92: Chapter 92 President, you didn't want this either...

Hearing Jiang Mengshu's voice, which was cool yet laced with a hint of pleasure.

Huang Mao paused outside the door for a moment, steeling his nerves.

Only then did he push open the mahogany door without hesitation and walk inside.

As the heavy mahogany door clicked shut behind him, the noise from the hallway was completely cut off.

The Vice President's office was bright and clean, with a faint, cool fragrance permeating the air—it was Jiang Mengshu's signature perfume, cold yet not pungent.

Jiang Mengshu was sitting upright behind the large solid-wood desk.

She was wearing a well-tailored white shirt, the collar slightly open, radiating a sense of capability and poise.

Her expression was extremely calm, and her movements as she flipped through the documents at hand were unhurried, no different from when she handled Student Union business as usual.

Huang Mao stood at the doorway, his gaze sweeping across her unruffled face.

He didn't notice that deep within Jiang Mengshu's seemingly placid eyes, a dark fire was burning wildly, almost ready to consume her reason.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Jiang Mengshu slowly lifted her head.

Her gaze lingered on Huang Mao for two seconds, taking a deep look at his slightly helpless face.

"You've arrived, President."

Afterward, she put down the pen in her hand and tilted her chin slightly, signaling for Huang Mao to sit in the chair opposite her.

That chair had clearly been carefully prepared by her in advance.

Its placement was just right, putting it perfectly within her range of scrutiny.

Huang Mao didn't stand on ceremony; he pulled out the chair and sat down with a bold, relaxed posture.

He wanted to see what this old classmate was really up to.

However, after Huang Mao sat down, Jiang Mengshu didn't rush to speak.

She elegantly picked up the bone china teacup on the desk and took a light sip.

The warm tea moistened her lips, also concealing the curve of her mouth.

A moment of silence spread between them, and the atmosphere grew slightly stagnant.

Huang Mao felt a bit uncomfortable, almost tempted to take out his phone and start a game right there.

It was just that he felt it would be impolite, and if he happened to anger Jiang Mengshu and she refused to delete the video for him, that would be troublesome.

Finally, Jiang Mengshu set down the teacup, the porcelain clinking against the desk with a crisp sound.

She clasped her fingers together, rested her elbows on the desk, leaned forward slightly, and began to speak in a steady tone.

"President, the issue of school discipline seems to have become a bit lax recently."

She first put on the airs of the Student Union Vice President, feigning seriousness.

"Just a short while ago, I received a report video from the Discipline Department."

"The content... is extremely detrimental."

Upon hearing this, Huang Mao didn't show any panic; instead, he raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying his usual sarcastic flair:

"The Discipline Department?"

"Is the Discipline Department actually responsible for patrolling the campus now?"

You have to know, back when he was an official in the Student Union, that bunch in the Discipline Department basically just held honorary titles and never properly established a patrol system.

"And, they're actually using something as high-end as a drone?"

Huang Mao pursed his lips, adjusted to a more comfortable sitting position, and continued:

"It's just catching a discipline violation; isn't that a bit too serious?"

"Shouldn't they just be taking a stroll around the school and snapping a few photos to go through the motions?"

Seeing Huang Mao's "dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water" attitude of giving up, Jiang Mengshu's originally tense expression immediately relaxed.

A faint smile played at the corners of her mouth, she shook her head, and her tone softened a bit.

"Actually, it's just how things are; everyone is just going through the motions."

"However, the current head of the Discipline Department is a fairly serious kid."

"But it is precisely because of her seriousness that I was able to obtain this."

As Jiang Mengshu spoke, her fingers tapped lightly on the desk, returning to the main topic.

However, she didn't directly mention the video again.

Instead, she began to describe it using extremely "precise" language.

"Beside the discarded equipment in the corner of the playground, in the dim shadows..."

"A boy standing, and a girl kneeling in front of him..."

"It wasn't bullying, nor was it some mysterious transaction..."

"The male party looks like he's enjoying it, and the female party looks... very hardworking."

She described the key scenes in the video, her tone carrying a subtle sense of inquiry.

"President, that's you, right?"

"And that girl, without a doubt, is Su Muxue, whom everyone at Star University knows."

"My description, there's no problem with it, right? President?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Mao sighed heavily in his heart, and took a deep breath in reality.

Since he had already been caught with leverage against him, there was no point in quibbling.

He nodded straightforwardly, acknowledging the authenticity of the video's content.

"Fine, I admit it, the people in the video are indeed the two of us."

"Although it's true that this violates school discipline, we are both adults."

Huang Mao's tone was calm, as if he were stating a trivial matter unrelated to himself.

"Both sides were completely voluntary; there was no coercion."

"Moreover, the main responsibility for this matter lies with me; I was the one who initiated it."

He paused, taking the blame upon himself without changing his expression.

"I asked Su Muxue to do that to me."

"The purpose was probably just... curiosity about that feeling."

"And then, I just happened to be pent up with fire at the time, so I couldn't hold back."

After hearing this explanation from Huang Mao, which could be called absurd.

The playful curve at the corner of her mouth couldn't help but deepen a little more.

She spoke slowly, her voice carrying a hint of laziness.

