Because she needs to cover the mole between her eyebrows, she’s accustomed to using long bangs to hide it on camera. The delicate face beneath the bangs, along with her simple and innocent smile, are all beyond reproach.
Gu Qili couldn’t help but snark inwardly; the way he was so openly asking about a celebrity, it’s almost certain he’s taken a fancy to her. These wealthy people are so capricious, liking someone and directly talking prices. And with Mu Shuoqian’s stature, he probably wouldn’t even need to offer anything; those female stars would be tripping over themselves to get close to him.
The box of condoms found in his suitcase the last time he went on a business trip was the best proof of being prepared rather than sorry.
Gu Qili gave a humph through her nose, lowered her head to continue working on the practice book, with an obviously colder attitude. When she finally spoke, her voice was full of sarcasm: "Oh, you don’t know her? Her name is Deng Feifei, an up-and-coming actress."
The commercial had already finished at this point, and the game had started again.
Mu Shuoqian glanced at her, a hint of curiosity lifting the corners of his mouth: "You know her?"
"Sort of." Not only did she know her, but they’d also had a conflict, even bickering as recently as tonight, but these were things she had no need to let him know about. "Why, do you want to meet her? I can introduce you."
The words came out smoothly, but suddenly, there was a sour feeling in her stomach.
Feeling like he was staring at her all this time, Gu Qili, somewhat guilty, looked up and glared at him: "Okay, we were schoolmates in the past."
He silently observed her, his gaze deep and profound.
Gu Qili felt creeped out by his stare, always feeling like he knew everything. She could only wave her hand in resignation, with the air of admitting defeat: "Alright, alright, I don’t get along with her. I just hate and dislike her. If you’re looking to have fun with an actress, consider someone of a higher caliber."
Mu Shuoqian’s thin, well-shaped lips suddenly lifted upwards, his eyes and brows conveying a trace of smugness: "Gu Qili."
"Hmm?" She looked at him with her clear, distinctively large eyes.
"Are you... jealous?"
Her face suddenly turned red, and she became flustered and disoriented, the workbook in her palm crinkling.
"What nonsense are you spouting, who’s jealous? Don’t flatter yourself," she said in panic, not daring to look at his face, which was sure to be filled with his usual mocking expression.
"I’m going to sleep." She hurriedly gathered her scattered things, fleeing back to her bedroom like a ghost on the chase. As soon as the door closed, it was pulled open again, and she reached out to yank back the skirt caught in the door, awkwardly closing it again to disappear from sight.
Mu Shuoqian leisurely took out his phone, pulled up the surveillance, and slid his fingertip across the screen to zoom in on the image. Did she think she was safe just by closing the door?
The moment Gu Qili entered the room, she stumbled and fell, with things flying everywhere. Sitting on the ground, she picked up the books, muttering under her breath. There was no sound in the surveillance, but he could probably guess; she must be cursing him for being presumptuous.
The corners of Mu Shuoqian’s mouth turned upwards even more, completely ignoring the fact that the team he was rooting for had just lost by a hair’s breadth, a loss that concerned their chances of advancing to the finals smoothly.
Gu Qili felt utterly jinxed, thrown off balance just by Mu Shuoqian’s ambiguous statement.
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Gu Qili comforted herself in this way, immediately feeling much better. Just as she was about to rise from the ground, she suddenly narrowed her eyes and focused intently on the wall lamp dangling above the bed.