His anger was not obvious

In the heavy silence of the car, no one spoke. Wan Qing sat stiffly, motionless. Suddenly, Mu Tianyang asked, "Is he Wei Linshu?"

"How do you know?" Wan Qing looked up, her eyes full of fear.

Mu Tianyang, however, remained indifferent, his expression neutral. "The letter had a signature."

Seeing his calm demeanor, which suggested he wasn't angry, Wan Qing relaxed a bit. Perhaps, in his eyes, it wasn't even worth mentioning? All he wanted was her body, no emotions involved, so why should he be angry?

"What did he write?" she asked.

"Guess," he smiled cryptically.

Wan Qing shivered under his smile, her heart tightening. It seemed like he was just hiding his anger... subtly.

When they got out of the car, Mu Tianyang said to A Cheng, "Transfer her to another school."

Wan Qing froze, staring at him in shock but didn't dare protest. So, he really was upset, but in his own way...

A Cheng was equally stunned. "Where should she transfer to?"

"Anywhere, just make it happen," Mu Tianyang said, then walked into the villa.

Wan Qing followed him inside, placing her books aside, careful not to make any sudden moves. After a moment, when she saw Zhang Ma bringing in coffee, she immediately went over. "Let me do it."

Zhang Ma handed her the coffee, and she brought it to Mu Tianyang. "Your coffee."

Mu Tianyang glanced at her before taking the coffee from her. "Go do your homework."

Wan Qing was taken aback, unable to understand how he could be so easygoing. She grabbed her books and rushed upstairs. After about half an hour of working on her homework, she suddenly remembered the letter. She looked toward the door, sure that Mu Tianyang wouldn't come in—he was probably in the gym next door, working out.

She stood up and walked to the desk, opening the drawer.

Strange, she clearly remembered him throwing it here. Where could it be?

She searched through every drawer but still couldn't find it. Just as she was growing anxious, she heard a voice. "Want to see how Wei Linshu confessed?"

"Ah!" Wan Qing jumped up, hurriedly slamming the drawer shut. She turned around to find Mu Tianyang standing right in front of her.

He was wearing a white T-shirt, his chest damp with sweat, and his neck and arms glistening with traces of perspiration. He looked more masculine than usual, even... somewhat sexy. Wan Qing looked at his muscles, feeling a sense of unease. Would he hit her?

"Do you like him?" His eyes narrowed dangerously as he moved closer to her.

Wan Qing shook her head. "I... I was just looking for some notes."

"Notes?"

"I remember there was a note tucked in the book... but I can't find it," Wan Qing said, nervously. "Maybe... maybe you threw it away..."

He suddenly grabbed her chin. "Liar!"

"I didn't..." Wan Qing's eyes reddened, tears welling up. "I really couldn't solve that problem... so... so I was looking for my notes."

He released her, tossing the towel he was using to wipe off sweat onto the desk before sitting down in her seat. "Come here!"

Confused, Wan Qing walked toward him. He pulled her onto his lap, resting his chin on her head and softly asking, "Which problem?"

"Huh?"

"What problem?" He repeated, a little impatient.

"..." Was he going to help her with the problem? Wan Qing was stunned. She hesitated, pointing to the test paper. "This one."

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