Chapter 62: Yan Moci Appears in the Library

Su Xiyan was originally standing there alone, but upon hearing that voice she suddenly jerked her head up.

Seeing Yan Moci standing there like that, Su Xiyan couldn't help but blink, feeling as if she were dreaming.

In the midst of speaking, Yan Moci had already walked to her side.

Her pupils widened slightly, and she softly exclaimed, "Yan Moci, how could you come! You're crazy, you actually showed up in front of so many people!"

Moreover, this is Beijing University! Yan Fanqing and Yan Ningyue are both here! Aren't you afraid?

Yan Moci chuckled, his voice alluring and wanton, "Dongzi told me you were being bullied. Yan Yan, I will never let you face all this alone again."

"Rest assured, I checked before coming; they're not at school today."

"I've been bedridden at home for years without showing my face, so these people don't know me."

Su Xiyan gritted her teeth, "What about Feng Yan then!"

Yan Moci chuckled, "What a coincidence; when I was well earlier, he was sick.

"Now he's better, and it's my turn to be ill."

Su Xiyan breathed a sigh of relief; these two medicine bottles can actually achieve seamless continuity!

But she still nervously said, "Now the internet is so developed; what if someone films you?"

Yan Moci gave Su Xiyan an indulgent smile, "I've heard that universities nowadays have something called a confession wall; with my looks, I'm indeed rather dangerous."

Su Xiyan couldn't help but roll her eyes, muttering, "Narcissist!"

"So we need to act quickly!"

Having said that, Yan Moci abruptly rose to his feet and looked at the crowd, "Sorry, everyone, no matter what attitude you so-called lofty students have toward Professor Su, but from now on we won't be teaching.

I've heard that Beijing University has two experimental buildings constructed six years ago, built single-handedly by Professor Su with her own money and effort, and to this day they continue to send countless astonishing academic achievements to the international community.

But starting today, Professor Su will formally reclaim these two experimental buildings, including all the patented experimental equipment inside that she privately owns."

"Heavens! Could he be talking about those two Su Buildings!"

"No way! My dream of entering Beijing University was just to get into those two Su Buildings!

"If they're taken back, my whole aspiration to study will truly collapse!"

"Hah, you call that aspiration to study! I've always revered that mysterious Professor Su as a deity.

"That is my sole belief in studying math and physics, my electricity and light, my only myth!

"And just now I actually followed a parasitic rich girl and openly bullied my god!! Let me die!!"

Beijing University's library probably won't be this lively again in a lifetime; taking advantage of the crowd's chatter, Su Xiyan tugged at Yan Moci's sleeve,

"Yan Moci, how did you know about this?"

Yan Moci firmly grasped Su Xiyan's restless little hand, gently pinching the tender flesh on her soft joints, and he whispered:

"You've done so many things that there are bound to be a few incidents big enough that they weren't covered up properly.

"And Yan Yan, you seriously underestimate your husband."

!!!

If Su Xiyan didn't misremember, it seems they were still in a cold war before leaving home today!

Did Yan Moci suddenly clear his Ren and Du meridians, or was he suddenly possessed by someone!

Such wolfish words really aren't something a 20-year-old pure-hearted maiden like her can hear!

Noticing Su Xiyan's astonished expression, Yan Moci couldn't help but chuckle,

"Just teasing you."

Su Xiyan hummed and hawed, indicating, "You really scared me to death!"

Yan Moci gave Su Xiyan an indulgent smile, then stared straight at Feng Yan,

"As for this CEO Feng, I think using the Feng family's influence to threaten Beijing University is somewhat overreaching.

"Moreover, you'd better weigh things; above the Feng family, is there anyone who could tolerate your such grandiose remarks."

To avoid revealing his identity, Yan Moci's words were brief, but they were enough to leave Feng Yan feeling suspicious and uneasy.

As Yan Moci publicly announced Su Xiyan's identity, more and more people began raising their phones to film.

Seeing the situation gradually spiral out of control, Yan Moci tightly held Su Xiyan in his arms, his voice enveloping her entirely,

"Hold on tight, we're leaving."

Su Xiyan entrusted her whole self to Yan Moci, firmly saying, "Mm!"

Watching Su Xiyan and Yan Moci depart hand in hand, Su Xiwei's eyes filled with resentment to the extreme,

"Just who is that man! How could he appear here!"

"And there actually exists in this world a man so exquisitely gorgeous, nearly demonic!"

Gazing at Yan Moci and Su Xiyan's faces, a perfect match like divine partners, Su Xiwei's jealousy burned to the point of madness!

"Could this person be the Yan family's living dead?"

"But how could that be; he's clearly been paralyzed in bed all along!"

Su Xiwei fiercely bit her lower lip, "Just who is this man!"

"Where on earth did Su Xiyan find such a high-quality man; at a glance he exudes extraordinary nobility!"

"How could the Yan family tolerate her running around outside provoking men!"

Su Xiwei suddenly realized, she gave a sinister smile,

"Right, how could she forget, there's also the Yan family!"

"Su Xiyan dares to give the Yan family such a huge green hat; she just doesn't believe the Yan family could swallow this insult!"

After being led away from the library by Yan Moci, Su Xiyan's mood seemed fine.

From the library onward, their hands remained clasped without letting go.

Walking along Beijing University's winding paths, feeling sunlight filter through the dense leaves onto their faces, the two's atmosphere was tranquil and yet beautiful.

"Make way, make way!"

A tram sped past like wind and lightning, and Yan Moci, quick-eyed and quick-handed, pulled Su Xiyan into his arms.

"Be careful."

Yan Moci's low voice sounded beside her ear, sending a shiver of numbness through Su Xiyan.

She whispered softly, "Yan Moci, I'm not used to how you look now."

Yan Moci lowered his head, looking at Su Xiyan's round little head, with obediently swirling hair and a stray mischievous cowlick, and asked softly:

"What do I look like now?"

"And you, this genius girl, medical saint, major shareholder of the pharmaceutical company, when are you embarrassed?"

Being called out like this in public by Yan Moci with all her aliases, Su Xiyan inexplicably felt a wave of shame.

Moreover, his teasing tone also made Su Xiyan feel that Yan Moci was teasing her.

She let out an "eh" sound, pushed Yan Moci away, and ran off into the distance.

But she didn't know, elsewhere.

Yan Fanqing looked at the video in his hand, his brows slowly furrowing with danger.