Feng Yi, usually aloof, darted towards her like a rocket. Had human tails not evolved away, his would have been wagging furiously.

Qiao Li watched him approach, his excitement palpable. His actions and attitude conveyed a powerful sense of need and love.

He smelled of alcohol. He stopped before her, his dark eyes shining like stars. He looked incredibly puppy-like.

On a whim, Qiao Li extended her hand, "Shake."

Confused, but happy at the prospect of holding her hand, Feng Yi placed his hand in hers.

"Why are you here?" he asked, interrupting her thoughts. "I was here on business, finished late. I couldn't reach you on your phone, so I drove over."

As they spoke, the others watched from afar, speculating. Meng Shan finally understood Feng Yi's distraction. His girlfriend was stunning. Compared to the other girls, her beauty was vibrant and substantial. Despite her soft features and graceful posture, she possessed a unique strength, an air of refined elegance.

"Who is that?"

"A relative? The license plate is from Z City, isn't Feng Yi from there?" one girl suggested.

A boy scoffed, "What relative? Look at them. They're a couple."

Silence fell. Someone, envious, sneered, "She looks old."

No one responded.

Soon, a forum post appeared: "So-called Heartthrob Just a Kept Boy?" It included blurry photos.

Meanwhile, the "kept boy" was sound asleep in Qiao Li's hotel room. The next morning, after breakfast with Qiao Li, Feng Yi returned to school for class. He only saw the exploding messages after they parted.

Piecing together the fragmented information, he understood. Meng Shan sent him the photos. Qiao Li's face was blurred, but the license plate was clear. His expression darkened, a rare occurrence.

His first class was a large lecture. The moment he entered, whispers erupted. The military training incident had made him somewhat famous, even reaching other universities in the area. This inevitably sparked jealousy. Passing a group of boys, he heard their snide remarks.

"Tsk, didn't think our prestigious university would have someone like this."

"No wonder he wears designer clothes. He has a sugar mama."

"Look at his watch. Must be worth a fortune."

Feng Yi, unfazed, maintained his composure. To some, this seemed like cowardice. What's more satisfying than a defeated opponent?

They grew bolder.

"Hee hee, wonder if the sugar mama has any friends. I wouldn't mind skipping a few decades of hard work."

"Can't see her face clearly, but that body is amazing."

"Those legs… I bet Feng Yi had them up high last night. Must have been great to fvck, though she's probably been used by so many guys, she's loose down there—"

Before he could finish, Feng Yi, previously silent and impassive, sprang up and yanked the speaker from his seat. Years of basketball had given him surprising strength. He lifted the guy by his collar like a chicken, dragging him unceremoniously over others and tossing him into the hallway.

It happened so fast, the lecture hall erupted in gasps and shouts. Feng Yi, who rarely cursed, now rained punches on the guy's face.

Who could lift someone like that and drag them out so easily? The sheer force of it stunned everyone into inaction.