Chapter 7 Xie Lin Goes Mad

Chapter 7 Xie Lin Goes Mad

"Xie Lin, take me home. I have class soon and I need to present my PPT."

Seeing the delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly in front of him, he felt a prickling sensation in his heart, a painful yet itchy feeling.

"Get up, get dressed, your husband will take you back to school."

Xie Lin's matte black Maybach roared arrogantly as it rolled over puddles on the road, startling a flock of sparrows into flight.

Lin Mianmian, wearing a brand-new dress, clutched her schoolbag and shrank into the passenger seat.

"Cold?" He held the steering wheel with one hand and took a blanket from the car to cover her knees.

"Baby, do you want to get your nails done?" Xie Lin asked gently and considerately as he drove. "I see other girls doing it."

He handed her the VIP membership card for the "Peach Blossom" nail salon.

Lin Mianmian didn't answer; her mind wasn't on the task at all. She was only thinking about how she was going to be late and how her classmates in her group would be worried sick if she couldn't make it.

The arrow is on the string and must be released.

"Can you hurry up? I'm going to be late!" Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed together.

When the traffic suddenly became congested, he suddenly leaned over and pulled on his seatbelt to fasten it again.

The metal clasp clicked, and warm lips brushed against her earlobe: "There was a small red mole here last night." A long, slender index finger slid down her spine.

"Xie Lin!" Lin Mianmian was both angry and anxious about his dissolute behavior, but she couldn't do anything about it.

Xie Lin smiled, his brow bone piercing gleaming. The Maybach drove blatantly into the campus, attracting everyone's attention.

"Young Master Xie changed cars again?" Laughter erupted from the milk tea shop near the school gate.

A few male students from the sports academy deliberately knocked on the car window: "Can you fit all of us in the back seat?"

Xie Lin chuckled and rolled down the car window, then suddenly pulled Mianmian's hand to his lips and kissed it: "See? My wife's special seat. There's no room."

He clenched his little hand and stroked his cheek, his peach blossom eyes calm and earnest: "I'll pick you up after school, Marshal misses you. You keep asking Dad to pick up Mom every day."

Marshal was Xie Lin's adopted Samoyed. Lin Mianmian hurriedly got off the car, grabbed her schoolbag and ran to Building H, where she finished her report in class.

A document about subsidies for students from impoverished families popped up in the class group on WeChat. The advisor sent her a WeChat message asking her to prepare the necessary documents and deliver them to her office.

The administrative office of University A. Lin Mianmian needed to get a stamp for a certificate of financial hardship from the administrative office.

"Teacher? I need to get a stamp. Do you have time?" She spoke softly and politely, showing utmost respect to the male teacher in front of her.

A snobbish male teacher saw Lin Mianmian, leisurely sipping his tea, and deliberately pretended not to hear her.

"Teacher? I just need a stamp, it'll only take a minute," Lin Mianmian asked patiently.

The man, with his legs crossed, remained silent, putting on airs and pretending not to see anything.

He blew on the hot tea, slowly swallowed it, and appeared serene and content, as if Lin Mianmian didn't exist.

"Teacher?" the girl asked again, which made Lin Mianmian stand for an hour. She kept dawdling and couldn't get a word out. Lin Mianmian's legs were aching from standing, and her counselor sent her a message urging her to hurry up.

"Teacher, the administrative office won't process it." Message sent.

"That means your materials are incomplete. Go back and redo them. Don't waste Professor Liu's time." The advisor denied the information without even asking any questions.

"Teacher, it's me." He typed and deleted in the input box, sighing silently to himself, "Why didn't you listen to her?"

That's just how the world is; the weak don't even have a chance to explain themselves.

The man clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at Lin Mianmian with disdain, then began to nitpick the materials, his words filled with contempt.

"Tsk, Lin Mianmian, right? Your materials are incomplete. Go back and reissue them! We're very busy here, we're not just serving you."

Lin Mianmian, suppressing her anger, explained, "Teacher! It's complete!"

Lin Mianmian was right. It was the other party who deliberately delayed. They were nothing but had a little power and used it to torment students to satisfy their pleasure in being in power.

A moment later, a girl came in pulling a suitcase, carrying an LV bag, and dressed head-to-toe in designer brands. She tossed the application for the student status of a student from a poor family onto the table and touched the stamping area with her manicured nails.

Upon seeing that she was from a wealthy family, the man immediately stood up, bowing and scraping like a dog. He didn't care whether the documents were complete or not, and simply stamped the document with his seal.

“Teacher, this is mine.” Lin Mianmian pushed his poverty student application materials forward.

The man glanced at her impatiently and scolded her irritably, "I told you I'm busy, why aren't you leaving yet?" He pushed the girl forward forcefully, and Lin Mianmian almost tripped.

Xie Lin appeared at the door at some point and overheard the conversation.

Wild Wolf's pupils instantly turned sinister. He clenched his fists, pushed open the door, and entered. His powerful aura instantly cooled the office.

He didn't even glance at the scoundrel, walked over to Lin Mianmian, pulled her behind him, and gently asked, "What kind of stamp do you need?"

When he turned to look at the teacher, his eyes were as cold as knives, and a cold, roguish smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "You, now, immediately, stamp her seal."

"Or you can just roll up your sleeve and get out of here?" He slowly moved his wrists, his knuckles making a crisp cracking sound.

"Who do you think you are? Don't you know how to respect a teacher?" The man glanced at Xie Lin, looking condescending.

"You're with Lin Mianmian? Oh, you're both from impoverished backgrounds, aren't you?" Her attitude was frivolous and her tone was full of disdain.

Xie Lin made a phone call: "There's some slovenly-looking guy in the academic affairs office who has no professional ethics. Tell him to get lost." "Who is it? Young Master?"

"You're the big boss, you can check the surveillance footage yourself." Xie Lin had little patience.

"Oh, you've even put on an act. The teacup I'm using is something you couldn't afford even if you worked hard for 30 years." The male teacher smiled disdainfully.

"You think you're some kind of rich kid from Beijing's elite circles?" the man sneered. "Here's what we'll do: I'm a kind person. Give me a little something, and I'll give you both a stamp."

He strolled leisurely around the office with his teacup, giving them meaningful glances.

"Okay." Xie Lin raised his peach blossom eyes and looked at the male teacher with a roguish and playful expression.

Xie Lin transferred one million to him directly. The male teacher was shocked and began to stammer, "This, how is this possible?"

A few moments later, the phone rang in the administration office, which terrified them so much that they turned pale and hurriedly stamped the document. "Remember, my legal team will be calling you later and accusing you of extortion."

Xie Lin took the stamped documents and handed them to Lin Mianmian, then pulled her away and didn't look at the teacher again.

Lin Mianmian looked at his large hand tightly gripping her wrist with mixed feelings. She tried to pull away, but he released her first and whispered, "Tell me next time something like this happens."

"Don't bear it all by yourself anymore. Do you want to break your husband's heart?" The man was about to cry again, his eyes starting to redden.

"Thank you, Xie Lin."

"I've repaid what I owed you, and we're even from now on." The slender figure walked away coldly.

"Mianmian~" Xie Lin stopped himself from saying it, afraid of annoying him.