Victor Wen strode into the office, his sharp gaze sweeping briefly over Vivian Wen before taking a seat on the sofa.
He crossed one leg over the other, exuding the kind of authority that made the entire room’s air feel heavier.
When Simon Min had called him the night before, Victor had been stunned.
His cousin, usually calm and laser-focused on global deals, rarely involved himself in such trivial matters.
But when Simon’s tone turned cold and he said, “Handle this now—or I’ll send you to Africa,”
Victor had dropped everything, dragged Minister Liang from the Ministry of Education, and rushed straight to the university.
Now, seeing the girl in question standing there—eyes clear, back straight—Victor nearly choked.
So this was why Simon cared? For her?

Minister Liang took the seat beside him, scanning the room with sharp, appraising eyes before speaking, his voice steady but edged with steel.
“Dean,” he said, “the Ministry of Education received a formal complaint.
It states that Vice Dean Arthur Yao of your college has engaged in inappropriate relations with female students and abused his power—
specifically, that he repeatedly awarded the national first-class scholarship to his lover.
Is this true?”
“This…” The chief dean’s face drained of color. He darted a glance toward Arthur Yao.
“Dean Yao, care to explain yourself?”
Arthur nearly collapsed where he stood.
How could this have reached the Ministry’s ears—and even brought in Huasheng Group’s vice president?
He knew full well what it meant if this scandal was proven. His career—his entire future—would be finished.
He could never admit it.
“Minister Liang, I assure you,” he stammered, “I have always handled scholarship distribution with fairness and integrity. These accusations are false!”
Minister Liang arched a brow.
“Really? Because I’ve reviewed the records. Vivian Wen has ranked first in your department for three consecutive years—her academic scores far exceeding the second-place student, Bianca Fang.
Yet you repeatedly marked her conduct as ‘unacceptable,’ stripping her of eligibility.
Tell me, what exactly was so wrong with her conduct?”
Arthur wiped the sweat from his forehead, voice trembling.
“I—I received reports from several students that Vivian Wen had… improper relationships on campus, with more than one male student.
And that she was being kept by a wealthy man outside the university. Such behavior violates student ethics, so I—”
“Dean Yao,” Minister Liang snapped, his voice cutting like thunder, “accusations must be backed by evidence.
You say it came from students—then bring them here.
I want names, dates, and details.
And if we can’t verify their statements, I’ll ask the police to open a formal investigation.
This matter will be clarified.”
The color drained from Arthur’s face.
Even the thought of a police investigation made his knees weak.
He stared at the floor, eyes darting wildly, too afraid to speak.

Just then, Victor Wen—who had been silent until now—leaned forward slightly, his tone deceptively casual.
“Also,” he said, “I’ve heard rumors that Dean Yao and scholarship recipient Bianca Fang share… a close relationship.”
The word close landed like a bomb.
The room fell into absolute silence.
Bianca’s lips trembled. She cast a fearful glance at Arthur, whose face had turned ghost-white.
“T-that’s not true! Absolutely not!” Arthur stammered. “This is slander—pure slander!”
Victor’s smile didn’t reach his eyes.
“We’ll see about that.”
He gestured lightly, and his assistant—standing by the door—opened a laptop and placed it on the desk.
A video began to play.
The color drained from both Arthur’s and Bianca’s faces.
On screen was surveillance footage from the previous night—
the two of them in a restaurant, laughing, leaning close, feeding each other.
Their flirtation was shameless, undeniable.
Arthur’s jaw tightened. Bianca froze like a statue.
Both turned to glare daggers at Vivian Wen, as if she had orchestrated this.
But Vivian herself was just as stunned. How… did he even get that footage?
And that wasn’t all.
Victor’s assistant produced printed hotel records—dates, rooms, signatures.
Irrefutable evidence.

Victor rose slightly from his seat, his voice cold and resonant.
“As the dean of a college, you’ve had an improper relationship with your student, abused your position, and sabotaged others’ academic futures for personal gain.
Tell me, Dean—how can we, as major sponsors, trust a school like this with our funding?”
The chief dean’s legs wobbled.
“Mr. Wen, please… rest assured. The school will investigate this thoroughly. You’ll have a full report soon.”
Victor let out a low, sharp laugh.
He turned toward Minister Liang.
“I trust the Ministry will handle this fairly.
Everyone involved—teachers, students, or administrators—should face the consequences.”
The chief dean stumbled back half a step, his face ashen.
He regretted ever siding with Arthur Yao; now he realized he might lose his own position in the fallout.
Minister Liang stood, his voice firm and cutting.
“Effective immediately, Arthur Yao is relieved of his duties.
As for others connected to this matter—we’ll investigate and take disciplinary action accordingly.”
Arthur’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Twenty years of climbing the ranks—
and now, in one afternoon, everything he’d built was crumbling to dust.
He would be dismissed with record, forever tainted.
His breathing grew ragged.
Then his gaze fell on Bianca Fang, trembling in her seat.
In a sudden burst of desperation, he lunged forward—
grabbing her arm and yanking her violently to her feet.