Not only Deng Feifei and Hu Jiaojiao, but Gu Qili was also looking shocked, not caring to clean her lunchbox, she hastily secured the lid and rushed out.
"Young Master Qian..." Deng Feifei seed not to have given up on chasing after him, but Hu Jiaojiao quickly grabbed her, her delicate hand pointing outside: "Fei’er, look."
Mu Shuoqian walked to the door, just as there happened to be a trash can for leftover food nearby. He stopped in his tracks, quickly undid his buttons, took off his coat, and with a look of disgust, tossed it in, not the least bit heartbroken about its expensive cost.
Clothes that had been touched by other won disgusted him to the core, he feared he’d break out in a rash just by wearing them.
Seeing all this, Deng Feifei’s face turned ashen, as if she had been slapped pia pia. A second ago, she had fantasized about climbing the social ladder with the help of Mu Shuoqian, but in the next second, she realized her own foolishness.
This man was indeed allergic to won, just as the rumors said.
But what about Gu Qili? Why could she drive his car, share a lunchbox with him, and even get him to carry her backpack, and now their departing figures side by side were even more of an eyesore?
"Fei’er, is he really the Second Young Master of Mu Family?" Hu Jiaojiao looked in the direction Mu Shuoqian had left, her eyes full of yearning. This man who seed like a deity was the man of her dreams, but she felt the distance between them was insurmountable.
"You might as well stop dreaming," Deng Feifei said with a sneer, interrupting her wild fantasies, "With just you trying to curry favor with Mu Shuoqian? You saw his attitude just now. Unless you change your gender, maybe he’d take another glance at you."
So venomous were Deng Feifei’s words that Hu Jiaojiao was seething with anger inside, but she kept a gentle expression on her face and responded with a smile: "He doesn’t fancy you; that only says he has no taste."
"Then who do you think is prettier, or Gu Qili?"
"How could Gu Qili compare to you? She was inferior to you even when she was a young lady, and now that she’s fallen on hard tis, she’s not on your level anymore. It’s just that she’s ingratiated herself with Young Master Qian, what’s the point of getting angry at soone like her? It lowers your own taste for no reason," Hu Jiaojiao sweet-talked her way through, and only then did Deng Feifei’s face look sowhat better, but still, she said through gritted teeth: "I just utterly despise that Gu Qili."
Gu Qili glanced at the trash can that had just swallowed an expensive garnt, shook her head helplessly.
Having money ans being capricious.
She caught up with his steps, "Let carry the backpack."
Her backpack wasn’t small, it needed to fit many books, but in his hands, it looked like a primary school student’s bag, several sizes too small.
He didn’t speak, nor did he show any intention of giving it to her, so Gu Qili had no choice but to give up and follow his lead, step by step.
"Going to the library?" She had indeed promised the principal to take him for a library visit.
"Is it crowded in the library?" He suddenly asked in a low voice.
Thinking he was afraid of being exposed, Gu Qili hurried to explain: "There won’t be many people during this tislot, today’s schedule is the busiest one for the entire school."
She also had classes in the afternoon, but she had been temporarily assigned to accompany him. He was a distinguished and important guest to the school, evident by the principal’s cautious deanor.
"No one’s there?" He mused thoughtfully as he pinched his chin and then fell silent.
Gu Qili felt a chill, getting the sense that the words ’I’m up to no good’ were written all over that face.
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