Chapter 613: 336 People in mory
Bai Ye was about to leave when Fang Yuxin’s communicator suddenly rang. Seeing that the caller was Zhao Qiankun, he decided not to leave and turned around to sit next to Fang Yuxin, watching her answer the call, and with a lift of his eyebrow, he too wanted to hear what Zhao Qiankun was planning to say.
As soon as the call connected, Zhao Qiankun’s annoying face appeared on the small screen. It seed like he had dressed up on purpose, but Bai Ye couldn’t tell if it was to impress Fang Yuxin or if he always looked like this.
Bai Ye looked at Zhao Qiankun, who seed eager to have “I’m very handso” written across his forehead. His eyes narrowed slightly, feeling that Zhao was even more punchable than he had been the day before.
In truth, Zhao Qiankun was quite handso, especially when he smiled. His phoenix eyes would narrow softly, and his eyes were deep and bright which made him look quite charming. However, his charm’s effect varied from person to person. For so inexperienced girls, a single glance from him could send them head over heels. But for those who were used to seeing high-quality handso n and beautiful won, Zhao Qiankun was just average.
Especially upon closer inspection, although Zhao Qiankun looked handso and charming, his deanor was sowhat frivolous, lacking the composed presence of soone seasoned. To draw a comparison, he was like a nouveau riche who had struck it rich overnight. Despite how dazzlingly he dressed, he couldn’t compare to soone born into a true prestigious family—the gap in their deanors was just too wide.
Like Bai Yi, although his abilities fell short of Bai Ye’s, if you compared him to Zhao Qiankun based solely on deanor and charm, Zhao couldn’t hold a candle to him. However, Zhao Qiankun had a strong backing, which often made him appear confident, sothing Bai Yi couldn’t match.
Now, in the apocalypse, with zombies and mutated creatures everywhere, humanity was forced to shrink into small safe bases. No one knew what tomorrow might bring, and everyone was uneasy. In such circumstances, Zhao Qiankun always appeared full of confidence and assurance, naturally attracting both n and won to follow and support him.
This significantly boosted Zhao Qiankun’s charm value, making his pursuits of won usually successful. Often, won would even throw themselves at him, just to live securely under his protection.
Unfortunately, Zhao Qiankun failed to grasp the key point, thinking these won were attracted by his personal charm, and that they were interested in him as a person. Thus, seeing Fang Yuxin again, he was quite confident he could win her over and fulfill his longstanding desire.
Sadly for him, Fang Yuxin, who ca from a distinguished background, and was educated by Qu Qianhe and Fang Jintang, had Yiming Qiu as an excellent childhood friend from an early age, and later t an even more outstanding Bai Ye. How could she be interested in Zhao Qiankun? Even without Bai Ye, having Qingmu Spirit Mansion and relying on her own capabilities, she could live well in the apocalypse, and had no reason to seek Zhao Qiankun’s protection like other won.
So, when she saw Zhao Qiankun sporting what he thought was a very charming smile, she only raised an eyebrow, her expression clear and unmoved. Bai Ye, who had been sneakily watching Fang Yuxin’s reaction, saw that she showed no response to Zhao Qiankun’s punchable face and couldn’t help but glance proudly at Zhao on the screen.
Unfortunately for Fang Yuxin, the video wasn’t on her end. She and Bai Ye could clearly see Zhao Qiankun, but Zhao couldn’t see them.
Zhao Qiankun’s voice ca through the speaker, “Xinxin, can you turn on the video? I want to see you.”
As soon as Bai Ye heard this, his brows furrowed, and his expression darkened—what the hell was this Zhao trying to pull, acting so familiar? Thinking he could video chat with Xinxin like he was soone special?
Thinking this, he imdiately turned his head, watching Fang Yuxin nervously, fearing she might agree.
Fang Yuxin, amused by his visibly anxious expression, smiled at him. Then, in a cool tone, she said to Zhao Qiankun, “Mr. Zhao, I don’t think we’re that close. You should call ‘Miss Fang.’ I’m not comfortable with you being so familiar.”
Zhao Qiankun frowned unhappily on the other end, his voice carrying a hint of dissatisfaction, “Really? I thought we were quite familiar.”
Fang Yuxin rolled her eyes. Did Zhao think she was so naive young girl, or did he see himself as the overbearing CEO from a drama? His tone was really annoying, really!
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