Chapter 535 (2/2)

“Sure. Your call, my La… old classmate,” said Han Leng, as if he had transformed from a clueless chick magnet into a loyal dog.

At first, Han Leng had subconsciously wanted to call her “my Lady.” Being sharp of mind, he had quickly figured out that Lady Zhao was still going incognito. She was deliberately wrapping herself up in that Taobao garbage. Was this a “sheep among wolves” stunt?

Whenever Han Leng found himself in Zhao Youyue’s presence, he always looked out for her, as if he was her right-hand strategist. He quickly picked up the pace and helped maintain her guise. Ruining her plans would only displease her. The Lady would only punish him for it; he would be subject to endless humiliation.

Lady Zhao was always full of surprises. Han Leng had been dragged into her antics for too often. He had always fought to retain his composure whenever it occurred. It had strengthened the tensile strength of his poker face…

Han Leng accepted Zhao Youyue’s invitation with pleasure. He Weiwei, Zhang Xiang, and the others were shocked. What the hell? What magic was this? Why did Han Leng accept her invitation just like that? He truly seemed to trust this lady!

How could he be so skillful at being so obedient to her?

Zhao Youyue nodded with satisfaction. Then, she habitually took over the situation. She said, “I have done quite some research about tasty foods. How about I bring you guys someplace nice?”

“Sure. I’m looking forward to it very much,” Han Leng chimed in, reading her intentions as always.

“Alright, I’ll leave the bill to you. You’re the richest person among us. I’ve always wanted to enjoy being treated by a tycoon,” Zhao Youyue continued firing her orders across the planet.

“No problem,” Han Leng gave her a meaningful, grateful stare. He had feared that she would have taken it upon herself to pay for everything, and nobody, including him, would have a say in that. Whenever he and Su Li followed her out, she had often footed the expenses, as if she was their caretaker. By ancient standards they would be one of those bootlicking, foodie leeches. In the ancient days, there was Lord Mengchang who had three thousand leeches. Lady Zhao was currently walking on the same path as well.

She had always deeply appreciated talented writers.

Some would accept the role of a foodie leech with glee, others more begrudgingly. Han Leng was the latter. He had often been irritable and quarrelsome. Unbeknownst to him, that fire had long died out…

Now that Lady Zhao had appointed him to donate the blood, he considered that as a sign of respect. She had given him the honors. This should also mean that Zhao Youyue had forgiven him for his recent transgressions. Han Leng’s downcast mood took a turn for joy.

Han Leng the great overthinker. Zhao Youyue had not even been aware of the recent drama surrounded their names. If Han Leng went down on one knee to apologize, he would only elicit the most perplexed version of Zhao Youyue. What the heck happened to elite scholar Han? Sigh. The curse of being a genius writer. These guys can never tell the difference between reality and otherwise.

The classmates were more dumbfounded than ever. What’s going on here? Han Leng was widely-known as an obstinate, unruly, cold-faced writer. Why was he being so obedient in front of a girl? The rumors were not adding up!

He Weiwei was at a loss of words. She had never expected things to take such a turn. When she came to her senses, she blurted out, “You two… How are you guys related?”