Chapter 46: Chapter 46: Who to Fight?
Chapter 46: Chapter 46: Who to Fight?
Li Qiao looked at those three characters and Shang Yu’s distinctive pure black profile picture, ripples of emotion arose in her doe eyes, and she couldn’t help but smile.
She pondered for a few seconds, still chose not to type anything, and sent two more [withered roses].
This time, the chat messages came to a halt.
A full five minutes passed without a reply from Shang Yu.
With an expressionless face, Li Qiao locked her phone screen and flung it onto the tea table beside her.
Had she overdone the flirting, or was he too busy with official matters to reply?
Complex emotions fermented at the bottom of her heart, and Li Qiao’s pretty face grew colder and increasingly tense.
Just then, the phone she had tossed on the table suddenly vibrated.
The others in the office also cast sidelong glances.
Li Qiao grabbed the phone.
The screen displayed just one word: “Yan.”
This was her unique note for Shang Yu.
As Li Qiao’s tense expression gradually eased, her voice was a bit husky when she answered, “Hello~”
She got up to leave while taking the call.
As she reached the door, Lu Wen craned her neck and called out to her, “Hey, the issue isn’t resolved yet, don’t go—”
Li Qiao pulled the phone away from her ear, squinted her eyes, and said in a low, cool voice, “Looking for a fight?”
Lu Wen shut her mouth with a twinkle in her eyes, thinking she probably couldn’t win against Li Qiao, especially since her wrist was already swollen from when Li Qiao hit her with the thesis materials earlier.
At this moment, Duan Yuanhui took a sip of water from his thermos and, rubbing his temples, said to Li Qiao, “Stop talking nonsense.
Make it a quick call and come right back.”
Li Qiao glanced at Duan Yuanhui, tugged at the corner of her lips, then pushed open the door and strode away.
Why did she detect a tone of helplessness and…
indulgence in Duan Yuanhui’s voice?
What kind of teacher-student relationship is this, so harmonious?
Outside in the corridor, Li Qiao came to a secluded spot by the window.
She glanced at the phone still in a call and brought it back to her ear, calling out unhurriedly, “Is Master Yan still there?”
“Mm.” The man answered gravely, his tone betraying neither pleasure nor anger, “Who are you planning to fight?”
Clearly, he had heard Li Qiao’s earlier remark.
Li Qiao cleared her throat, her fingers drifting lightly over the window, “Nobody important, just an outsider.
There was a few seconds of silence on the phone, softly rustling, before Shang Yu’s sultry voice came through, “Not busy.
Did someone bully you at school?”
Li Qiao pursed her lips, thinking of the man likely lounging back in his office chair, chatting with her on the phone, her throat began to itch again.
Gathering her thoughts, Li Qiao gazed out at the misty sky, her smile deepening, she teased boastfully, “I can’t be bullied, after all, I’m the player who was able to beat Master Yan.”
The conversation seemed to stall there.
After a moment of thought, Li Qiao said resignedly, “Well, you must be busy, so I won’t disturb Master Yan’s work.”
“Is it your thesis defense today?” The man suddenly asked.
Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, her fingertips starting to trace circles, or rather heart shapes, on the window, “Yes, how did you know, Master Yan?”
Shang Yu didn’t answer, he asked another question instead, “What time does it end?”
The man pondered for a moment, “Mm, let’s leave it at that then, good luck with your defense.”
Ending the call, Li Qiao slowly put down her phone.
Her eyes looked as though they were filled with the bright light of spring.
Then, as she turned around, she saw Duan Yuanhui standing a few steps away, hands behind his back, watching her.
Li Qiao’s casual smile had yet to fade when Duan Yuanhui glanced at the messy circle marks on the corridor window and sighed, “Who was that on the phone?
Do you have a boyfriend?”
Li Qiao put the phone into her pocket and nonchalantly replied, “Uncle, do you know the secret to grandfather staying young at heart?”
Duan Yuanhui couldn’t help but laugh, walking over to pat Li Qiao affectionately on the head, “Are you saying I’m being nosy?!”