was already in dire straits, he still wanted to leave with dignity, at least in human form. So he pursed his lips, his voice so soft and almost inaudible, yet he still corrected himself word by word, "I, I am human."

Innaheng couldn't help but laugh out loud this time, partly out of anger.

He got up and walked over to Jiang Wo, reached out and pinched Jiang Wo's face with one hand, wedging his chin between his thumb and middle finger, and pinching the soft flesh of the boy's cheek.

With a slight pinch, the boy's entire face was pouting, and his mouth was shaped like a goldfish's mouth.

He bent down, and his shadow almost completely enveloped the boy.

He leaned very close, his nose almost touching the boy's.

Staring at the boy's eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, the man parted his thin lips slightly, a warning lurking within them, "I'll give you one more chance. Say something I want to hear, or else..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the threat he implied was obvious.

Jiang Wo was also very anxious. Honest as he was, he would not lie to others on purpose. He did not know what His Highness Ying Naheng wanted to hear. He racked his brains for a long time and almost burned his brain.

Perhaps it was the overwhelming pressure from Innaheng that made Jiang Wo feel so oppressed. When he was completely enveloped by the man's figure, the air around him seemed to thin out. He felt a bit short of breath, and his head became dizzy. Without thinking, he instinctively asked, "Your Highness, would you like some candy?"

"What?"

Jiang Wo's face was still being pinched, and her voice sounded extremely weak. Her mouth opened and closed, "I have candy for Your Highness."

Innaheng's gaze involuntarily fell on his mouth.

The lips were a cherry-red color, full and moist. They were already small, but when someone pinched them, they looked even smaller.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, and he raised an eyebrow, asking, "What kind of candy are you going to give me?"

Jiang Wo took a piece of fruit candy out of her pocket and handed it to Ying Naheng, "Fruit...candy."

Innaheng lowered his eyes and saw a green apple-flavored candy lying quietly in the boy's fair palm.

Innaheng fell silent, a rare occurrence.

After a long pause, when the boy was at a loss and didn't know what to do, he finally spoke, his voice returning to its usual nonchalant tone, "What should I do? My hands are still pinching your cheeks, so I don't have time to eat your candy. How about this, you peel it yourself and feed it to me."

After she finished speaking, Jiang Wo paused for a moment, and Shen Chuyan, who had been kneeling on the ground with her shoulders pressed down and remained silent, suddenly looked up.