25: Chapter 25 A stunningly beautiful woman with an exceptionally pure and captivating appearance! The contrast…

Beneath Tang Yasu's pure exterior, she hid a wild, restless heart; this sense of contrast was enough to drive any man crazy.

The smile at the corners of Zhou Liangan's mouth deepened, and his tone became somewhat meaningful, "It's too crowded here, not a place to talk. Let's find a quieter spot and have a good chat, how about it?"

Tang Yasu's body stiffened noticeably.

She felt deep-seated disgust and fear toward the bastard in front of her, whose reputation was rotten to the core and who was loathed and reviled by countless people.

But right now, she dared not gamble with her own future.

Not to mention that this guy might hold concrete evidence in his hands.

Even if this guy didn't have evidence and was only suspicious, once any rumors spread and someone started investigating, it would only be a matter of time before this matter led back to her.

Tang Yasu was not one of those spoiled idiots protected by their Family who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.

She knew clearly that the state apparatus was a community of interests for the major noble families, and stability and following the rules were ironclad laws.

The small Jiangcheng Tang Family was nothing in the face of absolute power; even if it were dismantled, it might not even be able to stir up a ripple.

Her own future, and even the fate of the entire Family, now seemed to hang on a single word from Zhou Liangan.

After hesitating for a moment, Tang Yasu looked at Zhou Liangan's ambiguous gaze and finally realized in despair that she had no choice...

Zhou Liangan took out his phone directly and booked a presidential suite at a five-star hotel near the school.

"Let's go, my Young Miss Tang." Zhou Liangan embraced Tang Yasu and swaggered out of the teaching building.

It was currently the peak time for school dismissal, and people were coming and going on campus.

When they saw the usually cold, arrogant, and haughty school beauty Tang Yasu being held in the arms of the notorious Zhou Liangan, and that Tang Yasu didn't even resist, just lowered her head and let him manipulate her with a pale face, the entire campus seemed to explode in an uproar.

Countless gazes of shock, jealousy, and confusion shone upon the two of them like spotlights.

"Holy shit! Did I see that right? Is that Tang Yasu?"

"That bastard is actually holding Goddess Tang?!" a man said angrily.

But as soon as he said this, someone next to him immediately distanced themselves from him.

Although it was a fact that Zhou Liangan was a bastard, he was the Young Lord of the Zhou Family!

This kind of idiot who speaks without thinking was bound to get into trouble sooner or later!

"Why isn't Goddess Tang resisting? Doesn't she hate Zhou Liangan the most?"

Various discussions and gasps of cold air were incessant.

Zhou Liangan turned a deaf ear to this; he even deliberately tightened his hand around Tang Yasu's waist and, with the posture of a victor, walked into that luxurious five-star hotel with his head held high, amidst the shocked, envious, jealous, and hateful gazes of the school's teachers and students...

What he wanted was to destroy people's hearts; with so many people knowing, Tang Yasu's boyfriend, Liang Zichen, would definitely find out about this.

Thinking of this, the wicked smile on Zhou Liangan's face deepened.

"Hehehe!"

The door slowly closed, shutting out the outside world.

Zhou Liangan took the room card and, while holding Tang Yasu, walked into the elevator.

Tang Yasu leaned against the cold elevator wall, closed her eyes, and a line of clear tears finally couldn't help but slide from the corners of her eyes.

Watching Tang Yasu shedding tears, Zhou Liangan felt no pity in his heart, but instead felt a surge of pleasure from conquest.

The elevator reached the top floor, and Zhou Liangan swiped the card to push open the door of the presidential suite.

She walked slowly into the living room, and the door behind her locked with a "click," the sound hitting her heart like a heavy stone, completely severing her last shred of hope for escape.

She slowly turned around, and in her clear, water-like beautiful eyes, there was no longer any of her usual cold composure, leaving only thick, inseparable despair as she asked, word by word: "What exactly do you want?"

Zhou Liangan leaned against the doorframe with his hands in his trouser pockets, a playful smile on his lips, and walked toward Tang Yasu unhurriedly.

When he reached Tang Yasu, the two were only inches apart; he leaned down slightly, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's, "Liang Zichen has contacted you, right."

Zhou Liangan's gaze became increasingly heavy, staring fixedly at Tang Yasu's face, refusing to let any slight change in her expression escape him.

"No." Tang Yasu blurted out almost immediately, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed with a hint of impatience, "Can you stop changing the subject now!"

