Chapter 22: Testing His Level of Pretending to Be Blind

Su Ying glanced sharply at the girl who had spoken, her lips curling into a sneer. “Su Zheng isn’t free. He’s busy,” she said curtly, masking the irritation bubbling inside her.

When did Su Zheng start associating with the Feng family?

The thought gnawed at her. She and Feng Tingyue were peers, yet she had never even gotten close to him. Even as the vice chairman of the Student Union, her encounters with him were fleeting at best.

How could Su Zheng possibly have access to a man like Feng Tingyue when I can’t?

The injustice was suffocating.

By five o’clock that afternoon, Gu Li arrived at the Internet café as promised.

As expected, she spotted Feng Tingyue in a quiet corner, his lithe fingers tapping the keyboard as a cigarette smoldered between his fingers. His expression was focused, his sharp features illuminated by the glow of the computer screen.

Gu Li curled her lips into a sly smile, strolling over before dropping her bag with a deliberate thud onto the back of his chair.

“How did you recognize me?” she asked, plopping into the seat across from him. Her posture was nonchalant, one leg crossed over the other.

“My brother told me,” Feng Tingyue replied, his gaze flickering briefly to the faint scar on the corner of her left eye before returning to his screen. “He’s a little mad at you. You came all the way back from Country M and didn’t even bother to tell him.”

Gu Li clicked her tongue and booted up her computer. “I’ll play one round with you and then leave. I’ve got plans tonight.”

Feng Tingyue frowned slightly. “I don’t know what you’re planning, but when are you going to apologize to my brother? He’s been in a foul mood ever since.”

“Fourth Brother is so petty,” Gu Li sighed, about to retort when her phone rang abruptly.

The unfamiliar number on the screen made her pause. Frowning, she picked up.

“Su Zheng, it’s Letian.”

Gu Li’s expression shifted instantly. She shot to her feet, the sudden movement knocking her chair to the floor with a loud bang!

The sound drew a curious glance from Feng Tingyue, who raised an eyebrow.

When he looked at her again, he noticed her crimson lips curving into a wicked grin. Her eyes sparkled mischievously, sharp and cunning like a fox that had just spotted its prey.

“Hey, Letian,” Gu Li answered, her tone uncharacteristically serious. “What’s up?”

She hadn’t expected Mu Qinghan to contact her directly. They hadn’t exchanged numbers before, which meant he must have gone out of his way to find hers.

And it’s my brother Su Zheng’s old number, of all things.

Letian sounded irritable on the other end of the line. “Second Master wants to see you. We’re parked at the school gate. You’ve got five minutes.”

Gu Li hung up, tossing her phone back into her bag. She glanced at Feng Tingyue, her smile turning playful. “Sorry, I’ve got a date with my prey. No time to game with you tonight.”

“Hey! You’re ditching me again?” Feng Tingyue’s tone was drenched in disappointment.

“Relax,” Gu Li teased, ruffling his hair like an indulgent older sister. “Once I catch my prey, I’ll spend the whole night with you.”

If any of their classmates had witnessed the scene, they would’ve been utterly stunned.

As Gu Li sauntered out, Feng Tingyue muttered under his breath, “Heartless woman.”

Despite the complaint, a faint smile tugged at his lips. He knew Gu Li all too well—her unpredictable charm, her sharp tongue, and the strange magnetism that seemed to draw people to her, whether they liked it or not.

He recalled the time when he had once entertained the idea of pursuing her. But when he’d hinted at his interest, Gu Li had shut him down with a smirk and the dismissive remark: “You’re good, but I’ll only let you be my little brother.”

And that was that.

For reasons he couldn’t fully comprehend, every man around Gu Li eventually ended up playing the same role—brother, protector, confidant. Was this some strange power she possessed?

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Outside the campus gates, an imposing black Maybach idled under the soft glow of the streetlights.

Gu Li spotted it immediately and made her way over.

Sliding into the back seat, she found Mu Qinghan reclined against the plush leather interior, his eyes closed as if he were dozing. For once, he wasn’t wearing his signature sunglasses, and his chiseled features stood out starkly in the confined space.

Even in his apparent rest, his aura was oppressive, dominating the atmosphere of the car.

Gu Li made herself comfortable beside him, leaning back with her hands behind her head. She whistled lightly before breaking the silence. “Second Master, what do you want with me?”

At the sound of her voice, Mu Qinghan opened his eyes slowly. They were cold and sharp, like shards of ice.

He turned his head, gaze locking onto her.

Though he seemed to be looking at her, his focus felt distant, as if his eyes weren’t truly registering her presence.

Curious, Gu Li tilted her head. Unable to resist, she waved a hand in front of his face.

Let’s see just how much of this “blind act” is real, she thought mischievously.

But before she could get any further—

(End of Chapter 22)

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