Chapter 12: I'm Going to Die, I'm Going to Die, I'm Going to Die...

Seeing that Jiang Yunqi was clearly intimidated by his presence, Chu Fei’s lips curled upward; this was exactly the reaction he wanted. Girls like Jiang Yunqi, so fawned over by countless sycophants, were praised so highly by the boys around them that their heads were in the clouds, inevitably leading to arrogance. If he took the usual approach, he’d probably be written off as just another hopeless admirer before he even got a word in.

So Chu Fei chose a different path. His series of maneuvers left Jiang Yunqi a little shaken, a little unhinged—letting her know that he was nothing like those other hangers-on. At the very least, he wouldn’t indulge her, and might even bite back.

When Chu Fei started talking to Jiang Yunqi, Jiang Yangrong’s lackeys grew visibly disgruntled.

“Boss Jiang, isn’t he making a fool out of you?”

“Yeah, he’s practically stepping on you like a doormat just to flirt with the goddess!”

“Jiang Yunqi’s blushing—damn, he made her blush!”

Jiang Yangrong immediately slapped the lackey. “Do you think I need you to point that out? If it weren’t for Qiqi banning me from using violence, I’d have that brat on his knees begging for mercy!”

But as soon as the words left his mouth, Jiang Yangrong was suddenly sent flying by an invisible slap from Chu Fei, collapsing in a faint. His lackeys rushed to check on him, but none blamed Chu Fei—after all, he was standing far away. To these ordinary onlookers, it never occurred that Chu Fei could be responsible. They could only assume Jiang Yangrong was putting on some kind of acrobatic act. Yet how had he ended up face-planting?

“Hey, I asked you a question. Are you going to answer before you’re reincarnated?” Chu Fei dusted off his hands, lighting a cigarette in the process.

Jiang Yunqi, watching this young man exhale smoke, finally regained her composure. Her earlier blush had been because Chu Fei’s words had pierced straight through to her real thoughts. Her claims about not dating anyone were mere excuses—it all boiled down to the fact that no man had ever truly caught her eye. But hearing this from his mouth felt like a jab, as if he were mocking her for “keeping a harem.”

A little fairy like her—could she really be accused of “fishing” for admirers? Casting the net was her skill; getting caught in it was their privilege. Being a simp was a matter of mutual consent!

Jiang Yunqi reclaimed her confidence and shot back, “What does my dating life have to do with you? Do you live in the ocean or something, that you have to meddle in everything?”

Ah, so she’s a firecracker too.

Before Chu Fei could reply, the other students started jeering:

“Well said, Goddess Jiang! Guys like him deserve to be put in their place!”

“Kid, this is university, not high school. If you think you can get her attention with cheap tricks, you’re too naïve!”

“What’s his major? I’m going to report him to his advisor for daring to speak that way to my goddess!”

Chu Fei paid them no mind. All their words, as they reached his ears, sounded like nothing but a chorus of barking dogs.

Why waste my time arguing with these sycophants? When it comes to wooing women, all they know is theory—they’re good for nothing but wasting paper.

“Sure, but if you’re hoping to fish in my waters, don’t even think about it.” Chu Fei smiled at Jiang Yunqi, utterly unruffled. Playful banter with a touch of mischief could easily close the distance between them, especially after the forceful persona he’d just displayed. The sudden shift would leave a girl unsure what to make of him, stirring her curiosity and paving the way for more conversation.

But Jiang Yunqi was no novice herself. She sneered, “So this is how you try to get a girl’s attention? Just as they said—too childish. Kiddo, your tricks won’t work on someone like me.”

With that, Jiang Yunqi spun on her heel, dragging her friend with her—cool as a gunslinger in a western, never looking back after firing her shot.

Seeing Chu Fei left alone, the crowd erupted in fresh mockery.

“So much for his swagger—Goddess Jiang didn’t even spare him a glance! Who’s he putting on a show for?”

“I thought he’d pull off something impressive, but he just landed himself in a mess!”

“Oh my god, does he really think that was cool? Typical delusional guy!”

But then, with a single light remark, Chu Fei brought Jiang Yunqi to a halt.

“My name’s Chu Fei. Miss—no, Jiang Yunqi, you wouldn’t want your personal fan club to find out about our relationship, would you?”

Jiang Yunqi froze. Since childhood, her grandfather had told her that Chu Fei was her betrothed. She had never even met him before; who could have guessed he’d show up at her school today? If this got out, how could she keep up her single-girl persona?

“Qiqi, what’s wrong?” her friend Roman asked, noticing her ashen face.

Jiang Yunqi turned around, uncertain. “Are you really Chu Fei?”

“Yes, and I have the marriage—”

Chu Fei hadn’t even finished saying “certificate” when Jiang Yunqi sprang forward and stomped on his face. But Chu Fei didn’t budge, unfazed; instead, it was Jiang Yunqi who felt her calf ache.

What was with this guy’s ironclad head!

After a moment of exasperation, she grabbed Chu Fei by the collar and dragged him away. Chu Fei raised his hands in surrender, his mischievous expression a slap in the face to his earlier detractors.

“What’s going on? Did the goddess just reward him?”

“Ugh, I’m so jealous! I want to be her pet, dragged off just like that!”

“Is she that strong? Is she training for grad school or something?”

“What did that guy say his relationship with the goddess was?”

“No idea, but she looked pretty flustered. Could they really…? No way, absolutely not!”

“Damn, he’s unbelievable!”

Ignoring the shocked and heated discussions behind them, Jiang Yunqi marched Chu Fei to a secluded spot. Only when she was sure they were alone did she raise her chin, putting on her fiercest look and threatening, “No one can know about our relationship!”

“Beg me,” Chu Fei replied, staring at her with narrow, amused eyes.

“Is this how you threaten girls? Are you even a man?” Jiang Yunqi was genuinely angry now.

Chu Fei’s voice grew silky and suggestive. “Get on your knees and beg, and I’ll loosen my belt to show you what being a man really means.”

At first, Jiang Yunqi didn’t quite process this. When the image finally hit her, she instinctively licked her lips, then exploded, “Bastard! I’ll kill you!”

But before she could act, a car came hurtling toward them—not driving, but thrown straight at them. Jiang Yunqi, seeing it about to crush her, squeezed her eyes shut and screamed, “I’m going to die! I’m going to die!”

But after a long moment, she realized the car hadn’t hit her. Unable to resist, she opened her eyes and saw Chu Fei standing protectively in front of her. The car was now neatly sliced in two, both halves lying behind them.

He had saved her?

Jiang Yunqi gazed at Chu Fei’s profile, her feelings complicated. From this angle, the guy was actually pretty handsome.

Unfortunately, Chu Fei’s next words doused her budding affection like a bucket of cold water.

“Save that ‘I’m going to die’ line for when we’re in bed,” he quipped.

Jiang Yunqi instantly realized his innuendo and gritted her teeth. “You’re still making jokes at a time like this? That person was after you, wasn’t he?”

Chu Fei grinned, eyes fixed on their assailant. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll take care of it.”