After Dumping the Student Council President, I Got Held Back - Chapter 1

Rapid breathing filled the dimly lit room.

A moment later, the breathing stopped, replaced by a woman’s cold reprimand: “Get off.”

Ling Xiang withdrew her hand, climbed out of the soft, luxurious bed, and moved to step down expressionlessly, only to be blocked by a hand.

The hand was as delicate as the finest mutton-fat jade, its slender fingers tipped with pale pink nail polish that made the nails appear even more translucent and radiant.

The girl sat up, her long, wavy hair cascading over her shoulders like seaweed.

With a hint of disdain, she picked up Ling Xiang’s right wrist between two fingers, staring at her middle finger. “You think this shoddy thing is good enough to satisfy me? No wonder it felt so inadequate.”

Her bold, direct words made Ling Xiang’s ears burn. She opened her mouth to explain, “I came in such a hurry”

“Silence,” Ruan Qingcheng interrupted impatiently, her delicate brows furrowing. She snatched her phone from beside the pillow and tapped furiously. “I’ve transferred the money. If you’re short on funds, tell me sooner. Try to fob me off with this garbage again, and you’ll regret it.”

Ling Xiang lost all desire to explain and fell silent.

Miss Ruan was a pampered young lady who insisted on using only the finest, most expensive finger cots a brand that cost nearly a hundred yuan each and had to be ordered online in advance.

Of course, the Young Miss wouldn’t prepare such things herself; she only handled the payment. Ling Xiang had to source them herself.

The previous stock had been used up, but Ruan Qingcheng had called her over so urgently today that there was no time to place an order. Ling Xiang had no choice but to buy the most expensive kind available at a shop and bring it with her.

Yet even after buying the priciest option, Ruan Qingcheng was still dissatisfied.

This girl is so demanding.

After transferring the money, Ruan Qingcheng tossed her phone aside and prepared to get out of bed. The blanket slipped away, revealing her flawless, pearly white body, like a pearl just removed from its shell.

Her curves flowed like sun-drenched mountains, pulsing with an alluring rhythm.

A peach blossom blooming in the snow caught Ling Xiang’s eye, forcing her to look away.

Even if this Young Miss was as ill-tempered as she was… Ling Xiang had to admit she was undeniably beautiful, her body as perfect as a doll’s.

It was the kind of striking beauty that commanded attention at first glance.

The girl stepped off the bed, her delicate, rounded toes painted with a pale almond-colored nail polish.

Seeing Ruan Qingcheng head straight for the bathroom, Ling Xiang breathed a slight sigh of relief. She also got out of bed and picked up her clothes from the floor, pulling them on.

Ling Xiang skillfully tidied the room, opened the window to ventilate it, and changed all the bedsheets and duvet covers to fresh ones.

She knew that if she didn’t change them promptly, Ruan Qingcheng wouldn’t sleep in this bed tonight.

Although Miss Ruan had a nanny, Ling Xiang thought it was better to clean up the traces of their encounter herself than to let others see them.

Once Ling Xiang had thoroughly cleaned the room, the bathroom door opened, and a cloud of steam billowed out. Ruan Qingcheng emerged wrapped only in a bath towel.

As if Ling Xiang were invisible, she walked straight into the walk-in closet, which was nearly as large as the bedroom—and yanked off the towel, letting it fall to the floor. Her perfectly beautiful body was now exposed to the air.

It was clear Ruan Qingcheng had always been confident in her figure.

Ling Xiang didn’t sit back on the bed. Since she’d changed the sheets, Ruan Qingcheng wouldn’t allow her to touch them again.

She sat on the floor, her gaze fixed on an oil painting hanging on the wall.

The painting featured contrasting light and shadow, vaguely depicting two women embracing in a forest. Though the style was hazy and understated, the intent was bold and unrestrained.

Ling Xiang would have preferred to stare at the painting on the wall than look at Ruan Qingcheng.

But the Young Miss had other plans. Less than a minute later, she called out, “Ling Xiang.”

As expected, Ling Xiang sighed inwardly. She slowly rose, forcing her tired body to move toward the walk-in closet.

Ruan Qingcheng stood prettily in front of the full-length mirror, her voice delicate yet imperious, “Come here and stick my bra tape for me.”

Sometimes Ling Xiang felt she wasn’t Ruan Qingcheng’s girlfriend, but her exclusive nanny, servant, and personal attendant, summoned at will to attend to her needs, both practical and physiological.

She even felt less valued than Ruan Qingcheng’s Yorkshire Terrier. At least the Young Miss was more affectionate toward her dog than toward her.

The Young Miss’s words were commands, not requests, leaving Ling Xiang no room to refuse. She walked over in silence and picked up the bra tape.

With the girl standing before her, Ling Xiang couldn’t completely ignore the situation. She pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, tried to clear her mind, and professionally applied the tape.

Her fingertips brushed against a soft, smooth texture. Though Ling Xiang was very familiar with this area, she couldn’t completely act as if nothing was happening when the girl was standing right in front of her.

Ling Xiang couldn’t fool herself about the turmoil in her heart.

Yet she couldn’t blame herself. Ruan Qingcheng was undeniably beautiful, and any woman with a same-sex orientation would struggle to remain completely composed in such a situation.

Ruan Qingcheng’s gaze, which had been listlessly scanning the pile of clothes in the wardrobe, shifted to the face of the girl before her.

