Chapter 1 Name Your Price
Gu Qili came out of the school library, and as it was approaching evening, thinking about the stone pot rice noodles in Canteen No. 2, her footsteps involuntarily hastened.
"Gu Qili." Suddenly, a pair of arms emerged midway and blocked her path, "Stop."
The opponent's eyes were fierce as if holding deep resentment against her, but upon meeting her innocent, glistening eyes, his momentum weakened immediately, yet his voice was still loud.
"Gu Qili, will you or will you not agree to be my girlfriend?"
Gu Qili tightened her grip on the big dictionary she held in her arms, expressionless, her voice as faint as a drifting breeze, "I have answered this question many times already."
"Today is the last time," Guan Zhe clenched his fist, seemingly still hopeful.
She didn't want to repeat her refusal over and over, and she really didn't have a good impression of this Guan Zhe.
"The answer remains the same." Gu Qili bypassed him, intending to leave.
Guan Zhe became desperate and grabbed her arm, his voice deepening, "Gu Qili, stop acting so high and mighty, thinking you are still the Gu Family's young miss, a delicate flower of the upper class. Your Gu Family is bankrupt now, you are nothing."
Gu Qili paused momentarily, forgetting to intensify the force on her arm.
"My dad is Guan Dalong, he has plenty of money. I am his only son, and I also have endless money. Aren't you desperately trying to earn scholarships just because you want money? Name your price, young master here will give it to you." Guan Zhe flung a stack of hundred yuan bills he had prepared onto her forcefully. The red banknotes fell like a shower, the sharp edges of the paper scratching Gu Qili's cheeks, stinging her.
She lowered her eyelids, her slender fingers suddenly gripping the folds of her skirt, the ripples in her eyes rapidly spreading outward.