93: Chapter 93 After all, I'm just a "subordinate".

Huang Mao looked at Jiang Mengshu, who was so close he could touch her. That cold fragrance drilled straight into his nose, carrying a hint of undeniable aggression.

Her eyes, usually calm and clear, were now flickering with a certain fanatical fire.

He truly hadn't expected things to develop in this direction.

Ever since he stepped into this office, he had felt that the rhythm was completely out of his control.

Faced with this classic threatening line, his brain uncharacteristically stalled for a second.

Is this woman for real? Does she know what she is saying?

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions.

"Jiang Mengshu, are you serious?" Huang Mao leaned back, putting a little distance between them. "This kind of thing isn't for satisfying curiosity."

"Even if it's a joke, this is a bit too much."

When exactly did this person become like this?

"My quiet and outstanding subordinate in high school turned into a dashing and capable female pervert in college?"

"And she's using her position to try and molest me?"

It's even more made-up than those novels on the forums!

Is this the so-called "reality is often more absurd than fiction"?

Huang Mao leaned back calmly, widening the distance, trying to let the ambiguous air in the office circulate again and break this somewhat dangerous stalemate.

But Jiang Mengshu was relentless. She rested her hands on the armrests and leaned forward again, leaving him no room to escape.

"I'm not joking, President, I'm serious."

She stared at Huang Mao, her tone carrying a hint of stubbornness.

That cold perfume scent struck again, carrying a hint of undeniable oppression, drilling straight into his nostrils.

"I'm really curious..."

"Can't we just try it?"

Her voice was very low, carrying a hint of pleading.

"Or is it that Su Muxue, a 'friend' you just met, is okay, but I, your former subordinate, am not?"

Huang Mao sighed helplessly and rubbed his temples.

Does this count as escaping the wolf's den only to enter the tiger's mouth?

He hadn't even figured things out with Su Muxue, and now Jiang Mengshu popped up. Isn't the difficulty coefficient of this Shura field a bit too high?

He even started to suspect that he had offended the Grand Duke of Jupiter recently; why did he run into these peach blossom calamities everywhere he went?

"Even if we don't go all the way, just let me experience it."

Jiang Mengshu took a step back and threw out the bait.

She understood Huang Mao.

Just begging him could solve 80% of his indecisiveness.

Even if it reached the remaining 20%, as long as she took a small step back, this man would soften.

Looking at her determined stance, and considering that the deadly video was still in her hands.

If the video really spread, not only would he be disgraced, but Su Muxue would also be implicated.

Even the netizens who loved a good show would definitely dig deep if they discovered such a big scoop.

By then, Leng Qingxuan and An Ran, who lived with him, wouldn't escape either.

Not to mention that An Ran's situation wasn't right now.

Huang Mao finally compromised; he nodded, agreeing to this absurd proposal.

Just consider it sacrificing himself to feed the tiger.

Besides, he was a man; in the end, it wasn't like he was the one losing out, so why be so coy?

"Fine... but let's be clear, only to the same extent as in the video."

"Hehe, of course, President..."

The sky had already grown dim.

In the Vice President's office, an indescribable atmosphere still lingered.

Huang Mao lowered his head, tidying his clothes with a complicated expression.

His mind was a mess right now, as if he had just been on a long-distance roller coaster.

The initial ups and downs were passable, but the further it went, the more absurd it became, eventually becoming exaggerated designs with steep seventy or eighty-degree angles.

Jiang Mengshu looked no different than usual, except for a slight flush on her face.

She picked up the cup of black tea on the table that had gone cold, tilted her head back, and took a small sip.

She rinsed her mouth with it, then swallowed.

"It feels really strange, a kind of strangeness that's impossible to describe."

Jiang Mengshu put down the teacup and wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

"But one thing is certain, I don't hate it." She looked at Huang Mao, the smile in her eyes deepening, carrying a bit of satisfaction.

"Especially when I saw the President actually making that kind of reaction."

"That was an expression I had never seen in my three years of high school."

She was like a glutton who had tasted a peerless delicacy, her eyes filled with lingering greed.

Huang Mao fastened his belt and shrugged helplessly.

"That couldn't be helped, right? I wanted to maintain my composure too, but who could withstand that?"

He was just an ordinary person; at most, his dual resistance was a bit higher, but that was physical and magical dual penetration—no matter how high his defense was, there was no way to deal with it.

Jiang Mengshu chuckled, a flash of triumph in her eyes.

"Does the President mean to praise me for doing a good job?"

However, just after saying this with a smile, the next second, the smile on her face vanished instantly, her eyes became dark and gloomy, and she stared fixedly at Huang Mao's eyes.

