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Li Luoran, who was about to go on vacation and still hadn’t seen Su Pingnan again, received gifts seven times during the two months Su Pingnan had disappeared.
The seven exquisite gifts were now neatly wrapped and placed in her dorm wardrobe, while she waited for an opportunity to return them to him.
She accepted them because each time the one delivering the gift would just leave the gift and walk away. No matter how she refused, he would always give her a pleading look to make her keep them.
Gradually she realized it wasn’t only her—almost all the girls in the dorm had received gifts, though none were as expensive as hers. Her friends had long been bought off by that guy she had only met once. No wonder they kept singing his praises to her.
Sometimes she wondered: if Su Pingnan liked her, why hadn’t he come to see her in so long? He wouldn’t be too shy to come like a little boy, would he? She asked Du Dandan and the ones who had received gifts, and they all said he was very busy.
When asked, Du Dandan would magically recall the night Su Pingnan had looked at her so seriously and said, “I’m very rich.”
“He’s very rich?” Li Luoran asked.
Du Dandan relayed gossip she had just heard from an old friend, her expression void of any hope for herself, “Apparently he went crazy and treated people to a meal that cost 160,000 yuan.”
Li Luoran returned to the dorm in a strange daze, opened her wardrobe, took out her bankbook, and lay on the bed staring at the balance: 340 yuan.
160,000 yuan for a single meal—was he literally eating banknotes?
If he really was that rich, then those gifts he’d sent her must be worth a fortune. What should she do? Li Luoran suddenly thought of Shan Qingqing.
Shan Qingqing was also a student at the same university, a senior in her fourth year. Living a uniquely refined and elegant life, she was so ostentatious that the boys in school didn’t even dare to pursue her—not because they didn’t want to, but because they were afraid.
Despite living in such a modest era, she was a woman who always wore expensive foreign goods. Her clothes were so beautiful that the other girls tried desperately to imitate her style, only to be shocked by the price and learn what luxury meant for the first time.
She was a girl who brazenly drove a BMW to class, and her wildly styled red hair had captivated so many boys.
Li Luoran got up and called Shan Qingqing.
“Hello my pretty girl. Miss me?”
The voice on the phone was as flamboyant and domineering as ever. Li Luoran and Shan Qingqing were friends—Shan Qingqing was actually the one who actively befriended her.
In Shan Qingqing’s words, this was the first time she had ever seen such a perfectly gentle girl—how could she not befriend her?
“Um, Sister Qingqing, someone gave me some things. I think they’re expensive. I want you to take a look—if they’re too costly I have to find a way to return them right away.”
The other end of the line burst into laughter. “If you like them, just keep them. I’ll help you look—these little brats really are willing to spend money on you.”
Just after hanging up, another call came in.
Li Luoran answered. A calm, indifferent voice said, “Is Li Luoran there?”
Li Luoran suddenly felt a twinge of irritation—this guy was calling her only after so long.
“Yes, it’s me.”
Li Luoran deliberately put on a very cold tone.
“Oh, I want to see you. I’m taking a flight over tonight. I’ll take you to dinner.”
Beep beep beep… Li Luoran was stunned by the call—was that it? The man just said what he needed to say and just hung up. He didn’t even ask if she was agreeable!
After grinding her teeth for a long time, she began worrying about what to wear for dinner, not even noticing Shan Qingqing coming in.
When Shan Qingqing entered the dorm, she took one look at Li Luoran and her eyes widened, as though she had discovered a whole new world.
“Young lady, you’re in love?”
Li Luoran rolled her eyes and wisely didn’t reply. This girl was mentally unhinged—the more you tried to defend yourself, the more excited she got.
Throwing the gifts to Shan Qingqing, Li Luoran propped her chin and continued to stare into space. Should she go? What to wear? Would he pick her up or should she go by herself? Too many questions—she had successfully turned her brain into mush.
With one look, Shan Qingqing recognized the pieces as Harry Winston jewelry. A flash of surprise crossed her eyes—students these days were spending that lavishly?
Li Luoran was still lost in her wild thoughts when Shan Qingqing’s scream shattered them.
“You’re doomed.”
Shan Qingqing’s pretty eyes seemed to shine as she stared fixedly at Li Luoran.
“What’s wrong?”
For no reason, Li Luoran felt her heart flutter nervously.
“880,000 yuan—the Harry Winston eight-piece ‘confession’ set. You’ve already received seven pieces; only the final ‘forever’ ring set is missing. Young lady, do you really not know what’s happening or are you just pretending?!”
Startled by Shan Qingqing’s words, Li Luoran’s jaw dropped for a moment before she stammered, “Wh-what?”
Seeing Li Luoran completely dumbfounded, Shan Qingqing ground her teeth in frustration.
“I’ve wanted this set so badly I’ve nearly gone crazy—there’s only one set in the whole of Shanghai and it ended up in your hands!”
Shan Qingqing almost went into a fit as she rolled wildly on Li Luoran’s bed, not caring that her clothes were getting wrinkled from the thrashing.
“Who is it?” Once she had expended her frenzy, Shan Qingqing grabbed Li Luoran and demanded an answer.
“H-huh?” Poor Li Luoran had no idea how to answer her friend.
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