"You can’t seriously think of yourself as the lady of the house, can you?" His voice was full of sarcasm, and the tablet in his hand seemed to have grown smaller, "Just because you cooked once and brought me medicine once, you think you can act as the owner? Don’t forget, we’re only related by a piece of paper."
"You misunderstood." Gu Qili straightened her back, but her eyes were filled with a bitter pain. Did he really think of her this way? If she wanted to climb the social ladder by using him, wouldn’t she have made her move much earlier? She wasn’t that low.
"I didn’t bring my dictionary, I just wanted to use your computer to look up a word." Gu Qili suppressed the sourness in her eyes. For some reason, she felt incredibly wronged. He was right, they were just related by a piece of paper after all, why should she care so much? She was already used to his cold and harsh words and wouldn’t take them to heart.
"If you don’t want to lend it, just don’t lend it, there’s no need to say these awful things." After Gu Qili spoke, she turned and left in annoyance, "Using the standards of a small man to measure a gentleman’s belly."
Mu Shuoqian frowned slightly. His eyes inadvertently caught sight of her room door being slightly open, with several workbooks spread out on the bed, and a water pen lying on the floor.
He flicked open the black case of the tablet, quickly deleting something.
Without saying whether he would lend it or not, he coldly coughed and, with his back to her, forcefully scratched the tablet against the edge of a fruit knife. The black leather soft case immediately split open.
Gu Qili felt a surge of frustration. That man had already passed her with long strides toward the study, seemingly bumping into her shoulder unintentionally but forcefully, causing her to glare at him bitterly.
"The case is broken, you should go fix it." He dropped this phrase expressionlessly and flung the computer into her arms, then disappeared behind the door of the study.
Gu Qili waved her fist towards the direction he left in frustration. Really, not knowing how to pack is one thing, but couldn’t he even use tape? Such a trivial matter yet she had to handle it—was she his mother?
With her anger simmering, she returned to the living room and furiously picked up the computer with the broken case, muttering about how he was fully capable yet couldn’t take care of himself.
While fixing the case, Gu Qili suddenly realized, wasn’t this his way of lending the computer to her after all?
Looking at the case again, perfectly fine yet now with a big cut, and the cut seemed very new, obviously just made. Then looking at the fruit knife in the fruit tray, everything instantly clicked.
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Gu Qili felt exasperated at this man’s obstinate character.
After fixing the case, she decided to move all the workbooks to the living room, just to avoid being accused of sneaking around. She did her work right under his nose, so it shouldn’t bother him.
The sofa was too high and inconvenient, so Gu Qili sat down right on the carpet, half-leaning over the coffee table to start on her work.
His computer interface was clean and simple, devoid of any flashy background patterns, and very few application icons, most of which were related to stocks.
Gu Qili looked up words and worked on problems, forgetting about the passage of time as she focused.
Only when she got tired did she rub her eyes and do some wellness exercises; the computer was right by her side, and she couldn’t help entering her school’s website.
These days, the incident at Australian University had been causing a huge stir, scaring her from even looking online at those comments. But today, as if possessed, she opened the forum.
As she anticipated, the incident hadn’t faded with time. She had expected the comments to be nasty, but seeing those malicious words still made her feel particularly awful, as if several tons of dynamite had just exploded in her head.
Cyberbullying can sometimes be more painful than physical harm. They could freely indulge in the joy of verbal assault, never caring about the irreparable damage their vile comments could inflict on others.
Gu Qili closed the webpage and silently wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.
In the study, Mu Shuoqian was staring at the screen in front of him, the monitor divided into several small squares, each displaying the bedroom, kitchen, living room.
Gu Qili’s small actions just now did not escape his eyes.
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