Chapter 118 - Repeatedly Cross His Baseline in Front of Her

However, after she said that, Quan Jue did not rebut.

He only frowned impatiently. “What has it got to do with you?”

This attitude was equivalent to admitting to it.

Jian Manman’s face instantly paled.

Quan Jue no longer had the patience. He pushed her away and strode off.

Jian Manman looked at his back view as he left in a hurry, her eyes stinging.

She raised her head and forced her tears back.

No matter what, she wouldn’t lose or cry.

Outside VK Bar.

When Chi Jiao heard the door opening, she hurriedly turned to look at the entrance.

A young man in a black windbreaker walked towards her impatiently.

“Brother Quan.” Chi Jiao smiled and went up to him. She noticed that he wasn’t wearing his work clothes. “Are you off work already?”

She thought she would have to wait for a few more hours.

Seeing Chi Jiao’s carefree smile, Quan Jue felt as if he must have owed her in his previous life.

Otherwise, why would he take advantage of her lack of temper and repeatedly cross his baseline in front of her?

“Are you cold?” Quan Jue frowned when he saw the young lady’s red ears. He raised his hands and pinched her little earlobes to warm her up.

“No.” Chi Jiao smiled until her eyes curled into crescents.

“Have you eaten?” Quan Jue asked again.

Chi Jiao shook her head again.

“It’s such a cold day, and yet you didn’t have dinner and chose to wait for me here. Do you want to have a stomachache again like last time?” Quan Jue raised his eyebrows, and his tone was finally a little angry.

Chi Jiao didn’t expect him to be angry because of this. It made her heart happy.

She smiled at him without saying a word.

Seeing her like this, Quan Jue really didn’t have the temper to continue berating her. He reached out to her.

Chi Jiao placed her petite hand in his.

In the end, Quan Jue gently patted the back of her hand.

“Give me your bag.”

Only then did Chi Jiao notice that she was still carrying her school bag.

She quickly took off her bag and handed it to him.

“Let’s go have dinner first.” Quan Jue walked forward with her school bag.

“What are we eating?” Chi Jiao skipped along beside him.

“What do you want to eat?”

“Hotpot? I saw a hotpot store near your place…”

Jian Manman stood behind the glass door of the bar and looked at Chi Jiao and Quan Jue’s backs.

The scene of the young man and young lady leaving side by side looked absurdly beautiful.

…

In the end, Quan Jue brought Chi Jiao to eat hotpot. However, they didn’t go to the one near his house. Instead, he chose a more upscale hotpot restaurant.

The reason was simple. The hotpot restaurant near his house had a mix of good and bad people. There were all sorts of people there. Although the taste was good, the hygiene conditions were too poor.

Chi Jiao’s body was very delicate. It was very likely that she would have an upset stomach after eating.

When they reached the hotpot restaurant and sat down, Chi Jiao secretly sent Na Yankun a text message, asking him to head back first. Then, she put her phone away and looked up at Quan Jue, who happened to be handing her the menu.

“Order what you want to eat,” Quan Jue said indifferently.

Chi Jiao took the menu and looked at it. She couldn’t help but be tongue-tied.

The dishes here were all very expensive.

Be it in her previous life or now, she didn’t lack money and didn’t have much concept about finances. As long as what she wanted could be bought with money, she would be able to get it.

But now, she had to consider Quan Jue.

Quan Jue had yet to become the big shot many people were fearful of in her previous life. He was now still an ordinary high school student who needed to work to support himself.

However, Quan Jue was also very proud. When he was in the Chi family, her father would still give him tuition and living expenses no matter what. However, he didn’t ask for any living expenses as he relied completely on the compensation sum left behind by his mother.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Previously, her father had paid for Quan Jue’s tuition fees for a few years. Quan Jue had returned them all to her father last year.