At night, Mianmian changed into a set of rice-colored home clothes after taking a bath. She walked toward General Zhan's study room in light steps and knocked on the door gently.
After being permitted to enter, the girl walked to his desk and gave a presentable military bow. Respectfully, she placed her completed test paper in front of General Zhan.
Zhan Muqian's expression remained ordinary. He took the paper from her and speedily marked it.
Mianmian stared at him, dumbstruck. She began to suspect that he was not a general. He seemed more like a professional high school teacher?
Her English barely scored above 60 points, and her mathematics was just a tragic sight.
Zhan Muqian smacked the test paper onto the table, causing Jiang Mianmian's legs to weaken. She said miserably, "Uncle, I really have no idea how to write. I tried my best. Please don't punish me to write papers anymore. Please, uncle…"
The girl widened her eyes and subconsciously pouted, her two small hands scrunched into fists as she pleaded.
It was obvious that she was disavowing and evading responsibility out of habit. But as she did not have any cosmetics on her fair and clear face, and the clothes she was wearing were pleasing to the eye, the left side of the general's thoracic cavity sunk in a little.
He coughed gently and said sternly, "Sure, you can stop writing papers. 80 percent of the questions in this liberal arts and mathematics paper are all at a fundamental level, yet you only scored 34 marks. It's clear that you don't even know the basics. You should first memorize all the syllables in the textbook, copy them thrice, and I'll personally test you myself tomorrow. If you can't remember…"
Mianmian was on edge, her gaze unknowingly falling to the desk.
She instantly recalled the moment of how she was pressed down by him on the desk last night…
A flush began to emerge on her fair neck.
The man sneered dangerously. "If you can't remember, I'll think that you truly have no intention to study at a university. You might as well stop studying and stay at home to serve me."
"Serve… serve you?"
Stunned, Jiang Mianmian asked in response.
The slight curve in the corners of Zhan Muqian's lips was extremely sexy. He was like a dangerous Satan in the girl's eyes.
The man waved to the lady ignorantly. "Come here."
Mianmian walked over to him dumbly.
Zhan Muqian held her soft hand and parted his thin lips. "Kneel down, undo, and suck."
He added on indifferently, "Don't worry, I will teach you slowly."
Mianmian's head buzzed at that. Her cheeks instantly burned red when she realized what he meant. She shook him off harshly and cursed—
"F*ck your sister! Old gangster!"
With a sinister gaze and an imposing tone, he said, "If you say a vulgarity once, it will be one hour of facing the wall and…"
Jiang Mianmian knew what he wanted to say and anxiously covered his mouth with her hands without thinking.
She was standing while he was seated leisurely, allowing her to tower over him for the first time.
Her cheeks were ready to explode from how hot they were. "You are not allowed to say it! You can't say it! It doesn't count this time. You were acting like a gangster first. This time doesn't count, I won't swear anymore!"
The girl's soft palms pressed against the man's cold thin lips.
General Zhan did not say a word. After a moment later, he dragged her hand down and held it in his palm, rubbing it playfully in an ambiguous manner.
There were huge changes to Jiang Mianmian throughout these years. She was 100 percent a hooligan.
However, due to her perfect innate condition, all the fights were not able to change the quality of her skin color and skin.
It was fair like snow, icy skin and jade-like bones, satiny and soft…
If these small hands could learn how to serve him… The feeling would be extremely great.
Zhan Muqian patted her face. "Memorize the syllables properly. You have to at least get into a university that is good enough. If not, there really isn't a need to study anymore. You can just stay at home and help me give birth to my children."