Chapter 2: Don’t Want to Lose Face in Front of Him
Although it requires passing through the main gate from here to off-campus, the distance is not far.
Gu Qili walked slowly, wishing she could turn into a turtle.
Until she reached the car and opened the door, she was even fantasizing that maybe it was just his driver, not him himself.
But the moment the door opened, this extravagant hope was dashed.
The black roof of the car had absorbed enough sunlight, making it somewhat hot to touch; she didn't know how long he had been parked here, and whether he had witnessed the earlier debacle, as being humiliated by money is not something to be proud of.
Gu Qili carefully closed the car door, trying to be as gentle as possible, wanting to minimize her presence.
The spacious Maybach 62 boasted luxurious and extravagant space, yet there he sat, his long legs slightly curled, making it seem cramped.
With his back to the light, he appeared somewhat casual, his left arm propped on the window, and his other hand skillfully operating the laptop on his lap, likely browsing some documents, his expression extraordinarily focused.
He didn't look at her, as if he didn't know she was sitting on the side. Originally, there was already a considerable distance between them, and his side face exuded a cold indifference that seemed to keep people at a thousand miles distance.
Gu Qili hugged the dictionary in her arms tighter, subtly moving towards the window under the guise of straightening her skirt until she touched the car door, only then did she feel secure.
"Young Master Qian, shall we go to the old house?" the driver Yuan Yi asked respectfully, while also giving Gu Qili a gentle nod.
"Hmm." A single syllable slipped from his thin lips, his gaze still focused on the computer screen, only his long legs shifted directions, this slight movement tensing every nerve in Gu Qili's body. Although she was far from him, his aura seemed to flow around her unknowingly, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.