Chapter Seventeen: Absolutely Furious

"Don't be so fierce—I simply like you." The deep male voice sounded again, almost pressed against Mo Nian-nian.

Once more, Mo Nian-nian sensed that elusive yet familiar feeling. Her brows furrowed, but her hands did not pause; a sweeping strike aimed to topple the man before her.

Yet again, the outcome defied her expectations. The man blocked her attack, pressing himself against her so tightly that not even a sliver of space remained between them.

Mo Nian-nian wrenched herself free from his restraint, her temper finally ignited, and she launched a deadly blow. The man seemed oblivious, enduring her attack by sheer force, pinning Mo Nian-nian beneath him, and biting lightly at her lips.

In that instant, he nearly lost control to the surge of passion and madness rising within, threatening to drown him. Fortunately, his last vestige of willpower held fast, and he spun away, vanishing into the crowd.

In Mo Nian-nian's ears, his words lingered: "You belong to me now."

After such a tangled encounter, the lights-out period ended, and the hall gradually brightened. With a composed face, Mo Nian-nian searched for the man's trace.

All around her were students, their hearts fluttering with excitement, their expressions betraying the knowledge of what had just transpired.

She swept her gaze across the hall but found no suspicious figure.

A dark, terrifying light gathered in Mo Nian-nian's eyes. She reached up, touching her lips, and when her fingers brushed the wound, her expression grew uglier still.

"Sister, where did you go just now? I've been looking for you—it was so crowded," Jiang Hu approached, his face anxious.

Mo Nian-nian's expression softened a little. "I was here the whole time."

Jiang Hu drew closer, complaining about being shoved aside by a group.

Mo Nian-nian narrowed her eyes, studying Jiang Hu carefully. His build resembled that of the man from earlier.

Feigning nonchalance, she asked, "I was going to ask you—where did you go just now? I called out to you several times."

"I got pushed away," Jiang Hu explained. "I was stuck in that corner for a while, and I ran into the president of our student council." He gestured toward the council president standing amid the crowd.

The president turned and greeted him.

The more Mo Nian-nian recalled, the stronger that sense of familiarity grew. She could not say why, but her gaze settled once more on Jiang Hu.

She remembered striking that man—a blow strong enough that, even if his ribs did not break, they must have cracked.

She reached out, patting Jiang Hu’s chest with increased force. "Good thing you’re unharmed."

As she spoke, she patted his chest again, each time fiercer than before.

She made no effort to hide her actions.

Despite this, Jiang Hu’s expression remained unchanged. He looked at Mo Nian-nian with puzzled eyes.

Mo Nian-nian kept her hand on his chest, feeling around to determine if he was injured.

Suddenly, Jiang Hu’s face flushed, a faint blush blooming across his cheeks. "Sis… everyone’s watching," he whispered.

Only then did Mo Nian-nian notice the curious, teasing smiles in the eyes of those around them. In this posture, she was no different from a ruffian harassing a decent young man.

Mo Nian-nian coughed, slowly withdrawing her hand, masking her intent with a casual remark, "Nice physique."

Jiang Hu’s blush deepened, and he murmured something in a voice too low for Mo Nian-nian to hear.

As the party entered its latter half, Mo Nian-nian’s thoughts remained consumed by the scoundrel who had taken advantage of her. Her gaze roamed the crowd, searching for him.

[Did you really not see what he looked like?]

The system sounded guilty. [It was too dark—I couldn’t see anything.]

Her lips still throbbed with pain, and a cold smile curled at her mouth. [Very well.]

He’d better hope she never finds out who he is.

The system timidly asked, [What will you do if you find out?]

A sinister smile crossed Mo Nian-nian’s face. [Make him regret ever being born, of course.]

Her mind conjured countless ways to end a life, and the system saw them all. It could almost glimpse its own future.

It was nothing but a pitiful, weak little system—why should it bear all this?

It had only accidentally noticed the male lead’s growing interest in the host, and helped cover it up just a tiny bit.

Who could have guessed the male lead would act out like this?

If it told the host, she might well butcher the male lead outright, and then the task would fail.

Yet if it kept silent, its own fate seemed equally grim.

It was truly in a difficult position.

With a resentful glance at the male lead pretending to be innocent, it silently took on the burden.

Thanks to the system’s assurance, Mo Nian-nian’s suspicion toward Jiang Hu lessened. She also noticed Jiang Hu carried a scent, but it was not the one she remembered from the other man.

Jiang Hu explained it was something he picked up in the scuffle.

Mo Nian-nian wanted to check the surveillance footage, but discovered there were none in the hall—installed to protect student privacy.

Top universities truly did things their own way.

She could only return home for now, planning to think carefully about how to find that scoundrel.

Jiang Hu saw Mo Nian-nian to the door, watched her get into the car, and then headed to the hospital. An X-ray revealed fractures in his fifth and sixth ribs—he would need proper rest.

He smiled quietly, touching his lips. His sister’s blows were indeed vicious.

But it didn’t matter—he relished it.

His eyes filled with obsession as he recalled the sensation of that moment.

Soft and springy, more exquisite than anything he had ever tasted.

His sister was simply adorable—he almost lost control.

A blush stained the corners of Jiang Hu’s eyes, his gaze shimmering.

The doctor handed him his medicine, urging him to rest and, if possible, stay in the hospital for a couple of days.

Jiang Hu refused, took the medicine, and left.

Toward others, he was always stingy with even a glance.

He touched the aching spot on his chest, a satisfied smile appearing in his eyes. Only his sister could stir his emotions.

He even wished the injury would never heal—the mark she left on him was a badge of honor.

Just thinking of it made his heart threaten to burst with delight.

Sister, stay with him forever.

If anyone saw the look in his eyes, they might well have nightmares—he looked positively deranged.

The system detected the male lead’s malice value rising steadily, and hesitated whether to tell Mo Nian-nian. Then, the value dropped back to its usual level.

Just now, when the male lead kissed Mo Nian-nian, the malice value plummeted fastest of all.

It felt as though it had discovered a shortcut to completing its mission. The system quietly plotted.

If the host and the male lead ended up together, could it finally lower the malice value for good?