Gu Qili came out of the school library, and as it was approaching evening, thinking about the stone pot rice noodles in Canteen No. 2, her footsteps involuntarily hastened.
"Gu Qili." Suddenly, a pair of arms emerged midway and blocked her path, "Stop."
The opponent's eyes were fierce as if holding deep resentment against her, but upon meeting her innocent, glistening eyes, his momentum weakened immediately, yet his voice was still loud.
"Gu Qili, will you or will you not agree to be my girlfriend?" Discover more novels at novel·fiɾe·net
Gu Qili tightened her grip on the big dictionary she held in her arms, expressionless, her voice as faint as a drifting breeze, "I have answered this question many times already."
"Today is the last time," Guan Zhe clenched his fist, seemingly still hopeful.
She didn't want to repeat her refusal over and over, and she really didn't have a good impression of this Guan Zhe.
"The answer remains the same." Gu Qili bypassed him, intending to leave.
Guan Zhe became desperate and grabbed her arm, his voice deepening, "Gu Qili, stop acting so high and mighty, thinking you are still the Gu Family's young miss, a delicate flower of the upper class. Your Gu Family is bankrupt now, you are nothing."
Gu Qili paused momentarily, forgetting to intensify the force on her arm.
"My dad is Guan Dalong, he has plenty of money. I am his only son, and I also have endless money. Aren't you desperately trying to earn scholarships just because you want money? Name your price, young master here will give it to you." Guan Zhe flung a stack of hundred yuan bills he had prepared onto her forcefully. The red banknotes fell like a shower, the sharp edges of the paper scratching Gu Qili's cheeks, stinging her.
She lowered her eyelids, her slender fingers suddenly gripping the folds of her skirt, the ripples in her eyes rapidly spreading outward.
"Name your price," Guan Zhe looked down on her arrogantly. This goddess he had pursued for four years, always revered as the most sacred being in his heart, had repeatedly rejected him. His face had been torn to shreds already, this time he and his dorm mates had bet heavily, determined to sleep with her because he believed that even the most haughty woman would spread her legs in front of money.
Gu Qili slowly swallowed the turbid air in her mouth, her face regaining its calm as if those words had not hurt her.
The library was already emptying with a large number of students leaving, and they would soon witness this scene.
She glanced at the nearby basketball court, where several boys were playing basketball. She recognized one of them as her classmate, Zhang Jian.
Zhang Jian was ready to make a layup when suddenly he heard someone call out his name. He turned around and saw Gu Qili standing there.
As the school beauty of the French Institute, Gu Qili was a well-known figure. He paused, and his companions also turned their gaze.
Without saying a word, Gu Qili just pointed at the scattered banknotes on the ground.
"Bros, there's money to pick up." Zhang Jian threw the basketball aside and led several people rushing over.
With their eyes turning red, several large hands pushed away the stunned Guan Zhe, and they began scrambling to pick up the money recklessly.
"What are you doing, that's my money, see who dares to touch it."
Nobody paid him any attention, Guan Zhe's feet were stepped on several times, and his expensive shoes became dirty.
While Guan Zhe was held back by the crowd, Gu Qili quickly freed herself from his entanglement. After such a commotion, her mood for eating noodles had completely vanished, and she was about to return to her dormitory when a piercing horn sounded from a black Maybach 62 on the nearby asphalt road.
Even though Gu Qili didn't know the person inside, she recognized the car.
She never expected that he would come to the school.