Chapter 15: The Twin School Beauties

In the afternoon, Lu Feng toured the office spaces and warehouses of Yun’an Group. Su Dao’an was quite busy, so Assistant Chen accompanied Lu Feng instead. After the tour, Assistant Chen went off to handle his work.

Lu Feng entered the break room, intending to have a cup of tea. As he searched for tea leaves, the receptionist who had previously offended him walked in, “accidentally” running into him.

“Mr. Feng, would you like coffee or tea? Let me make it for you,” the receptionist said with a charming smile, sidling up to Lu Feng and taking the electric kettle from his hand.

“No need, I can do it myself,” Lu Feng replied.

“There’s no need to be so formal, Mr. Feng. My name is Mo Ru; you can call me Xiao Ru,” the receptionist said, her smile turning coquettish.

“My name is Lu Feng, not Mr. Feng,” Lu Feng said.

“Mr. Feng, you’re so funny,” the receptionist giggled.

How am I funny? Lu Feng wondered, baffled.

The receptionist tugged at her blouse, making it more fitted to accentuate her figure, and even loosened the collar, inviting glances at her rounded curves.

Yet Lu Feng barely glanced her way.

The receptionist brewed a cup of Pu’er tea and handed it to Lu Feng. She slipped a small note beneath the cup, stealthily pressing it into Lu Feng’s hand as she leaned in and whispered, “Don’t forget to call me when you have time.”

Ahem, ahem...

Assistant Chen stood in the doorway, coughing twice.

The receptionist cast a flirtatious smile and reluctantly left the break room.

“Did I come at a bad time?” Assistant Chen asked with a grin. He’d guessed Lu Feng had no interest in the receptionist, which gave him the courage to interrupt; had Lu Feng been a notorious playboy, he would have stayed clear.

“Perfect timing. Here, take this,” Lu Feng said, handing the tea and note to Assistant Chen.

“So generous, Mr. Feng?” Assistant Chen joked.

“What is it?” Lu Feng cut straight to the point.

“It’s almost time to get off work. The Chairman said if you want to go home, I should drive you,” Assistant Chen said, putting the tea back on the table and slipping the note into his pocket.

“Aren’t you an assistant? Why do I feel like you’re actually a chauffeur?” Lu Feng asked, puzzled.

“No, I’m really a nanny. Anything related to the Chairman, I have to be on call twenty-four hours a day,” Assistant Chen replied.

“Well, since there’s nothing else, let’s head back,” said Lu Feng, walking out.

Assistant Chen followed, saying, “Second Miss has things to attend to at her precinct today, so I’ll pick up Miss Su on the way home. We’ll need to stop at the Medical University first.”

“Oh,” Lu Feng replied.

The Medical University was located in University Town, quite a distance from the city center, adding about ten minutes to their journey.

As the car entered University Town, the atmosphere completely changed. Unlike the decadence of the business district, the campus was filled with youthful energy, lacking grand architecture but marked by traces of youthful days.

They arrived at the Medical University gate just as the last afternoon class ended. Groups of students emerged from the classrooms, some heading to the cafeteria, others returning to the dorms.

Assistant Chen gazed at the campus and couldn’t help but remark, “This is youth—it feels so long ago.”

Lu Feng, who had grown up in the mountains and rarely interacted with peers, suddenly felt the urge to get out and walk among so many young men and women.

“What class is Su Muyu in? I’ll go take a look,” Lu Feng asked.

Assistant Chen stopped the car and pointed at a teaching building. “Good idea. Parking isn’t allowed here, so I’ll circle around. Please fetch Miss Su. Today’s class is Traditional Chinese Medicine Diagnostics, held in Room 302 of the main TCM building—the tallest one.”

“Alright,” Lu Feng said, getting out and entering the campus.

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Su Muyu had always wished to become a police officer, inspired by events in her childhood, but her health prevented her from passing the police academy exams.

Though she dreamed of law enforcement, Su Muyu was even more fascinated by traditional Chinese medicine—perhaps due to her frail constitution, or maybe because she was deeply drawn to the wonders of ancient prescriptions.

On the Medical University’s campus forum, restless single men annually posted to crown the campus queen. Freshmen girls were quickly discovered and featured on the forum. When Su Muyu arrived at the Medical University, she attracted considerable attention and was instantly declared one of the twin campus queens.

This was because her twin sister, Su Muqing, had accompanied her, arriving in a cute and flashy red Beetle, drawing countless eyes.

Even now, people still inquire about which class the twin campus queen’s sister attends, but to the heartbreak of the single men, Su Muqing wasn’t at the Medical University—she studied at the Police Academy.

Still, Su Muqing often drove her Beetle over to pick up Su Muyu.

Whenever the red Beetle appeared, it was met with a barrage of candid photos.

Su Muyu was dubbed “the water lily” on the campus forum—quiet and serene, evoking a desire for peaceful admiration.

Su Muqing, on the other hand, was called “the fiery red lotus.” She had gotten into fights at the Medical University, more than once, her fiery temper inspiring awe among the trembling male students.

Her selection as a campus queen by the Medical University annoyed the Police Academy students, since she was their student. Why should the Medical University claim her?

The rivalry escalated, with male students from both universities even getting into scuffles. The outcome was predictable—preparatory police versus preparatory doctors, the difference in fighting prowess was clear.

After the Medical University students were beaten, they felt it was unfair to settle matters by brawling and switched to online games. Every quarrel on the forums eventually turned into a gaming showdown, and regardless of who won or lost, neither side admitted defeat.

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The bell rang for the end of class. Su Muyu walked out of the classroom, chatting and laughing with two female classmates.

Girls’ conversations were wonderfully diverse—from boys to cosmetics, from celebrities to sanitary pads. Medical University girls had an extra topic: herbal beauty treatments.

Just as Su Muyu stepped outside the teaching building, a large bouquet of white roses was suddenly thrust before her.

Immediately, a slick-haired young man stood coolly in front of her, his voice affectedly deep and magnetic. “Muyu, do you like them?”

Her two classmates saw what was happening, smiled knowingly, and made a quick exit. Su Muyu tried to stop them, “Hey! Don’t leave.”

“Your prince has arrived; we don’t want to play witches,” the girls laughed as they ran off.

If Lu Feng had been there, he would have recognized this slick-haired young man as the one from the car accident earlier that morning.

His name was Ye Wuhua—a name chosen by his parents in hopes their son would be "plain and unadorned." But while the ideal was lofty, reality was less so; instead of plainness, he became known as "talentless."

Ye Wuhua blocked Su Muyu’s path with his bouquet, declaring with TV-drama flair, “Ninety-nine roses, each carefully chosen. I know you don’t like red roses—only pure white suits you.”

Su Muyu, gentle by nature and often unable to refuse others, felt flustered in this situation.

“Ye Wuhua, don’t do this,” she said, bewildered by the crowd gathering around.

“I’ll stop if you agree to be my girlfriend,” Ye Wuhua replied with a grin.

Su Muyu grew even more anxious; for those unable to refuse, persistent pursuit was terrifying.

“Are you free tonight? Let’s have dinner together,” Ye Wuhua pressed.

“She’s not free,” a voice called out from afar. Lu Feng walked up to Su Muyu.

“Who are you?” Ye Wuhua asked irritably, sizing Lu Feng up. He thought Lu Feng looked familiar.