Chapter 6: Even Senior Sister’s Legs Are Yours to Enjoy

At night, the dining car was sparsely populated, and the three of them casually found a spot to sit down.

Wang Can glanced at the menu. Although ordering individual dishes was more expensive, it wasn’t outrageously priced.

A serving of braised pork was only 50 yuan...

Qi Xia, feeling reluctant to let her junior pay, ordered a braised chicken leg set meal for herself, costing 50 yuan.

Qiao Huayang’s eyes scanned the menu several times, apparently unprepared for such high prices.

He furrowed his brows, hesitated for a while, and finally decided to order a serving of moo shu pork and two egg fried rice dishes, totaling 95 yuan.

Coming from a working-class family, Qiao Huayang’s parents didn’t give him much money, so it stung a bit.

Wang Can could do nothing to help; he only had a few hundred yuan on him, and after deducting travel expenses, he still needed to recharge his meal card at school.

He inexplicably felt a sense of misery—despite being a super-rich second-generation heir, he still lived frugally.

It was all Old Wang’s fault!

Next time they met, father and son, it would surely be a storm of blood and fury!

The kitchen’s efficiency was surprisingly high; within five minutes, the dishes the three ordered were served.

The taste surpassed Wang Can’s expectations by a fair margin.

“Ah~ this is wonderful, finally getting some greasy meat,” Qi Xia said, biting into the chicken leg, feeling as if her whole being had been elevated.

Wang Can was curious. “Really? Does your sister usually not let you eat meat?”

“Sigh...” Qi Xia sighed deeply. “We’re dance majors. To maintain our figures, we have to eat bland, low-fat meals.”

“If I keep eating like this, I feel like I’ll turn into a leafy vegetable.”

“No wonder you’re so skinny.”

Wang Can looked at Qi Xia’s figure; her waist was truly slender enough to be grasped with one hand, and her legs were genuinely long.

If these two sisters danced a hot number together, it would be quite a sight.

“Want to try some fried rice? I haven’t touched mine,” Wang Can gently pushed his plate toward Qi Xia. The golden grains of rice gleamed enticingly under the light.

Qi Xia’s eyes immediately lit up, waving her spoon exaggeratedly.

“Wow, junior, I suddenly feel like you’re glowing. Here, have some of my leg too.”

Across from them, Qiao Huayang looked up at the two exchanging food, then lowered his gaze toward the originally fragrant fried rice.

Isn’t this rice the one I paid for...

As Wang Can savored his senior’s chicken leg, the sliding door of the dining car creaked softly open. A young man and woman entered side by side.

The young man wasn’t particularly tall but stood upright. His neat crew cut made him look especially spirited.

He habitually held his head slightly high, exuding a scholarly air mixed with a hint of pride—the typical image of a top-ranking student.

The girl had smooth chestnut hair that curled softly at the ends, falling over her shoulders. She wore delicate gold-rimmed glasses, behind which her eyes seemed somewhat aloof.

Though her features were not striking, the chilly, unapproachable aura she carried made people involuntarily want to take a second look.

Wang Can, who instinctively looked up, was slightly stunned upon recognizing their faces.

“Damn... How is this world so small?”

Qi Xia gently nudged Wang Can’s elbow and asked softly, “Who are they?”

Qiao Huayang, who had been silent until then, suddenly perked up with a hint of schadenfreude. “That’s his ex-girlfriend.”

“Damn, you’re so obvious,” Wang Can whispered as he kicked the scoundrel under the table.

“Oh!”

Qi Xia wore a face full of discovery, smiling brightly. “Good eye! That aura screams ‘academic goddess.’”

Wang Can gave a bitter smile and shrugged. “So what good is a good eye? I got dumped right after the college entrance exam.”

Back in high school, Wang Can wasn’t a campus sensation, but he wasn’t invisible either.

He was tall, and due to his “poverty,” he had a healthy diet and clear skin.

His face wasn’t dazzling at first glance but grew more attractive the longer you looked.

By coincidence, he had dated a girl named Shen Mengqing.

Shen Mengqing was moderately attractive but had a great figure and posture. Coupled with her academic excellence, she was indeed considered the goddess of their class.

However, though they bore the title of boyfriend and girlfriend, only Wang Can knew that he was nothing more than an emotional punching bag for Shen Mengqing.

They barely even held hands.

“Dumped? Tell me, what happened?”

Just as Qi Xia’s curiosity flared, Shen Mengqing, along with the young man, noticed them and approached.

Qiao Huayang, lacking tact, even waved to greet them.

“Shen Mengqing, Tang Baizhou, you two here for a late-night snack too?”

Tang Baizhou, the one with the crew cut, shook his head slightly and raised the book in his hand, answering coolly, “The sleeper car’s lights went out. We’re here to study.”

“Huh?” Qiao Huayang was a bit confused. “Still working hard after the college entrance exam?”

“Yeah, getting a head start on college courses.”

Tang Baizhou was the class monitor, consistently ranking in the top three at school. He often helped classmates with their questions and had a decent reputation—though only among the high-achieving students in class.

As Tang Baizhou spoke, his gaze casually swept past Wang Can but flashed with surprise when he saw Qi Xia’s face.

“Wang Can, is this your new girlfriend? Which school is she from?”

Wang Can didn’t bother answering, but Qi Xia, clearly entertained, smiled mischievously.

“She’s from Shenhai University. Any orders?”

“Oh, you’re even schoolmates? Wang Can, you move fast. Where did you meet?”

Tang Baizhou teased Wang Can with his words but kept his eyes fixed on Shen Mengqing’s reaction.

Though the question seemed casual, each word was a deliberate reminder.

To his disappointment, Shen Mengqing remained composed, as if indifferent to everything before her.

Qi Xia keenly caught Tang Baizhou’s gaze. Her lively eyes flicked among the three, seemingly spotting something amusing.

Suddenly, she softened and nestling into Wang Can’s arms like a weary bird returning home, asked in a saccharinely sweet voice, “Can, who are those two?”

Qiao Huayang’s eyes widened in shock, frozen in place.

Had he missed something? Why were these two so intimate?

After a brief moment of surprise, Wang Can’s arm naturally wrapped around Qi Xia’s slender waist.

“Two high school classmates—one’s from Jiaotong University, the other from Fudan.”

“Wow! Both top students? That’s amazing!”

Qi Xia’s praise from such a beautiful girl made Tang Baizhou feel as if all his pores had relaxed, and a slight smile involuntarily curved his lips.

“Well, actually, my scores were good enough for Tsinghua...”

He was interrupted as Qi Xia looked up at Wang Can with eyes shining with admiration.

“But you’re still the best, Can, hehe.”

Watching Qi Xia’s radiant face, coquettishly smiling in Wang Can’s arms, Tang Baizhou, who prided himself on being a top student, felt a tightening in his throat and an indescribable suffocation in his chest.

Indeed, those with poor grades had short-sighted perspectives.

He discreetly shifted his gaze away, turning to the ever-silent Shen Mengqing and said gently,

“Let’s sit over there—better lighting. I’ll take this chance to walk you through the advanced math I’m previewing for the holidays.”

Shen Mengqing nodded slightly, her long eyelashes casting shadows in the light.

But as she brushed past Wang Can, she suddenly lowered her voice and sneered coldly:

“You think just by finding some woman to pretend to be your girlfriend, you can make me jealous? How childish.”

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