Gu Qili was so engrossed that she didn’t realize when she picked up a piece of paper.
Could someone as unconventional as him actually be interested in these boring lovey-dovey notes?
Glancing at the note, Gu Qili was a bit startled; it read: Qili, I want to confess my feelings to you.
A very neat and elegant handwriting, exuding a masculine aura, one could vaguely sense the excited yet nervous emotions of the note’s writer.
Such familiar handwriting, very familiar indeed.
Indeed, at Australian University, she was the only one called Qili.
When Gu Qili was very young, she asked her dad why he chose such an odd name for her, one that sounded like a boy’s.
Her dad smiled, held her on his lap, and patiently explained that her mom had insisted on walking every day to ensure a smooth delivery, and on that day, she suddenly felt the labor pain while walking on the mountain. With no village ahead, no store behind, and no cell phone signal, her father had to carry her mother and walked and walked, covering seven miles before they could flag down a car, and she was born as soon as they reached the hospital. Her mother suggested, why not name her Qili.
Her dad told the story as if it were true, but Gu Qili only found out a few years ago that he had made it all up.
"It must be me," she somehow felt a bit guilty and cautiously avoided looking into his eyes, "Let me see."
She reached out to casually take the ’incriminating evidence’, but couldn’t even touch the corner of the paper; he had already crumpled the note and thrown it into a trash bin nearby; his face didn’t look good at all.
It was just a note of unrequited love, yet he seemed kind of unhappy about it.
They were just a couple in name, she didn’t have to be perfectly obedient to him, and moreover, during his last business trip, he even threw condoms into his suitcase right in front of her. He could have other women, yet she barely received a love note—it was as if she had committed some indecent act.
The more Gu Qili thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, so she decided to provoke him on purpose. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel_fіre.net
"A lot of people at our school have crushes on me." This was actually true; it was routine to receive confessions every now and then, "Just on last month’s Valentine’s Day, a guy even set up 9,999 roses under our dorm building. It was a huge spectacle, the whole school knew about it."
This was an exaggeration on her part; it was actually just ninety-nine roses.
Mu Shuoqian looked at her with an expressionless face, his gaze cold as he watched her full, lively lips move.
"Oh, and there was a limerick too, ’Gu Qili, Gu Qili, to chase Qili line up for miles.’"
Gu Qili exaggerated a few more confession incidents intentionally, but still couldn’t see any change in his expression; she felt like she was being overly sentimental, and that her question earlier was probably just a curiosity.
How could he possibly care about her!
Luckily the rice noodle pot was brought over, and she instantly forgot the awkwardness just now, smiling as she picked up the chopsticks, her eyes delightedly fixed on the pot of rice noodles.
Since Chen Yishu got burned, this was her first time eating rice noodles.
Gu Qili served herself some rice noodles from the pot into a small bowl, added some chili peppers according to her preference, blew on them to cool them off, and was ready to start eating.
Looking up at the man across her, he was still sitting straight, showing no indication of starting to eat.
"Aren’t you going to eat?" Gu Qili asked doubtfully; hadn’t he just said he was hungry?
Mu Shuoqian furrowed his brows and stared at the messy pot in front of him, finally asking disdainfully, "What is this?"
Gu Qili burst out laughing; no wonder he hadn’t touched his chopsticks, he had never seen rice noodles before.