Chapter 379: Then It Seems Like You’re Asking for Another Beating
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Back then, he felt that the figure approaching him must be an angel.
Soon after, he was rescued.
When he opened his eyes again, there was a group of people around him, crying and yelling his name. He also saw Shen Rou, drenched in her white dress, standing beside him.
It was at that moment that he fell for her.
Shen Rou had saved his life.
She had appeared when he was most afraid and hopeless.
She was just like an angel, approaching him inch by inch, and saving him just before he entered the gates of hell.
At that point, if Shen Rou hadn’t appeared…
He might have just…
Well, as they said, it was easiest to fall for the people who’d saved oneself.
That was exactly the case for him and Shen Rou.
Before that, he’d always seen Shen Rou as a younger sister.
He was the only son and had no siblings, so he treated her like a sister of his own.
His feelings for Shen Rou changed only because of that incident.
From then on, no matter how many times Shen Rou upset him, or how much she’d changed since she was a child, he’d tolerate her and like her for all that she was.
Simply because Shen Rou rescued him before.
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This was something he’d be grateful for life.
When he was immersed in the water, his consciousness was already foggy.
In a blur, he recalled seeing a pretty pair of eyes and catching a whiff of a sweet smile when the figure got closer.
When Qiao Mianmian came closer just now, he caught the scent on her.
He found it familiar.
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Qiao Mianmian was actually speechless when she heard his response.
She simply felt that he was a lunatic.
And now she realized that she’d been trying to reason with one.
Had she lost her mind too?
Since he’d already put it this way, there was not much left for Qiao Mianmian to say.
She nodded with a smile. “Alright, then. Suit yourself. So many people dislike me anyway, you’re just another one of them. Do as you please.”
Gong Zeli frowned at her but did not say more.
“Y-Young Master Gong…”
One of the employees mustered the courage to ask him, “W-Would you still like to have the bag?”
Gong Zeli turned around and looked at the employee. He had completely forgotten about it.
He was just about to say something when Qiao Mianmian firmly said, “I want the wine red bag. Gong Zeli, I don’t care whether you hate me or not, but I want this bag.”
Gong Zeli had no interest in the bag whatsoever.
He’d said otherwise just now simply to go against Qiao Mianmian.
The employee seemed to be in a spot. “Young Master Gong, w-well… it was this lady who decided on the bag first.”
Gong Zeli looked at how insistent Qiao Mianmian seemed and narrowed his eyes. He smiled. “Oh? What if I won’t agree to it?”
“Then it seems like you’re asking for another beating.”
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A low, icy voice was heard from behind them.
Gong Zeli stiffened up, and his expression changed.
Qiao Mianmian turned around and saw the man approaching her coldly. She was taken aback for a moment before walking towards him with a smile.
“You’re done with your call?” She took the initiative to hold his hand.
Her little hand was in his palm.
She very rarely took the initiative, especially in public.
So, right at that moment, Mo Yesi was stunned.