"Completely voluntary? President, the way you say that is really quite interesting."

"However... is a request of this level so easily accepted?"

She stood up, walked around the large desk, went to Huang Mao's side, and looked down at him.

Her tall figure, wrapped in well-tailored clothing, appeared extremely oppressive.

"As a woman myself, I really find it incredible."

"And, what kind of person is Su Muxue?"

"Who in the school doesn't know she is the Eldest Miss of the Su Family, usually as gentle as an ethereal porcelain doll?"

"You, President, can so easily make her lower her status and do this kind of thing for you?"

Jiang Mengshu's tone grew deeper and more profound, carrying an indescribable nuance.

"So, what kind of relationship do you actually have behind everyone's back?"

Huang Mao's heart sank slightly, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

He keenly sensed that there was more than just scrutiny in Jiang Mengshu's words.

There was also a strange kind of "curiosity" that made him feel somewhat creeped out.

"It's just that because of certain opportunities, we happened to become friends."

Huang Mao gave a simple, perfunctory reply, not intending to delve deeper into this question.

He tried to change the subject, pulling the initiative back into his own hands.

"So? How does the Vice President intend to handle this video?"

"Are you going to submit it directly to the Academic Affairs Office, or do you intend to make me write a several-thousand-word apology letter, and then let it be a one-time thing?"

Jiang Mengshu, however, remained completely unmoved and didn't take his bait at all.

She rested her hands on the two armrests of Huang Mao's chair, leaning forward slightly.

The distance between them instantly closed, and that cool, cold perfume scent almost touched the tip of Huang Mao's nose.

Those beautiful eyes stared straight at Huang Mao, and her voice also deepened a bit.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say what kind of relationship it is; I actually don't care."

"After all, President, you can even conquer a woman of the same level as Leng Qingxuan."

Jiang Mengshu chuckled, her tone carrying a hint of teasing.

"Perhaps behind the scenes, you have some 'methods' that I find hard to understand."

"However, you must answer me this next question."

She stared into Huang Mao's eyes and asked, word by word.

"President, when you do that kind of thing with her, how... does it feel?"

...

Huang Mao: ???

Hearing this question, a row of question marks instantly appeared on Huang Mao's forehead.

What kind of thunderous question is this?!

First of all, is this something a university Student Union Vice President should be asking? And we are in an office!

Secondly, how is he supposed to answer? Say it's great? Say it's like going to heaven?

Before Huang Mao could recover from his shock, Jiang Mengshu continued to add.

"First, as a woman, I am really curious."

"What kind of experience is that thing that countless men yearn for?"

Her gaze slowly moved downward, sweeping across Huang Mao's lower abdomen, then suddenly lifted, staring fixedly into his eyes.

"Secondly, also as a woman, what I am even more curious about is..."

"That woman, the dignified Miss Su, how did she make you..."

Jiang Mengshu intentionally paused, emphasizing the last two words.

"'Satisfied.'"

Huang Mao heard this bold and extremely straightforward language from Jiang Mengshu.

In his heart, which he had been trying his best to keep as calm as an ancient well, waves couldn't help but surge.

He realized that Jiang Mengshu calling him over today wasn't just to handle the secretly filmed video in an official capacity.

It was more like she wanted to satisfy some secret "curiosity" deep within her heart.

Hiss...

Could this woman actually be super repressed in her bones?

We were in the same class for three whole years in high school, how did I not notice she had this attribute at all?

Back then, she was clearly a quiet and responsible deputy class monitor.

Moreover, with her current capable and poised career-woman style, hearing her say such wild and suggestive words word-for-word, it all just feels strange.

The contrast is absolutely maxed out, making it a bit hard to handle.

Jiang Mengshu had been carefully observing the subtle changes in Huang Mao's expression.

Seeing that although he was a bit stunned, he didn't show any obvious panic or embarrassment.

He was still in that calm-as-an-old-dog, unshakable-even-if-Mount-Tai-collapses state.

The sense of excitement in her heart, instead, surged even more strongly.

As expected of the President.

She was screaming wildly in her heart.

This was exactly what she liked most about him.

No matter what situation he encountered, he was always so composed, so much so that it made one want to... tear apart his calmness.

Jiang Mengshu no longer hid it and spoke bluntly.

"Just like what I told you on the social app earlier."

"Of course I will help you suppress this matter and never let it spread."

"But, in exchange, I need you to satisfy a small condition of mine."

She looked at Huang Mao, the fire in her eyes finally burning without reservation.

"I am really curious about what that feeling is actually like."

"So, President..."

"Let me also... do the same thing to you as in the video."

As soon as these words were spoken, the air in the entire office seemed to solidify.

Huang Mao's pupils dilated slightly; no matter how emotionally stable he was, he was a bit stunned by this direct hit from Jiang Mengshu at this moment.

What the hell kind of crazy development is this?

Before Huang Mao could say anything or make any reaction.

Jiang Mengshu suddenly turned her head and leaned in close to Huang Mao's ear.

Her warm lips almost brushed against his earlobe.

Afterward, using a chilling, soft tone that carried extreme temptation and threat, she slowly uttered a classic line:

"What do you say, President."

"You wouldn't want... this video to be seen by others, would you?"