Wu Qiaoqiao was both shocked and incredulous when she received the letter.
Gu Zhihan actually wrote her a letter?
But, they didn’t have any contact, did they?
Could it be that he dumped Luo Mengmeng and had taken a fancy to her?
At this moment, Wu Qiaoqiao was completely immersed in her own fantasies, completely failing to notice that although the handwriting on the paper looked like Gu Zhihan’s, it was actually very different from his true handwriting.
This letter wasn’t written by Gu Zhihan at all.
It was Luo Mengmeng who had traced Gu Zhihan’s handwriting on the paper and wrote it on his behalf.
If Wu Qiaoqiao knew that the letter she treasured like a precious jewel was actually written by Luo Mengmeng, who knows if she would have coughed up blood and died on the spot.
"Since Gu Zhihan himself has asked me out, I must dress up beautifully!" In order to attract Gu Zhihan’s attention, Wu Qiaoqiao used the excuse of a stomachache to ask the homeroom teacher for leave that evening, then left the school to go to the beauty salon, hair salon, and clothing store to adorn herself.
She was determined to dazzle him!
By the time it was after nine o’clock, Wu Qiaoqiao, wearing a pure white chiffon dress, her delicate and pale legs exposed, stepped on a pair of silver high heels, her face adorned with exquisite makeup.
Carrying a small purse, she walked elegantly with a ladylike gait towards the café’s private room.
Upon opening the door, she saw Gu Zhihan sitting inside.
Although he was dressed in a plain blue and white school uniform, his extraordinary handsomeness and demeanor were unmistakable, his calm and collected presence resembling that of an aristocrat’s son.
Wu Qiaoqiao stared entranced, instinctively calling out, "Gu Zhihan..."
Gu Zhihan looked up with a smile upon hearing the movement.
Despite the smile on his face, it didn’t reach his eyes—if you looked closely, you could see that he was fighting back a surge of revulsion as he spoke so gently to her.
If it hadn’t been for his need to investigate the truth behind the "destruction of the blackboard newspaper," he would have turned and left long ago.
"Um..." Wu Qiaoqiao nervously pinched her skirt and softly replied.
This was her first time being alone with Gu Zhihan in a secluded place.
Therefore, she felt especially nervous and uneasy at this moment.
Continuing to suppress his disgust, Gu Zhihan gestured for her to sit down, "Come, take a seat."
Wu Qiaoqiao bashfully lowered her head and slowly tip-toed to the seat opposite him.
Once seated, she looked across at the indifferent and composed boy and couldn’t help but ask, "Um, why did you want to meet with me today?"
Could it be that he wanted to confess his feelings to her?
As Wu Qiaoqiao indulged in her delightful fantasies, she heard Gu Zhihan pass her a beautifully colored cocktail.
"Let’s have a drink first, and then we’ll talk."
Gu Zhihan lifted his glass, signaling her to come and clink glasses with him.
Thinking he was mustering courage to prepare for his confession, Wu Qiaoqiao hurriedly lifted her glass to clink with his, "Cheers."
Her glass gently tapped against Gu Zhihan’s.
After a wry smile, Gu Zhihan downed his drink in one go, "I’ve finished mine, you do as you please."
"I’ll finish mine too!"
Wu Qiaoqiao, not wanting to seem inferior, also promptly drank it all.
But after just one sip, she felt a burning pain in her throat. She wanted to spit it out, but thinking of Gu Zhihan’s "gentle" gaze upon her, she didn’t dare make the rude gesture of spitting out the drink and forced herself to swallow it instead.