Ice-Cold Bingbing, True to Her Name

Endymion felt a bit curious. Following Fang Yang's gaze, he couldn't help but pause in surprise — what a stunning girl!

Describing her as an angel's face with a devil's body was no exaggeration. Perfect features were flawlessly framed on her radiant oval face. Her long black hair fell straight to her waist. She wore a sleeveless tight top paired with an ultra-short skirt, revealing long, slender legs, exuding an alluring and seductive aura.

However, despite this exceptionally sexy appearance, her jet-black eyes emitted a piercing icy chill. Even before she approached, Endymion already felt a strong coldness radiating from her.

Could this be Liu Qinglin? Endymion thought quietly. This sexy and cool beauty matched Fang Yang's earlier description quite well.

"Fang Yang, where were you last night?" The cold, sexy girl strode directly up to them, fixing Fang Yang with a sharp gaze. Her voice was clear and melodious, yet colder than the chill she seemed to emanate. Although it was summer, Endymion felt as if winter had suddenly arrived.

"Ah, Bingbing… last night, I, uh…" Fang Yang's teeth chattered nervously. He clearly feared this girl. But judging by how he addressed her, she wasn't Liu Qinglin.

Bingbing? Endymion smiled slightly to himself — the name really suited her!

"What are you smiling at?" Bingbing looked at Endymion.

"Huh? You talking to me?" Endymion pointed at himself, mouth agape. He hadn't expected trouble from her so soon.

"Nonsense!" Bingbing snorted coldly. "If not you, then who else?"

"Bingbing, this is my friend Endymion. We were together last night," Fang Yang quickly cut in.

"You really were with him?" Bingbing asked Endymion directly.

"Uh…" Endymion glanced at Fang Yang, who pleaded silently with his eyes. Endymion nodded. "Yes, we were discussing something."

"Hmph, Fang Yang, next time you don't come home at night, make sure to notify me first, or you'll regret it!" Bingbing seemed convinced by Endymion's words, warned Fang Yang, then turned and left.

"Phew, that was close!" Fang Yang sighed deeply once she was gone.

"Who is she?" Endymion asked curiously. This guy boasted about charming all the beauties at Noding, yet he looked terrified of this one.

"She's Tan Bingbing, my fiancée," Fang Yang answered with a bitter face.

"Fiancée?" Endymion was surprised. "She said you don't come home at night — do you live together?"

"Yes, her home is at the school, and I usually stay there too." Fang Yang's face fell. "Honestly, I don't want to live there, but I have no choice. I dare not disobey her."

"Heh, living with her must make it hard to chase other girls, huh?" Endymion laughed.

"Hard? It's impossible! You have no idea — she's more controlling than my mom. Whatever I do, she has to supervise. If I come home late, she'll scold me." Fang Yang poured out his grievances. "She's really dictatorial. I can't disagree with anything she says or does. And she's violent — whenever I try to resist, she uses force to suppress me."

"Aren't you an ability user? How can she beat you?" Endymion was puzzled. Though he didn't know Fang Yang's ability, surely it wasn't possible for him to lose to a woman?

"My ability isn't good for fighting. She's an expert martial artist, and in a mech, I'm even more outmatched. She's already a mech knight," Fang Yang looked dejected. "Long story short, I'm doomed to be tortured by her forever."

An unreasonable woman is trouble; a violent and unreasonable woman with great strength is terrifying. Tan Bingbing was just that — no wonder Fang Yang looked like a mouse seeing a cat whenever she appeared.

Sympathy for Fang Yang grew in Endymion's heart. He patted his shoulder comfortingly: "Actually, having such a beautiful fiancée like Bingbing isn't bad at all!"

"Don't mention it, man!" Fang Yang's gloom deepened. "Honestly, Bingbing's face and figure definitely rank top three at Noding Academy. But so what?"

"Uh, is there some other problem?" Endymion asked as they arrived at the cafeteria and sat down.

"She's my fiancée, and we live together, but to this day I haven't even touched her hand. She's a beautiful ice queen — you can see but never touch!" Fang Yang grumbled. "No matter how good her looks or figure, what use is it?"

Endymion had nothing to say — that kind of fiancée must be pretty frustrating.

After breakfast, Endymion finally shook off Fang Yang and returned to his dorm. He tidied himself up a bit and headed outside toward the academy's outskirts.

About a hundred meters from school was a subway station. Although Galactic Alliance technology was highly advanced, with flying cars and even mechs used for transport, strict airspace control forbade flying in most urban areas. Hence, subway remained the most common public transit.

As the central city of Shui Meng Star, Shui Lan City had roughly 50 million residents. In this society of growing wealth disparity, most were ordinary workers who relied on subway for commuting — cheap and fast.

Joining the throngs of commuters, Endymion quickly found a seat, knowing it would be full by the next stop.

Closing his eyes briefly, his mind conjured the beautiful image of his aunt, Yu Xuenah.

Yu Xuenah was Endymion's mother Yu Qian's half-sister, ten years older. Since Endymion's earliest memories, this beautiful aunt had cared for him most tenderly. Even now, as the Endymion family had almost abandoned him, Yu Xuenah's affection remained unchanged. To Endymion, she was his closest kin.

As a child, Yu Xuenah was also frail. Though she barely managed to pilot mechs, her path as a mech warrior was limited. But her talent in mech design and manufacturing was astounding. Before eighteen, she became the chief mech designer of the Noding Group.

The Noding Group ranked among the top ten conglomerates in the Galactic Alliance. Although it covered many industries, its core was mech production. Each year, nearly 40% of the Alliance's mech demand was supplied by Noding Group.

The academy's name came from Noding Group. While the academy wasn't founded by the group, all its training mechs were supplied free by Noding.

A mech knight's combat power depended not only on skill but on the mech's performance. Better-designed mechs meant stronger knights. Therefore, top mech designers like Yu Xuenah held esteemed status in the Alliance.

Though young, Yu Xuenah was highly respected, and her stunning looks and alluring figure attracted countless suitors — yet none had won her heart.

She was a workaholic, devoting nearly all her time to mech research. To design superior mechs, she often forgot everything else. But one thing she never forgot: Endymion's birthday.

Every year, no matter how busy or important her tasks, she cleared her schedule on that day just to celebrate with him.

Recalling those birthdays filled Endymion's heart with warmth and happiness.

Suddenly, someone gently tugged his sleeve, pulling him back from the memory. Opening his eyes, he looked around in confusion.