Tang Yasu tried her best to maintain her composure on the surface, her back straight, her eyes appearing frank, but in the eyes of Zhou Liangan, who was proficient in psychology, the fleeting micro-expressions on Tang Yasu's face had already betrayed her.

Tang Yasu's orbicularis oculi muscles contracted rapidly, and her eyelids subconsciously drooped for less than a second before being forcibly raised, a typical visual blocking reaction, an instinct to deliberately avoid the truth.

The muscles on both sides of her nose trembled slightly, the corners of her mouth were pressed into a tight line, and her jawline tightened subconsciously; this was micro-tension in the facial muscles under emotional suppression, accompanied by the subtle body movement of her fingertips quietly curling at her sides, all of which were stress responses when lying.

Zhou Liangan was already certain in his heart that this woman was clearly lying; she must have met Liang Zichen.

Realizing this, the smile on Zhou Liangan's face grew deeper, and he slowly raised his hand, his fingertips gently lifting Tang Yasu's snow-white, delicate chin.

His fingertips carried a cool temperature, and when they touched Tang Yasu's skin, which was like congealed fat, Tang Yasu subconsciously wanted to turn her head away, but was held firmly by Zhou Liangan with a little force.

As expected of a Young Miss from a wealthy Family, Tang Yasu's skin was truly excessively delicate; just a slight application of force by his fingertips left a faint red mark on her fair jaw, like a touch of rouge fallen on snow, which was exceptionally eye-catching.

"Ugh." Tang Yasu felt the pain, her brows furrowed tightly, and in her beautiful eyes that were originally filled with despair, a hint of aggrieved resentment suddenly welled up, "You're hurting me."

Zhou Liangan chuckled softly, his fingertips slowly loosening a little, and instead, he raised his hand, his palm gently brushing over Tang Yasu's jade-white, pretty face, his finger pads gently stroking that delicate skin, his tone carrying a hint of coaxing, "Be good, and it won't hurt anymore."

The temperature of Zhou Liangan's palm was scalding, yet it made Tang Yasu feel cold all over when it landed on her face.

She looked at this Young Lord of the Zhou Family who was rumored to be capable of all kinds of evil, and all sorts of rumors she had heard in the past flashed through her mind, but the depth and methods in his eyes at this moment made a genuine panic rise in Tang Yasu's heart for the first time.

"I have already been very cooperative with you! I really haven't met Liang Zichen; I was never close to him anyway." Tang Yasu said.

"Not close?" Zhou Liangan chuckled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and his gaze turned a bit colder, "A person's micro-expressions never betray their true thoughts. I have said threatening words too many times; if you insist on being stubborn, wanting to watch the Tang Family go bankrupt, and wanting to spend the rest of your life in prison, I have no objections."

These words were like a cold, sharp blade, fiercely piercing through Tang Yasu's last disguise.

Tang Yasu's delicate body stiffened suddenly, her blood seemed to congeal at this moment, and even her breathing became sluggish.

In the past, she had very little interaction with Zhou Liangan, and the outside world's evaluation of this Young Lord of the Zhou Family was uniformly that of an ignorant, incompetent playboy, lecherous by nature, surrounded by gold-digging women, never catching the eye of a true lady from a prominent Family.

Toward those goddesses pursued by the masses, Zhou Liangan had only ever put on a humble, sycophantic posture, without a shred of the aura of a Young Lord from a wealthy Family.

But seeing him today, the Zhou Liangan before her was meticulous in thought and ruthless in his methods, the oppressive feeling radiating from him like a mountain and a sea—where was there any trace of the straw-bag image from the rumors?

The huge disparity made Tang Yasu completely panic; her eyes began to drift, her beautiful eyes filled with helplessness, staring fixedly at Zhou Liangan's face that was only inches away, "I..."

Before Tang Yasu could finish her sentence, the hand Zhou Liangan had clamped on her cheek suddenly exerted force again, his finger pads pinching her delicate cheek, the force a few degrees heavier than before.

A sharp pain came, and Tang Yasu couldn't help but furrow her brows tightly, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

"Think carefully." Zhou Liangan's voice turned cold, "This is your last chance."

A surge of indescribable desolation welled up in Tang Yasu's heart.

No, absolutely not; she could not betray Zichen.

Perhaps, in order to protect Brother Zichen, she could only...

Thinking of this, a flash of determination crossed Tang Yasu's beautiful eyes...