Chapter 22: Chapter 22: My Dad Won’t Let Me Show Off My Wealth Chapter 22: Chapter 22: My Dad Won’t Let Me Show Off My Wealth Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio At this moment, Li Qiao circled around the school’s Mingyuan Lake, wearing sunglasses and strolling slowly towards the direction of her dormitory.
Her graduation thesis was still on the computer in her dorm room, and next week she was to enter the graduation defense phase.
“Qiaoqiao—” Someone called her by the shore of Mingyuan Lake.
Li Qiao paused slightly, looked over the top of her sunglasses, and saw Tang Yiting.
Standing beside her was a familiar figure, the bartender from Entertainment City Bar, Wen Shi.
Then Tang Yiting walked briskly towards her, her gaze swept over Li Qiao, and with her chin tilted proudly, she asked, “Boss, did you forget something?”
Oh, she was reminding her about that Chanel leather bag.
Li Qiao casually gestured with her lips towards the gate outside the school, “It’s in the trunk, pick it up later.”
“Thanks, Boss!” Tang Yiting immediately sidled up to her with a fawning attitude, hooking arms with her.
“Tell me, who was the big shot you left with that night?”
Wen Shi happened to arrive by their side, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he nodded at Li Qiao.
Instead of answering Tang Yiting’s question, Li Qiao looked at Wen Shi with a light tone, “Why have you come to the medical university?”
“I’m here with my mentor for some work, just happened to run into Xiao Tang,” Wen Shi replied with a light smile.
In the past, Tang Yiting often went to the slow bar at Entertainment City with Li Qiao, so she was very familiar with Wen Shi.
Tang Yiting, unsatisfied with the change of topic, pinched Li Qiao’s wrist and muttered softly, “Xiao Wen just told me that you left with Shang Shaoyan that night?
That big demon from the South Sea?
Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, looking at Tang Yiting’s face, which was clearly burning with gossip.
She lifted her sunglasses slightly and shook her head noncommittally.
Tang Yiting’s neck stiffened, seemingly disappointed, and she slapped her thigh.
“Hey, I was saying, how could you know Shang Shaoyan, so you…”
Before she could finish, Li Qiao added expressionlessly, “He’s not a big demon.”
The stunned Tang Yiting: “!!!”
She didn’t make a sound but mouthed two words: Holy… shit?
Li Qiao proudly raised her eyebrows, “I’m off to my dorm, you guys chat.”
“Wait, I’ll go too, Xiao Wen can have fun by himself,” Tang Yiting left Wen Shi behind and scurried after Li Qiao toward the dormitory building.
Wen Shi stood there, watching Li Qiao’s slender and cool back disappear, his gentle features revealing a trace of faint mockery.
Li Qiao and Tang Yiting arrived shoulder to shoulder at the dormitory building.
Just as they arrived at the entrance, they ran into their roommate Jiang Yi.
Jiang Yi eyed Li Qiao with an unfriendly look; wearing a simple T-shirt and ordinary jeans, she glanced at her own designer dress and a sense of superiority welled up inside her.
“You’re staying here tonight?”
Li Qiao glanced at Jiang Yi through her sunglasses, her expression cold, “I’m not.”
Actually, Jiang Yi’s animosity towards Li Qiao ran deep, mainly because the self-proclaimed beautiful Jiang Yi was confident at the start of school that she would become the belle of the department or even the shining star of the medical university, only to be completely overshadowed by Li Qiao.
She remembered the battle for the department’s belle very clearly when eighty percent of the male students in their department voted for Li Qiao, leaving Jiang Yi in an embarrassing defeat.
From then on, Jiang Yi saw Li Qiao as a thorn in her side, often sneering with words and setting traps in secret, which continued for a full four years.
“Oh, off to ‘work’ again?” Jiang Yi sneered with mocking enjoyment.
No matter how beautiful she is, she’s still someone who needs to sell her body for tuition fees—a poor bitch.
At that moment, Tang Yiting couldn’t stand it any longer, she was about to start a verbal battle when she heard Li Qiao call out to her, “Let’s go.”
Feeling indignant, Tang Yiting followed behind her and stomped her foot as they walked into the dormitory building, “We’re almost graduating, why do you still put up with her?
What’s all this about going to work again?
You should throw your dad’s name in her face!”
Regarding this, Li Qiao just laughed it off, “My dad doesn’t allow me to flaunt wealth.”
Indeed, he didn’t, because when she was seven years old, she had been kidnapped.
Thus, very few knew of the fact that the young heiress of the South Sea Li Family was named Li Qiao.