After saying that, Jiang Cheng's shoulders subtly squared, the line of his jaw turning a shade colder.
The gentleness in his eyes was gone, replaced by an unmistakable sharpness.
He stood as still as a clock that had suddenly stopped—steady, yet radiating invisible pressure.
Gao Ping had been about to add a few perfunctory words of reassurance.
But meeting Jiang Cheng's gaze and feeling the sudden weight of his presence,
his heart inexplicably tightened; the warmth drained from his manner and he nodded hastily.
His tone turned solemn: "Rest assured, sir! Those two points are burned into my memory! I'll assign our best instructor, Coach Zhang—never loses her temper, service top-notch. I'll brief her right now; everything will be exactly as you requested, and Miss Lin will receive no less."
Not long after, the office door slowly swung open.
Jiang Cheng stepped out, Gao Ping right behind him.
Gao Ping clutched a registration booklet, as if it held vital information.
His gaze swept the corridor; then he turned and called to a brisk female coach in the distance.
"Coach Zhang, over here, quick!" His voice carried a note of urgency.
Zhang Qin hurried over at the summons.
Gao Ping promptly handed her the booklet.
"This is Miss Lin," he instructed. "From now on she's our Supreme VIP student. Serve her perfectly; give her a delightful learning experience."
Zhang Qin's eyes widened in surprise, but a professional smile quickly took its place.
She dropped her usual coach's sternness and greeted Lin Qingxue warmly: "Miss Lin, welcome to our school. Come with me; I'll take you to the exclusive practice area—quiet, no distractions."
Lin Qingxue, though inwardly startled by Zhang Qin's enthusiasm, showed none of it.
She had long since learned the four words money is wonderful at Jiang Cheng's side.
From the impeccable service during their first shopping trips together
to the milk tea shop fronts he bought with a single phone call,
to the attentive medical staff and private nurses when her mother had surgery—
Lin Qingxue had experienced it all firsthand.
She followed the coach toward the private zone.
The barrier to the exclusive practice lane clicked open.
Coach Li soon had Lin Qingxue start the car; the private bay was free of other vehicles.
The car glided smoothly around the area.
The sound of tires on smooth asphalt cut sharply through the restless waiting zone.
Seeing the coach open a new lane for Lin Qingxue,
the waiting students stared, chatter erupting.
Some who had waited ages began complaining to Wang Hengjian.
"Why does she get to jump ahead? I haven't even touched the wheel!" A boy in school uniform crushed his plastic bottle, voice thick with anger.
"She just arrived and cuts the line?" echoed a girl with a ponytail.
"Right? I've waited almost an hour—must be back-door privilege…"
The complaints surged like a tide, but Wang Hengjian calmly stubbed out his cigarette and slapped a Supreme VIP register on the table; the gold-stamped word Supreme dazzled the eyes.
"No back door. She paid for the premium package—no queueing required."
Some students blinked in confusion: "What's Supreme VIP?"
"Six hundred eighty yuan an hour, practice anytime, and she booked the whole week. Pay that and I'll open a lane for you right now."
A half-second hush fell, then an even louder uproar.
"Six-eighty? That's robbery! My monthly allowance is only two thousand—scary expensive."
"Wow, that's Lin Qingxue? She can upgrade like this? So jealous!"
"I've waited an hour too—wish I had that package, but no cash. If only I had a Tycoon boyfriend."
"Didn't you hear? One-on-one coaching—and a female coach," someone added.
"Sigh, envy's useless. She's got someone willing to spend; we just keep waiting."
At that moment Wang Xi quietly took out her phone and filmed Lin Qingxue practicing alone.
Jiang Cheng wasn't in frame—only his distant silhouette leaning on a rail.
Wang Xi sent the clip to the dorm group with the caption: "Crying in envy! Qingxue's big-shot treats her so well!"
The group chat exploded.
The two roommates spammed question marks, stunned.
Wang Xi added,
"The big-shot bought her a 680-yuan-an-hour package and is right there watching her practice—how's that for a boyfriend?"
To clear the air for Lin Qingxue, Wang Xi edited the video and posted it in the campus second-hand forum: "Anyone else crying? Being a big-shot's girl isn't sordid rumors—it's blatant favoritism."
While the waiting area buzzed, a soft scoff came from the corner.
Lin Weiwei emerged among the students.
Her knuckles whitened around her phone.
She snapped photo after photo of Jiang Cheng and Lin Qingxue.
Then checked each picture for clarity.
Yesterday at school this man had publicly humiliated her, and the scene still stung.
Now, seeing him accompany another girl to practice driving,
she knew it was the perfect chance for revenge.