Chapter 163: Bastard, You're Pressing on Me There
"Spade Eight?"
Zhang Yang frowned and slowly took off his heavy coat—fighting in such thick clothing would only get in the way.
"What?" The icy wind carried away half of Zhang Yang's words, leaving Cai Yu confused. What Spade Eight, Diamond Seven nonsense was that?
But Zhang Yang clearly wasn't planning to repeat himself. When dealing with ruthless enemies—especially assassins—the best defense was to strike first. He flung his coat onto the hood of the car and, without hesitation, launched a sweeping kick toward Cai Yu.
Cai Yu froze for a moment. This guy!
But of course, he wasn't weak either. And with Yang Fei walking closer, it would be humiliating to get taken down by Zhang Yang in front of her.
He dodged back, Zhang Yang's kick missing him by inches—but Zhang Yang immediately followed up with a punch, the force of it slicing through the air with deadly intent.
Cai Yu raised an elbow to block, and the two collided hard. Zhang Yang staggered back a few steps, but Cai Yu fared worse, nearly slipping into Peony Lake.
Narrowing his eyes, Cai Yu glared at Zhang Yang. This guy had some strength. He rolled up his sleeves, clenched his fists, and prepared to counterattack.
"Zhang Yang?" Just as they were about to clash again, Yang Fei's voice called out.
Without looking back, Zhang Yang kept his eyes on Cai Yu. "Teacher, that crow's an assassin. Be careful."
"An assassin?" Instead of panicking like most women would—either screaming or calling the police—Yang Fei simply shot Cai Yu a cold glance and stood to the side, watching.
Cai Yu nearly choked on his anger. This bastard thought he was an assassin?
Of course, he knew about Spade Eight. But to him, that was nothing—just some second-rate underground group. And now he was being slandered like this?
"What assassin, what crow, I—" He didn't get to finish before Zhang Yang kicked again, cutting him off mid-sentence.
"Fuck!" Cai Yu was pissed. Looks like he'd have to teach this guy a lesson.
"Come on then, show me what you've got!" He rolled up his sleeves, took a stance—but before he could even settle in, Zhang Yang was already upon him. A feint, a knee strike, a hook—Zhang Yang's movements were so fast it made Cai Yu dizzy.
Despite being a karate master, he found himself forced into retreat again and again.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" In a flurry of blows, the once-confident Cai Yu took an elbow and a punch to the face and chest within a minute, nearly blacking out.
Seeing that, Yang Fei relaxed, putting her phone away.
"Stop!" Cai Yu couldn't take it anymore. He raised his hand to signal for Zhang Yang to halt—he didn't want to embarrass himself any further in front of Yang Fei.
But before the word left his mouth, Zhang Yang's sweeping kick took him down. He hit the ground face-first, and before he could get up, Zhang Yang's foot came down toward his face. Cai Yu panicked—if that kick landed, his face was done for!
He rolled instinctively—and unfortunately, rolled right into the icy Peony Lake. "Splash!" Water exploded around him as he swallowed a mouthful, choking and sputtering. Thankfully, he could swim—otherwise he'd have sunk.
He glared at Zhang Yang with a mix of fury and humiliation, water dripping down his face. "You… you just wait!" he muttered through the water. He didn't dare climb back up—too humiliating. Not with Yang Fei watching. He'd rather swim to the far shore than face her like this.
He looked at Yang Fei once more before swimming off in misery. Damn it, what a mess—he came to Meining University for a stroll and ended up mistaken for an assassin, beaten senseless, and thrown into the lake by Zhang Yang.
Fuck your ancestors!
Zhang Yang watched as Cai Yu swam away like an otter, shook his head, clapped his hands clean, and put his coat back on. Shame, really—the guy was skilled. It was a pity to let him get away. Zhang Yang's rule was always to eliminate threats completely.
"He didn't look like an assassin to me." Yang Fei walked closer, watching Cai Yu's retreating form thoughtfully. She was now standing so close that her faint fragrance reached Zhang Yang's nose.
Snapping back from her scent, Zhang Yang zipped up his coat and nodded. "Yeah, not an assassin. But he can fight. I heard him on the phone earlier—said he wanted to investigate you. Teacher, do you know him?"
Yang Fei glanced at him, biting her soft red lip, tilting her head. "Investigate me?"
"Yeah. I was driving by and saw a guy facing the lake. Thought the bastard was pissing into it, so I went to check. Turns out, he was on the phone, ordering someone to dig up info on you—everything. I thought he might be dangerous, so I confronted him. By the way, teacher, you really don't know him?"