Ling Xiang had a fresh and elegant appearance, her entire demeanor soft and gentle, tinged with a scholarly air that seemed to carry the mist of a Jiangnan morning.

The only thing that truly caught Ruan Qingcheng’s attention were those slightly familiar features.

Her eyebrows and nose carried a hint of masculine sharpness, yet they were completely softened by her delicate, white-flower-like temperament. It was hard to imagine… that this woman had been the one on top just now.

Of course, Ling Xiang was still inexperienced. Ruan Qingcheng vividly remembered her awkwardness and resistance when she’d first forced her to take the lead.

But Ruan Qingcheng relished “forcing the submissive to become the dominant.” She enjoyed watching Ling Xiang bite her lip, clearly uncomfortable yet trying desperately to please her.

Her gaze drifted to Ling Xiang’s slightly flushed earlobe. She chuckled teasingly, but quickly grew bored. The woman was too easily flustered and too responsive to her slightest touch—utterly uninteresting.

“Alright.” Ling Xiang finished applying the bandage quickly and was about to retreat a dozen feet when Ruan Qingcheng called out, “Wait.”

Forced to stop, Ling Xiang let the Young Miss scrutinize her from head to toe as if selecting merchandise. Her mind went blank, her only thought being how to get Ruan Qingcheng to leave so she could finish the reports in her dorm.

Ruan Qingcheng critically examined Ling Xiang’s hoodie and jeans, finding them as plain as a faded antique painting.

“Why are you wearing these again?” she complained, her tone sharp. “So unfashionable. What about the pile of clothes I bought you? Why aren’t you wearing them?”

“They’re in the wash,” Ling Xiang said, fabricating an excuse on the spot. She maintained a sincere expression, regardless of whether Ruan Qingcheng believed her. “I washed them yesterday, and they’re still damp. I came over in too much of a hurry this morning.”

The Young Miss’s ink-black eyes, clear as glass, stared directly at her. “Is that so? Or do you just not like them?”

Without hesitation, Ling Xiang replied, “I love them.”

As if.

The clothes Ruan Qingcheng had prepared for her were completely out of style, making her feel constrained and uncomfortable.

But she knew that the Young Miss didn’t actually care about her answer. Whether Ling Xiang liked it or not was of no importance to Ruan Qingcheng.

So Ling Xiang’s claim of liking it was merely to make herself feel better.

As expected, Ruan Qingcheng had no patience to hear her answer. She turned to rummage through the wardrobe, eventually pulling out an outfit and tossing it into Ling Xiang’s arms. “Put it on.”

Ling Xiang had no choice but to comply.

A moment later, she stood before the mirror, examining her reflection in the new clothes.

A silky white shirt, incredibly smooth and soft, its fabric alone radiating luxury, paired with a pencil-gray A-line skirt. The ensemble was impeccably clean and pristine.

It was a world away from her original hoodie, which had already been discarded in the trash by Ruan Qingcheng after Ling Xiang accidentally spilled coffee on it.

To her surprise, Ling Xiang saw a hint of the “cool older sister” vibe that was so popular in the lesbian community.

Who is this? This isn’t my style at all.

Beside her, Ruan Qingcheng watched her with a deep, inscrutable gaze, as if she were seeing someone else through Ling Xiang’s eyes.

The Young Miss had also changed clothes, now wearing an elegant and dignified light apricot skirt suit. If she had added a radiant and generous smile, she would have been the perfect Nanda Student Council President, the kind who could convince teachers, win over classmates, and earn universal praise and admiration.

She carried herself with composed dignity, all her less-than-ideal temperaments perfectly concealed beneath a flawless mask.

Ling Xiang couldn’t help but think, Does this Young Miss know how to change her face?

Should she feel “honored”? Only a select few like her could witness this side of Ruan Qingcheng.

As they went downstairs, Ruan Qingcheng’s nanny had already prepared dinner. Exquisite dishes were arranged in succession on the marble dining table, their appearance alone making one’s mouth water.

Ling Xiang wasn’t so poor that she couldn’t eat here. In fact, being Ruan Qingcheng’s girlfriend came with considerable perks.

After all, the Young Miss’s lover couldn’t be seen as shabby or lacking due to financial constraints, as it would reflect poorly on her.

However, mealtime was strictly formal. Forks and chopsticks couldn’t clink against the plates, posture had to be upright, and eating had to be elegant and unobtrusive. Even if she liked a particular dish, she couldn’t keep taking from it repeatedly…

In short, Ling Xiang could sum up Ruan Qingcheng in one word: pretentious.

Even in front of the servants, Ruan Qingcheng put on a show. But in private, in her room, she would lounge carelessly on the sofa, playing on her phone while eating oranges. Oh, and Ling Xiang had to peel them for her.

Considering the generous bank transfers, Ling Xiang treated this not so much as a relationship, but as a job requiring her to serve the Young Miss.

After they finished eating in silence, they needed to return to school together. The wealthy villa district was located on a remote mountainside, and taxis were impossible to call. Since Ling Xiang couldn’t drive, she had to beg Ruan Qingcheng to give her a ride.

Fortunately, the Young Miss was in a good mood and didn’t make things difficult for her, allowing Ling Xiang to get into her supercar.

But they hadn’t driven far when Ruan Qingcheng received a phone call, likely from her rich second-generation friends inviting her to a party or something.

The Young Miss changed her mind about going back to school. She slammed on the brakes, tilted her chin at Ling Xiang, and spoke with a dismissive tone, as if chasing a stray dog out of her house:

“Get out.”

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