In the stillness of the night, the campus of Fudan University was quiet, with only the dim yellow streetlights casting long shadows on the trees and the occasional chirping of insects.
In the shadows of the teaching building, a petite figure crept around furtively, glancing around to make sure no one was watching before crouching low and quickly walking to the base of a tall sycamore tree.
Then, the black-clad figure looked up at the student union office on the second floor, took a deep breath, and then climbed up using both hands and feet.
A figure pushed open a half-closed window and cautiously climbed into the room.
She remembered that the lock on this window had been broken for a long time...
...
Two middle-aged men from the security department were patrolling slowly, flashlights in hand.
"Old Wang, do you think there's some noise over there?" A slightly overweight man stopped and pointed in the direction of the teaching building.
"What noise? What noise?" another tall, thin man asked in confusion.
"I think I saw a figure climb in through the second-floor window," the chubby uncle said in a low voice, pointing in the direction of the student council office.
"There seems to be someone there. Let's go take a look."
Two security guards, carrying flashlights, hurried upstairs and carefully inspected the window of the student union office.
The windows were closed, and there were no signs of climbing on the windowsill; everything seemed normal.
"Are you blind? The second-floor windows are clearly closed. There's no one there," the tall, thin man said irritably. "Come on, come on, stop being so paranoid."
The chubby uncle rubbed his eyes and looked again. "Strange, am I seeing things?"
"I guess so. It's the middle of the night, the students are all asleep, who would come to the student council office?"
Another tall, thin man yawned, clearly unconvinced by his companion's suspicions.
The chubby man shone his flashlight through the window again, but there was nothing there. He could only shake his head and follow the tall, thin man downstairs to continue his patrol.
What they didn't notice was under the desk in the student council office.
A figure was hiding there, barely daring to breathe, until the footsteps faded into the distance, at which point he finally let out a long sigh of relief.
The figure steadied itself and continued searching. Finally, it found what it was looking for in an inconspicuous drawer compartment.
The figure looked through the items for a while, a cold smile appearing on his lips, his eyes flashing with chilling pleasure.
...
Meanwhile, in her room at the Jinjiang Hotel, Ning Yuan had just finished showering when she saw Rong Zhaonan standing by the window with his hands in his pockets, looking at the night view outside.
She smiled, her big eyes crinkling with surprise. "When did you arrive? Have you eaten?"
Rong Zhaonan turned around and smiled faintly: "I ate, I just got here."
"Everything you wanted is here." He pushed a brown paper bag in front of Ning Yuan and pulled the girl, whose hair was still wet, into his arms.
"So fast?" Ning Yuan was somewhat surprised. She originally thought it would take a long time to find Lu Jingui's information, but she didn't expect Rong Zhaonan to have the results so quickly.
"What? You doubt my abilities?" Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a half-smile.
Ning Yuan shook her head. Since she entrusted this matter to Rong Zhaonan to investigate, it was naturally because she knew his abilities.
The file folder contained detailed information about Lu Jingui, including his family background, social connections, and even—his past marital history?!
Ning Yuan was increasingly alarmed as she read on. She never imagined that this seemingly glamorous student council president was hiding so many unknown secrets.
The information shows that she has been married twice and has a child, but she has deliberately concealed these facts and claimed to be single.
"Why is she hiding all this? Claiming to the public that she has never been married and that her career has interfered with her personal life?" Ning Yuan frowned slightly.
Rong Zhaonan put down his coffee cup, his deep gaze falling on Ning Yuan's face, and said casually—
"Perhaps it's because of greed, who knows? In this world, there are always some people who will stop at nothing to achieve their goals."
Ning Yuan recalled what Chu Hongyu had been going through recently, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes: "Indeed... she talks a lot about benevolence and morality, and feminism, but all she cares about is business."
“Every man that Lu Jingui sets her sights on is of good status and background, and she always gets what she wants in the end.” Rong Zhaonan paused here.
A playful smile played on his lips. "It's just that these marriages don't last very long, and every time they separate, it ends up being quite ugly."
Ning Yuan was flipping through Lu Jingui's file when she heard this and couldn't help but chuckle. "Anyone who can resist her act? How does she fool men? Is it some kind of slogan, or..."
As Ning Yuan spoke, Lu Jingui's face, feigning shyness, suddenly flashed into her mind, and she felt a chill run down her spine, shivering with goosebumps.
"What did you think of? You look so disgusted." Rong Zhaonan looked at Ning Yuan and casually played with the ends of her hair.
Ning Yuan leaned closer to him and casually said, "I've been wondering, how does a woman like Lu Jingui manage to marry a man with good prospects every time? It can't all be because of her figure, right? For you men, if you turn off the lights, all women are the same; figure is more important than face?"
Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow: "Although the words are rough but the reasoning is sound, your words are too rough."
He chuckled lightly: "Her methods may not be sophisticated, but they are very effective. She always manages to exploit men's weaknesses to achieve her goals."
"What weakness?" Ning Yuan asked curiously.
“For example, vanity, compassion, and…” Rong Zhaonan chuckled lightly, “for example, the desire for certain things.”
“During the Cultural Revolution, she used her eloquence and writing skills to defeat many people, including her rivals, which proves that she is not a simple character.” Rong Zhaonan’s tone was indifferent, but it carried a chill.
He paused for a moment: "But those men aren't stupid. Given time, they'll naturally discover her true colors. Naturally, they won't be able to live with her. Who would want to marry a 'Cixi Empress Dowager' who plans to train them to be like Li Lianying every day?"
Ning Yuan slightly curled the corners of her lips. No wonder Lu Jingui always acted so superior.
It turns out that he once climbed up by stepping on other people's shoulders and enjoyed the feeling of being in control.
Thinking of this, Ning Yuan suddenly recalled the scene of Lu Jingui confronting Ning Bingyu, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Do you think she actually thought that would leave a deep impression on my cheap older brother and make him obsessed with her? I wonder what would happen if Brother Pink Sausage married her?"
Lu Jingui is trying to replicate her past success on Ning Bingyu?
Rong Zhaonan shook his head helplessly as he looked at Ning Yuan's gloating expression.
The door to the room was suddenly opened from the outside, and Ning Bingyu walked in expressionlessly, throwing the gift bag he was carrying onto Ning Yuan's bed.
He said in an unfriendly tone, "Ning Yuan, I even flew all the way from Hong Kong to bring you a gift, and you're here making fun of me."
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