Yu Qing was the first to step into the brightly lit classroom.
Seeing the scene inside, her heart tightened slightly.
Aside from Fu Xuan, who followed behind her, there were four other women in the classroom.
If the others meant harm, she had no chance of resisting in terms of numbers alone.
Yu Qing glanced around and noticed that their attire and temperaments were all different.
Each had her own unique style, exuding a faint aura.
The four distinctive personalities were all, at this moment, scrutinizing her with professional eyes.
The one on the far left looked around forty, dressed in a sharply tailored black suit.
Her hair was neatly tied into a bun, her gaze sharp, instantly reminding Yu Qing of the Director of Discipline from high school.
Back then, young couples would always be miserably separated under her gaze.
On the small table before her were a makeup case and some hairstyling tools.
If Yu Qing guessed correctly, she should be a stylist.
Next to her was a younger woman, probably just over thirty.
She wore an elegant white qipao, her figure graceful, sitting upright with a straight neck, radiating a calm and refined grace.
Her eyes were gentle.
Could she just look young, but actually be forty or fifty?
Yu Qing wondered, a bit uneasy for some reason.
So strange.
She looked like… someone who teaches etiquette?
Yu Qing silently speculated.
As for the other two, Yu Qing couldn’t make out their specialties.
Compared to the first two, who were easily identifiable, the others seemed more like academic experts.
On the left was a girl with rimless glasses who looked like a recent graduate.
A tablet and a thick folder were spread before her.
She resembled a bookworm who could spend an entire day working at a computer.
On the right, the last woman wore a smart business suit and skirt, her gaze shrewd.
She played with an exquisite fountain pen in her hand.
At first glance, she gave Yu Qing the impression of a simplified version of Su Qing Ruan.
“Let me introduce you.”
Fu Xuan’s voice came from behind Yu Qing.
He stepped past her, approaching the four women, and first pointed to the possible stylist.
“This is Teacher Anna, a top domestic stylist. She’ll teach you how to optimize your daily image, ensuring you’re flawless in any setting and enhancing your presence.”
Anna nodded at Yu Qing, a gesture of greeting.
Since the moment they met, her gaze had been like a precision instrument, scanning Yu Qing’s body before jotting something on her tablet with a stylus.
Yu Qing was a bit curious but didn’t ask.
“This is Teacher Wen Wan, a senior etiquette instructor. The family hosts several important banquets each year. If you want to perfectly play the part—hmm, I mean, adhere to proper etiquette—then your attention to detail must be impeccable.”
As Fu Xuan finished, Wen Wan gave Yu Qing a standard etiquette smile—not overly warm, nor too distant, just right.
Yu Qing tried to return the smile, only to see Wen Wan’s expression stiffen, her eyes turning serious.
No… am I really that bad?
Yu Qing awkwardly withdrew her smile, muttering internally.
Then Wen Wan shot her another dissatisfied look.
?
Seriously?
What did I do now?
Fu Xuan, having observed the entire exchange, smiled slightly and explained at just the right moment.
“As a professional etiquette instructor, Teacher Wen Wan can judge people by their micro-expressions. Just now, you were probably bad-mouthing her in your mind, right? Even I could tell.”
After that, without caring for Yu Qing’s embarrassment, he turned to introduce the remaining two.
“This is Analyst Chen Jing. She’ll help you organize and interpret Xiao Yi’s—oh, that’s your—behavior patterns, social preferences, spending habits, and other data from the past few years to help you understand yourself more deeply.”
“Hello, Miss Fu Yi.”
Chen Jing adjusted her glasses, smiling.
Of all the ones Yu Qing thought were bookworms, she was the first to greet her.
Miss?
Yu Qing noted the title in her mind.
“Mm, hello, Teacher Chen Jing.”
With Wen Wan watching, Yu Qing couldn’t help but control her actions, striving to be more graceful, only to earn another dissatisfied look from Wen Wan.
Well, Yu Qing already knew the days ahead wouldn’t be easy.
Images of herself being strictly trained by Wen Wan floated through her mind.
Yu Qing gave up, eyes dull, slumping in defeat.
“Heh~”
A soft laugh came, gentle and affectionate.
Yu Qing turned in a daze—it was Wen Wan, watching her and covering her mouth as she chuckled.
Huh?
Ah.
Ah!!!
What are you laughing at!
Yu Qing screamed internally.
“Haha, Teacher Wen Wan is as gentle as her name. She’s known for being the most beautiful instructor among students, though she occasionally plays harmless jokes.”
You really know how to joke…
Yu Qing instinctively retorted, then quickly looked at Wen Wan.
But this time, Wen Wan didn’t look accusing—she just winked.
Fu Xuan clapped his hands, pulling Yu Qing’s attention back.
He began introducing the last instructor.
“Finally, this is Teacher Zhao Qing, our company’s financial advisor. She’ll help you quickly pick up necessary business and finance knowledge. In the future, you’ll also need to get involved with some of the family’s industries.”
Zhao Qing set down her pen and smiled politely at Yu Qing.
Styling, etiquette, behavioral analysis, business knowledge…
This wasn’t simple cramming at all.
So…
What exactly was Fu Xuan trying to do?
Why go to such lengths to elevate her in every aspect?
To create a more perfect, more suitable Fu Yi for his needs?
To ensure her role wouldn’t be discovered?
Or…
“Fu Xuan?”
After greeting the four teachers, Yu Qing glared at him, a trace of hostility in her eyes, though she felt uneasy inside.
Fu Xuan smiled, his expression gentle.
Despite his noble status, he showed no airs.
“Xiao Yi, you know the family has high expectations for the next generation. Your past, well, you were somewhat willful and reckless, focused on your own affairs. Understandable.”
“But now time is short. Certain responsibilities must be taken up. These are top professionals, here to help you reach the necessary standards as quickly as possible.”
His sincerity was clear, but Yu Qing couldn’t help feeling suspicious.
Did this guy take her for a clueless fool?
Even if he looked down on college students, she’d spent four years toughening up.
She might not know much about the real world, but she had some idea.
Disguising himself as a benevolent helper—was he trying to lower her guard and seize full control when she least expected?
Heh.
You’re too naive, Fu Xuan.
No wonder you couldn’t beat Junior Yi and had to use my crooked path.
“Don’t overthink it. I’m sincere with you. But we’re tied together now. Of course, I have my own plans for you, but that’s for later.”
Fu Xuan looked helplessly at Yu Qing.
Every time he saw such a stupid expression on a face so like Fu Yi’s, he felt a strong sense of contradiction.
“After we take down Fu Yi, let’s see who prevails.”
“Whether you absorb Fu Yi’s power and stand against me, or I gain complete control and swallow everything, it’s all up to fate.”
“……”
“Let’s put aside these side issues. I have a question for you.”
“Do all big families like yours have mind-reading abilities or something?”
Yu Qing fell silent, recalling the times she’d pretended to be a fool in front of Junior Yi.