Dangerous women are tough to handle.

But avoidance is always an option.

After school, Lu Chengzhou arrived ten minutes early at the Student Discipline Committee activity room.

“I hope Xu Qian’s still here… and willing to adjust things—separate my community service time from Meng Wanyu’s, or assign me a different task.”

The door stood slightly ajar. A meeting was underway inside.

Lu Chengzhou stepped in abruptly.

Xu Qian, chairing the session, paused mid-sentence—then stopped entirely.

The moment she saw him, her mind went blank for a heartbeat.

Before she could fill the silence, her lips moved first:

“Um… That’s all. Meeting adjourned.”

The underclassmen murmured goodnight and filed out.

Soon, only Lu Chengzhou and Xu Qian remained.

Flustered but keeping her cool facade, she asked, “What is it?”

“Nothing major,” he said, explaining his request.

Xu Qian gave a soft “Mm,” nodded. “I’ll figure something out.” She stood. “Let’s go. I need to lock up.”

The school corridor lay hushed under dim evening light.

East: the forest’s dark silhouette. West: the abandoned art room.

Surrounded by shadows, the atmosphere felt eerie.

Xu Qian locked the door, adjusted her backpack, smoothed her collar and hem—ensuring every detail was perfectly in order—then calmly followed Lu Chengzhou waiting under the hallway lamp.

“So… what’s this ‘solution’?” Lu Chengzhou pressed. His main worry.

“This week, only sorting milk bottles and old newspapers. No way to separate timings. No alternative tasks.”

Xu Qian’s voice carried a natural, gentle warmth—unlike Meng Wanyu’s, whose tone was effortlessly alluring and maturely commanding.

Their voices differed. So did their entire presence.

Sadly, Lu Chengzhou only wished to keep a respectful distance from both.

“If it’s impossible… how will you help?”

“There is a way,” Xu Qian replied, calm as ever.

They reached the first floor, turned toward the storage room.

Two figures waited ahead. One was Meng Wanyu.

“I’ll join you,” Xu Qian whispered quickly. “Meng Wanyu won’t dare do anything with me there.”

Lu Chengzhou sighed. *She seriously underestimates Princess Meng.*

Even with just four people here—heck, even in broad daylight in class—she’d never feel embarrassed.

*Why did this “princess” fixate on me?!*

He had no clue it all started with that bouquet of roses…

*Click.*

The warehouse door unlocked.

Xu Qian led the three rule-breakers inside.

Meng Wanyu crossed her arms, scanned the messy pile of bottles, and clicked her tongue.

*When has Jingzhou’s little princess ever done dirty work?*

She pulled out silk gloves, a mask, shoe covers—fully geared up.

Everyone’s expressions twitched. No one dared speak.

No one knew her background, but her designer clothes screamed it—even the work gloves were high-end custom pieces worth thousands.

*Only a top-tier heiress, utterly detached from money’s value, would wear these to clean.*

Lu Chengzhou simply slipped on the warehouse’s spare gloves and got to work. Xu Qian and the tall guy followed suit.

“Please finish quickly,” Xu Qian said, dividing sections. “We need to leave before gates close.”

No objections.

Lu Chengzhou and Meng Wanyu were assigned distant corners.

As they stepped into shadow, Meng Wanyu mouthed two words at him.

If he read right: *“I’ve got you.”*

Lu Chengzhou sighed inwardly. *What?! A side character like me—“got” by a princess?!*

Just then—*thump*. A bottle rolled to his feet.

Startled, he looked up.

Meng Wanyu stood perfectly nonchalant.

Catching his slightly aggrieved glance, she stuck out her tongue playfully.

“Silly Lu Chengzhou,” she murmured, just for him.

He coughed sharply and looked away.

*Ignore. Must ignore.*

…

After a few quiet minutes—

Meng Wanyu lazily raised a hand. “Discipline Head? Lu Chengzhou’s finger is cut. I’ll share his workload.”

Xu Qian froze. Before she could react, Meng Wanyu glided to his side, took his hand, and lifted the bottle away.

“Poor Zhouzhou~ Working so hard with a hurt finger.”

“Wait—!”

“Let’s work together. I’ll take good care of you.”

“Hey…”

*Why does this feel like being coddled by a domineering CEO?!*

*Wait—I’m wearing gloves! No cut!*

He opened his mouth—but Meng Wanyu shot him a sharp, warning look.

His protest died instantly.

*Sigh.*

*This is my fate.*

Just then, the other guy weakly raised his hand. “M-my finger’s cut too… Can I get help?”

Blood trickled from a soda-can lid gash.

Meng Wanyu barely glanced. *Not my problem.*

Xu Qian shot him a disdainful look. “Minor cut. Stop fussing. Keep working.”

The boy let out a soft whimper.

He stared at Lu Chengzhou, eyes overflowing with envy.

*We’re both guys—why does HE get pampered?!*

Lu Chengzhou offered a helpless, bitter smile.

This “care” was the last thing he wanted.

He silently begged Xu Qian to intervene—but under Meng Wanyu’s queen-like aura, she could only watch as Lu Chengzhou was “claimed,” forced to endure Meng Wanyu’s relentless attention…