Gu Qili had been waiting for just this sentence—playing the victim, playing the righteous one, those were all her usual tricks. To think that she once believed Hu Jiaojiao to be loyal, she must have been blind.
"You guys are that close now?" Gu Qili sneered at the corner of her mouth, casually playing with the earphones in her hand, "But I remember you used to call her ’Mole Sister,’ or am I wrong?"
Her rising tone made Hu Jiaojiao’s face flush with embarrassment, yet she found herself unable to refute.
Deng Feifei glared at Gu Qili furiously. She hated the mole on her face the most, which unfortunately was situated on an important facial nerve. Removing it could risk facial paralysis, so she had no choice but to endure the flaw on her otherwise beautiful face, which was indeed her sore spot.
"Gu Qili, what are you so arrogant about, still thinking you’re the Gu Family’s Miss? Your family is already bankrupt, your dad is dead, your mom is in the mental hospital, you pay for your tuition by selling yourself, people like you deserve this end," Deng Feifei’s shrill voice pierced Gu Qili like a venomous needle, drawing real blood.
Thinking of her deceased father, a pain swiftly enveloped her from head to toe.
If her father were still alive...
Struggling to hold back her tears, Gu Qili mockingly looked at the arrogant Deng Feifei: "At least your father is still alive, but he sure raised you into a mad dog that bites everywhere."
"Qiqi, how can you curse at people?" Hu Jiaojiao wore a face of sorrow as if you shouldn’t do this, you mustn’t do this, you’re so uncultured, shaking her head and sighing: "I know you’re in a difficult situation now, you do these things because you have no choice, but Qiqi, you’ve got to maintain the most basic self-respect."
Gu Qili was so angry she didn’t know what to say. The ones who once protected her endlessly, the ones who lived comfortably on her family’s wealth, were now talking to her about "self-respect"?
Eating hers, using hers, spending hers, where was their self-respect then?
All she could do was laugh bitterly.
"Miss Gu." An unfamiliar voice suddenly interrupted.
As Gu Qili looked up, she saw a man standing not too far away, dressed in a crisp suit, a golden badge on his chest displaying his name: Wan Zhou, with the title: Lobby Manager.
In the Pujing Hotel, being a lobby manager was no small position. They typically entertained guests from high society, and ordinary visitors rarely saw them.
Deng Feifei, naturally aware of this, flirtatiously blinked at Wan Zhou upon seeing him.
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His gaze fell on Gu Qili, his voice low and pleasant to the ear, clearly the result of professional training, giving off a particularly warm and approachable vibe.
"Miss Gu, the president has asked you to go home first. He has some matters to handle and will return later."
Gu Qili glanced at the majestic and brightly lit hotel in front of her, nodded, and said, "Thank you, I understand."
After saying this, she ignored the somewhat disheveled Deng Feifei and Hu Jiaojiao, took out her car keys directly, got into her car, and drove off. Wan Zhou opened the car door for her very gentlemanly, his palm sheltering the top of the door until she drove away. He then bowed deeply at 90 degrees before swiftly returning to the hotel.
Throughout this time, he didn’t even glance at Deng Feifei.