Chapter 012: Campus Mary Sue 10

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The news that the little princess of the Li family—one of the four great clans in Huaguo—had eaten poisoned roses sent shockwaves through the school’s upper ranks. Upon returning to campus to investigate, two of her four brothers immediately flew home from abroad the moment they heard, determined to discover who had dared poison their little sister and court their own destruction.

Their investigation revealed that the rainbow roses had been specially cultivated by the eldest son of the An family as a means to please the little princess. A reward of ten million was promised for successfully growing them. Tempted by such a sum, the gardener used a variety of harmful chemicals to dye ordinary white roses into the coveted rainbow hues. If a person ingested too much of these chemicals, it could lead to immediate poisoning and death—let alone a delicate, frail little princess.

Fortunately, Le Yixian had not eaten any.

Upon learning this, Le Yixian was speechless. Rainbow roses have always just been dyed, haven’t they?

In the end, the gardener who had used chemicals to cultivate the roses was promptly imprisoned.

Her two doting brothers, anxious for their little sister’s well-being, took her to the hospital for a full examination. After all the fuss, the frail girl fell ill.

Lying weakly in bed, Le Yixian was filled with disbelief. In reality, her own body could handle cold showers in the dead of winter without issue. Yet, simply going without clothes for a brief moment during the hospital check-up was enough to make her catch a fever?

This was outrageous!

The second young master of the Li family, removing the string of cumbersome surnames, was simply called Le Yinuo. He was a man of charming looks and an effortlessly flirtatious air, infamous for winning the hearts of countless women.

At this moment, he had shed his multi-million-yuan suit in favor of a custom-designed loungewear set. With a diamond-studded spatula in hand, he stood in the kitchen under the chef’s guidance, lighting the stove. Using mineral water sourced from five thousand meters below the Himalayas and fresh flowers air-shipped from France, he planned to brew a floral tea for his little sister.

“Second Young Master, the roses have been washed,” a maid announced, carrying a plate of white jade upon which bright red rose petals were neatly arrayed.

“I personally picked the most tender and beautiful petals from each bloom, then soaked them in spring water for two hours,” she reported.

Le Yinuo inspected the petals carefully and nodded in satisfaction. “Very clean. Your salary is doubled this month.”

The maid’s face lit up with joy. “Thank you, Second Young Master!”

At that moment, the other maids tending to the rest of the flowers came forward as well.

Le Yinuo glanced at them and, with a grand gesture, doubled each of their monthly salaries.

The maids all chimed in with delighted, girlish thanks.

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The second young master instructed them to set their plates on the counter, and the maids one by one left the room.

“Uncle Liu, what’s next?” Le Yinuo, spatula in hand, picked out a petal he deemed imperfect and looked up for guidance.

Uncle Liu, dressed in his chef’s whites, glanced at the crystal pot simmering on the stove and nodded. “The water is boiling. Add the flowers.”

Le Yinuo nodded and, following instructions, dropped the petals in one by one.

When finished, he looked at Uncle Liu expectantly, waiting for the next step.

But Uncle Liu remained unmoved. After a while, when no further instructions came, Le Yinuo asked, “What should I do now?”

“Second Young Master, you’re making this tea for Miss in hopes she’ll recover quickly. Your love for her is unmatched,” Uncle Liu observed leisurely.

“Of course,” Le Yinuo replied, then realized his question hadn’t been answered. He asked again.

Uncle Liu tapped his tall chef’s hat and offered enigmatically, “Sincerity is the key to miracles.”

Le Yinuo: “In plain language, please.”

“Just wait here. When the water’s done boiling, it’s ready,” Uncle Liu finally explained.

Half an hour later, Le Yixian, still bedridden, received a steaming cup of floral tea brimming with her second brother’s affection.

“Little sis, drink this and get better soon. I picked the flowers myself and made the tea just for you,” Le Yinuo said.

Le Yixian hugged her pillow, her heart full of emotion.

It wasn’t just the tea moving her—she’d finally been switched from that endless, vast bed to a more reasonable three-meter one, supposedly to make caring for her easier while she was ill.

Later, she learned that even among the Li family, the largest beds were only about three meters; hers was the only one that could be called enormous.

After some time in this world, Le Yixian realized just how lavishly the Li family doted on the original girl. She had everything she could ever want: not just the bed that stretched on forever, but every item she used or consumed was of the finest quality—nothing ordinary or inexpensive would do.

Le Yixian gradually understood why Ke Yuandao had cast her in this role. He wanted to give her a beautiful, happy family—a home with loving parents and doting brothers.

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“Miss, you have a visitor,” the steward announced as she was lost in thought.

Ke Yuandao arrived, cradling a bouquet of golden roses in his arms. Under the bright lights, he seemed to glow.

“Se… senior, I heard from my mom that you were sick, so I… I came to check on you,” Ke Yuandao stammered, clutching the golden roses.

“Thank you,” Le Yixian smiled, reaching out her hand.

He froze, and when Le Yixian pointed to the roses in his hands, she prompted, “Aren’t these for me?”

“Y-yes, they are,” he replied, blushing furiously as he handed them over with trembling hands, never expecting she would take them herself.

Le Yixian took the bouquet, lowered her head to inhale the delicate fragrance, and thanked him warmly, “I really like them. Thank you.”

“…I’m glad you do!” Ke Yuandao was so dazzled by her smile that it took a moment for him to recover.

“Don’t just stand there—have a seat,” Le Yixian said, and Ke Yuandao, like a robot, obeyed her every word.

“How have things been at school these past days?” she asked.

“Pretty good. Everyone’s busy with the school anniversary, it’s lively. Senior, get well soon so we can go together,” Ke Yuandao replied.

“Alright,” Le Yixian nodded. “What’s your class planning for the celebration?”

Ke Yuandao thought hard, then hesitated, “I think… we’re opening a café?”

His answer was so uncertain that Le Yixian couldn’t help but laugh. “You don’t pay much attention to your class activities, do you?”

“What’s there to pay attention to?” the boy pouted.

“So what do you usually pay attention to?”

“Things about you, Senior…” He trailed off, meeting her gaze and suddenly flustered. He waved his hands defensively, “Senior, don’t get the wrong idea! I’m not stalking you, I haven’t been investigating what kind of flowers you like, or your favorite colors, or that you dislike French class, and I definitely don’t know about your habit of napping every afternoon!”