Chapter 406: Day 11 into the Mary Sue Story

Chapter 406: Day 11 of Transmigrating into a Mary Sue Story

At this moment, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the vines, casting swaying patches of light on the floor.

An Yi was chatting with a few classmates, a faint smile at the corners of his lips as he listened to the others' antics.

Then, a sharp female voice, brimming with anger and defiance, suddenly shattered the pre-noon tranquility.

"Huang Fuxiao! Don't push it! Do you think you can trample on others' dignity just because you have money and power? I, Leng Bingning·Christina·Diemeng Zilei·Xueyeshang·Meng, won't stand for it!"

The voice came from the rose garden below, echoing through the corridor area.

The classmates around An Yi fell silent mid-sentence, exchanging glances with looks of surprise on their faces.

There had indeed been rumors around the academy lately that the aloof, unfathomable Fourth Prince had picked a fight with a specially admitted commoner honor student. It turned out the rumors weren't false—and from the sound of it... things were getting pretty heated?

The group instinctively stopped, following the sound to look toward the center of the rose garden beyond the railing.

Sure enough, everyone loves a bit of gossip—it's only human nature. An Yi paused too, his gaze drifting to the scene below.

By the garden fountain stood two figures, like the male and female leads of a stage play, surrounded by the dazzling sea of roses.

The female lead, Leng Bingning, had her waist-length black hair tied into a high ponytail today, swaying slightly with her agitated emotions.

An Yi looked more closely—her eyes were now red, signifying her anger. Quite impressive, really.

The man opposite her was none other than Huang Fuxiao.

His chiseled face bore no expression, like a flawless mask carved from ice, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Those hawk-like, piercing cold eyes were looking down at this peculiar girl who dared to shout at him, her gaze showing neither fear nor adoration. His look was one of cold scrutiny, as if examining prey, tinged with a hint of intrigue.

"Oh?" Huang Fuxiao spoke, his voice low and flat, devoid of any emotional fluctuation: "Dignity?"

He slightly drew out the last syllable, carrying a natural, discomforting disdain: "In Shengjing, my rules are the definition of dignity."

"You... you're being completely unreasonable!" Leng Bingning trembled all over with anger, her fingers clenched tightly into fists.

Those crimson eyes seemed to instantly glaze over with a glistening layer of tears, shimmering in the sunlight, making her look even more pitifully charming—yet she held them back desperately, refusing to let them fall, projecting an air of fragile defiance instead.

"It's not like I spilled water on your shoe on purpose! I already apologized and offered to pay for the cleaning! Why... why do you demand that I become your maid and serve you for a whole month? This is an insult! A blatant insult to my dignity!" Her voice quivered with agitation.

Huang Fuxiao was utterly indifferent to her accusations. He even glanced down slightly, his gaze sweeping over the leather shoes on his feet.

His gaze returned to Leng Bingning's face, stained with anger and tears, and he stated slowly and deliberately: "My shoes were custom-made by a master from Country F. The only pair in the world, made from rare materials with priceless craftsmanship."

He paused, his icy gaze locking onto her: "Your apology, your compensation."

He gave a slight shake of his head, his tone flat yet cruel: "Worthless. The choice I'm offering you..."

He emphasized those final words slightly: "Is a favor."

"A favor?" Leng Bingning seemed utterly stung by the word. Her tears finally spilled over, rolling down her cheeks like broken pearls from eyes that had shifted from crimson to blue.

But she still bit her lower lip hard, her back ramrod straight, her voice choked with tears and even sharper now: "You bastard!"

Comments section:

"Damn it! I came for the drama, but I still gotta say, this Huang Fuxiao is a real piece of work—his words are way too harsh!"

"Judging by his current screen time and his entanglement with the female lead, he's definitely the male lead, right? Seriously? Can't she do better?"

"Here it comes! A classic for the ages! 'My rules are dignity'! Huang Fuxiao, you never disappoint! (clap clap clap)"

"Hahaha 'a favor'! That's way too on the nose! I feel like I've been transported back to a novel site from a decade ago! (facepalm)"

"I can't even with these lines! I'm crying from laughing!"

"Laughing so hard my stomach's killing me!"

"This should be a heartbreaking scene, but I genuinely can't feel sad!"

"Being a maid for a month? Is the shoe upper made of gold or is the sole made of gold? (picking nose)"

"The female lead's probably gonna become Huang Fuxiao's maid later... and then he'll discover how different she is!"

"Huang Fuxiao's already figured that out now!"

"..."

An Yi: "..."

He silently averted his gaze from the spectacular drama unfolding below. This scene was a bit too much for his brain—he felt like watching too much of it would lower his IQ.

Just as he hugged his books and prepared to take a couple of steps back to leave this spectator zone, he heard—

"Shut up! Who the hell is yelling in the garden at noon? Can't a guy get some peace?!"

An irritable, gunpowder-laced voice exploded from the other end of the corridor, accompanied by crude, impatient cursing, instantly drawing everyone's attention—including the two leads down in the garden.

A figure came storming around the corner of the corridor with an aggressive, imposing gait.

Messy dark brown hair, brows furrowed into a deep frown, mouth turned down at the corners—his entire face screamed "I'm seriously pissed off right now, and whoever messes with me dies" in pure irritable energy.

It was none other than Ou Yanglie.

An Yi glanced sideways. Oh, it was that hot-tempered guy again.

He seemed to have just come out from a rest somewhere, disturbed by the fierce argument nearby. His eyes first swept over Huang Fuxiao and Leng Bingning in the garden below with extreme impatience, letting out a clear, contemptuous "tch" from his nose, as if he'd seen something that offended his eyes.

However, just as he was about to open his mouth and continue spewing fire, venting his irritation on the two culprits who'd disturbed his peace, his irritable, sweeping gaze inadvertently passed over An Yi, who was about to leave the corridor.

His gaze abruptly froze in place.