Chapter 12 The Scheming Little Girl

At first, Leng Ningxue wanted to resist. Lin Li, on the other hand, simply aimed to seize the opportunity to rack up some villain points. As for conquering Leng Ningxue, the time hadn’t come yet. If he forced things now, it would only complicate matters; Leng Ningxue was a completely different woman from Su Lan.

Listening to the system prompts, Lin Li felt thoroughly satisfied. Yet he overlooked one thing: Leng Ningxue had been restraining herself all along. But as Lin Li began to compel her, she started losing control over her mind. She was the kind of woman naturally drawn to strength. Unfortunately, all these years, Leng Ningxue had never encountered a man bold enough to show her any disrespect. Even within her corporation, everyone kept their distance, treating her like a cold-hearted queen. Beautiful she was, but so icy and forbidding that no one dared approach her.

But Lin Li was different. Leng Ningxue could sense that, in his eyes, she was no different from any other woman; he never considered her status to be particularly noble. For reasons unknown, she liked this feeling. Gradually, as the effects of the drug took hold, Leng Ningxue began to respond proactively.

"Ding, villainous behavior detected from the host, 500 villain points earned!"
"Ding, villainous behavior detected from the host, 1000 villain points earned!"

The system’s voice chimed constantly, and the numbers kept rising. Finally, Lin Li’s heart gave a jolt, and he pushed Leng Ningxue away with a laugh.

“Haha, who would have thought—the dignified heiress of the Leng family would show such a side of herself.”

“What would people think if they found out?”

Leng Ningxue stared coldly at Lin Li. “Would you let anyone know?”

Lin Li shook his head. “Who can say? Maybe I’ve already recorded everything here on video.”

“Miss Leng, I am not a good person. Everything I do is perfectly reasonable, don’t you think?”

Panting heavily, Leng Ningxue glared at Lin Li. She had lost all control, and once again threw herself at him.

Lin Li frowned. A little game was fine, just to earn some villain points. But if this went on, it would get troublesome; he wasn’t ready to turn against so many people yet. With no other option, he restrained Leng Ningxue.

“It’s about time, isn’t it? Please, you can’t be this slow to react—do I really have to help you out?”

With that thought, Lin Li picked up Leng Ningxue’s phone and sent a text to Chen Yu. Then, he made himself some instant noodles and sat nearby, scrolling through his phone.

Leng Ningxue was furious. At first, she truly believed something would happen, but Lin Li only took minimal advantage and stopped there. Did she really have no appeal for him?

“Lin Li! Are you even a man?” she shouted angrily.

“Whether I am or not, perhaps you’ll find out in the future,” Lin Li replied. “But right now, Miss Leng, don’t forget that I saved you. If someone caught you in your current state, you know what the newspapers would say tomorrow, right?”

Leng Ningxue fell silent.

Lin Li slurped his noodles and continued, “Of course, if you want to prove yourself, I don’t mind waiting until you’re sober. But as for your current state, let’s forget it. I’m no gentleman, but I’ve never thought of taking advantage of someone in distress.”

With that, Lin Li ignored her.

Chen Yu proved efficient; half an hour later, she arrived with another woman.

“Wow, what are you two up to?” The woman stood about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a playful, adorable long dress, her hair in twin ponytails, and a lollipop in her mouth. Most striking was her figure—curves that even Leng Ningxue envied. What’s more, she possessed a childlike face.

Ning Yurou.

Heiress of the Ning family, one of Jiangcheng’s four great clans. She appeared innocent and sweet, but only Lin Li knew how cunning she truly was, her games in the shadows far exceeding most people’s imagination. Naturally, she was also one of Ye Aotian’s harem.

At this moment, Leng Ningxue was tied up by Lin Li in an intricate binding, so professional that even Ning Yurou was impressed.

Ning Yurou wasn’t in a hurry; she circled Leng Ningxue, sizing her up. “Tsk tsk, if someone snapped a photo of Miss Leng like this and posted it, she’d be tomorrow’s headline in Jiangcheng.”

Chen Yu’s face was grim. “Miss Ning, now’s not the time for jokes. Please, help the young lady.”

Only then did Ning Yurou notice Lin Li, who sat cross-legged, eating noodles. “Who’s this guy—your bodyguard?”

Ignoring the out-of-control, pleading Leng Ningxue, Ning Yurou fixed her gaze on Lin Li.

Chen Yu had no idea how to respond.

Lin Li spoke calmly, “Just an insignificant passerby. Miss Ning, I know you and Miss Leng have never gotten along, but in Jiangcheng, if anyone can help her now, it’s you—the miracle doctor. Please lend a hand.”

Ning Yurou snorted. “Who are you, to order me around? If you know what’s happening to her, why don’t you take care of it yourself? Just sacrifice a bit of your charm and she’ll recover. It’s a win-win—if you married into the Leng family, that would be a meteoric rise for you, wouldn’t it?”

She eyed Lin Li skeptically. Was there really a man in this world who could remain unmoved in such circumstances? Especially since Leng Ningxue was now completely out of control—she didn’t even need instructions from Lin Li; she could invent plenty of tricks on her own. In this state, could he truly resist?

Lin Li glanced at Ning Yurou. “Do as you like, I’m leaving her to you. What happens next is none of my concern.”

“I’m leaving.” With those words, Lin Li walked out of the room, leaving Chen Yu dumbfounded.

When she woke up, she had genuinely thought her mistress was in danger. But never had she expected things to unfold like this. Not only was Leng Ningxue unharmed, she had been rescued.

Who was this man, really?