"Know him?" Yang Fei frowned and gave Zhang Yang a strange look. "Why would I know him?"
"That's good. From his look, he seemed like—" Zhang Yang hesitated, thinking of how to phrase it.
But Yang Fei was already getting impatient. "Spit it out."
"I think that guy's into you." Zhang Yang finally said it bluntly.
Yang Fei shot him a look, said nothing, and walked slowly around to the other side of the Range Rover, opening the door and sitting in the passenger seat. "No time left. You want to be late?"
Zhang Yang checked his watch—it was already past seven. Shit.
"Crap, we're late! We're screwed." He jumped into the driver's seat like a gust of wind, started the car, and sped off.
"Wait, teacher—you're in the car too." Zhang Yang suddenly realized.
Yang Fei gave him a side glance, then turned toward the window, her lips curving ever so slightly before she composed herself again. "You're that afraid of being late?" she asked, frowning. They were already near Nanguang Building. Zhang Yang parked, scratched his head, looked at her, and nodded. "Afraid you'll fire me."
Yang Fei pursed her lips, said nothing, and stepped out into the cold air. She shivered slightly as the wind slipped into her collar, then hurried into the dormitory. Zhang Yang followed, greeting the astonished dorm matron before going upstairs.
In her room, Yang Fei rubbed her hands together, breathed on them, and took out her keys. Before unlocking the door, she looked at Zhang Yang. "Was the trip smooth this time?"
"Huh?" Zhang Yang blinked, caught off guard.
Yang Fei pressed her lips together, hesitated, then explained, "You and Yang Jing going to Beijing."
"Oh!" Zhang Yang was surprised. He hadn't expected her to ask. "It went well, teacher. Thanks for asking."
Yang Fei glanced at him, then at the two boxes of Difeisi truffle chocolates on her desk. "I only asked because of those chocolates," she said flatly.
Zhang Yang had been sending her two boxes of Difeisi truffles every week. Even during his trip to Beijing, afraid he'd forget, he ordered them online and had them delivered to her.
Tonight, Yang Fei wore a black knit coat over a dark green tight short dress with thermal stockings. Her figure was sinfully perfect.
When she took off her coat and scarf, Zhang Yang froze.
The round neckline of her dress revealed her smooth, pale neck. Under the light, her skin glowed with a lustrous sheen. Below her delicate collarbones rose two firm, proud mounds pressing tightly against her outfit—those snow-white curves looked ready to burst free at any second.
Truly a goddess among women. If only—no, thinking like that's a crime!
Zhang Yang couldn't help but marvel inwardly.
Yang Fei seemed to sense something, glanced at him, and took a textbook and a sheet of paper from the shelf, frowning. "Class."
As usual, she had him write down the words she'd assigned three days ago. When he finished, she checked—and looked at him suspiciously.
It was simple: Zhang Yang got every word right. Given he'd been away for two days, she expected him to forget some. Yet he remembered them all.
Of course, she didn't know Zhang Yang possessed Primary Brain Domain Development—memorizing words was nothing for him.
But Yang Fei misunderstood, thinking he'd been studying even while on his trip. The thought warmed her heart. Zhang Yang was now a rising star, a man of influence—yet he still took her lessons seriously. It made her feel something she couldn't quite name.
"Let's begin." She opened her book. But just then, Zhang Yang suddenly rushed to her side, reached behind her, and turned off the lights.
Before she could react, Zhang Yang pulled her into a tight bear hug.
"You—" Yang Fei gasped, but before she could shout, he tackled her onto the sofa. Her lips were covered by his hand.
Was this bastard trying to force himself on her?!
Panic surged in Yang Fei's chest. Zhang Yang was like a wild beast, his arms wrapped around her soft chest, their lower bodies pressed tightly together. Her skirt had ridden up to her thighs, and that bulge of his was pressing right against her.
"Teacher, don't panic," Zhang Yang whispered, craning his neck to peer over the back of the sofa toward the curtained window. "It's assassins."
Indeed, the system had just issued an urgent warning: [Nuwa System Alert: Within a ten-meter radius, a life-threatening danger has been detected. Target—two armed assassins.] Armed?
Which meant that no matter how strong he was, against guns he was just a sitting duck.
The enemy clearly had his routine down. Normally, his schedule was unpredictable—but every night at seven, he always came here.
"Don't panic?" Yang Fei's shock turned to anger and embarrassment. No man had ever held her like this before. Her full chest was pressed firmly against his, sending waves of tingling warmth through her.
Bastard, you're pressing on me there!