"So, who is better, me or Su Muxue?"

Huang Mao was stunned by this sudden change, almost thinking he was watching some traditional face-changing performance.

Before he could react, Jiang Mengshu burst into laughter, instantly returning to normal.

She shook her head and waved her hand, as if the person who had just shown a dark and paranoid side wasn't her at all.

"In the end, this kind of question is hard to answer, right? Forget it, I don't really care about that."

She sat back in her chair, resuming the capable and dashing appearance of the Vice President, as if nothing had happened.

Huang Mao looked at the woman in front of him who could switch so freely, and couldn't help but have some terrifying thoughts.

The way her emotions fluctuated like a roller coaster just now wasn't just a product of emotional randomness.

This woman was definitely not just simply "repressed."

That kind of morbid possessiveness and extreme desire to win...

Perhaps, this woman, Jiang Mengshu, had long had unusual feelings for him.

It was just that it had completely erupted due to this video incident.

When did it start? High school?

At that time, he just thought she had a certain level of affection for him, but definitely not this kind of twisted one.

Could it be that yesterday's events gave her a new understanding of him?

He couldn't figure it out...

In the end, why did he provoke a group of women like this?

If his peach blossom luck continued to be this strong, he was afraid he would die young, right?

"By the way, President." Jiang Mengshu spoke up again, leaning forward slightly, her tone carrying a hint of deadly temptation.

"In the future, if you have similar needs, if you want to 'vent,' you can absolutely come to me, you're always welcome."

"After all, isn't it quite normal for a subordinate to satisfy the needs of their superior?"

"I think our relationship should be considered normal, right?"

"So, when is the next time?"

She blinked, looking so righteous, as if she were really just discussing a mundane work arrangement.

Huang Mao's mouth couldn't help but twitch violently; what kind of normal relationship was this?!

If this were in the workplace, he would be thrown in jail in minutes!

"Please just let me go, Vice President."

"By the way, that third request from yesterday." Huang Mao quickly changed the subject.

"Have you thought about it? Don't keep me hanging; let's get it over with so I can be free."

He really didn't want to be manipulated anymore. This feeling of having the back of his neck held by someone was truly terrible.

Jiang Mengshu leaned back in her chair, tapping her fingers on the desktop, a cunning arc curling at the corner of her mouth.

"That... is still reserved."

"Such a precious opportunity, how could I use it so casually?"

She said it as a matter of course, her tone full of calculation.

"Of course, I have to save it for the most appropriate time before bringing it up."

Hearing this, Huang Mao rolled his eyes.

"I'm saying this in advance: if it's too much, I won't accept it."

Jiang Mengshu smiled and waved her hand, looking as if she wanted him to be at ease. "Don't worry, President, I have a sense of proportion."

Huang Mao frowned, expressing serious doubt about this. Believe you, my foot! You treacherous woman, you're really up to no good!

His "trust" in Jiang Mengshu had now dropped to freezing point. Next time something happened, he definitely couldn't come to her again.

After the matter was discussed, the lingering aftertaste gradually faded. Jiang Mengshu thought Huang Mao should be leaving, so she had even stood up, preparing to see him off.

As a result, Huang Mao remained firmly seated in the chair, showing no intention of getting up to leave, and as if he had remembered something important, he looked up at Jiang Mengshu.

"By the way, can you check the school's surveillance here?"

Jiang Mengshu was taken aback, looking at him with some confusion. "I can, what's the matter?"

Huang Mao pointed at her computer and made a request without hesitation. "Let me use it, I'm looking for someone."

Jiang Mengshu narrowed her eyes, sizing Huang Mao up, a smirk curling at the corner of her mouth. "President, isn't your energy a bit too abundant?"

"Just finished doing that with me, and you want to look for another 'target' immediately?"

Huang Mao shrugged helplessly and rolled his eyes. "What are you thinking? That's not what I want to do."

He was thinking that since he was already here, he might as well use the surveillance to find that silly girl, An Ran. She wasn't answering her phone or replying to messages on social media; if something happened to her, how would he explain it?

Jiang Mengshu saw that his expression was frank and didn't seem fake, so she stopped asking. "Fine, fine, come on, I'll help you look."

She sat back at the computer, opened the Student Union's surveillance system, and prepared to help him check for the person.

"Actually, even if the President really wanted to find a new target, I would help you look together."

"After all, I am a 'subordinate'."

Huang Mao ignored her last two sentences and walked behind her, watching her start to skillfully switch screens one by one in the massive surveillance system.

So skillful, she must have caught many little couples doing bad things in empty classrooms, right?

"Oh right, delete that video first."

"...President, you really don't forget the important things."

"After all, that's exactly why I came."