Are You Sure You Want to Attend The Mixer?？

Beiming Shaoxi leaned back against the cobalt blue seat and stared at her aloofly as he waited for her to name her price.

Ji Anan sucked in a deep breath. "You heard the contents of that phone call... Do you think a woman like me can only be hushed with money?"

"..."

"I really want to be your mistress as well, but unfortunately, I have many suitors, so I'm not particularly chaste..."

Beiming Shaoxi wrinkled his brows as he thought about the smear of blood on the bedsheets... He wrote a check and threw it at her. He was interested in seeing what tricks she had up her sleeve.

"How much cash do you have on you right now? Can you give that to me as well?"

The magnetic sound of laughter escaped Beiming Shaoxi's scarlet lips. How bold of her to ask such a thing!

He took out 200,000 dollars in cash in a gold chest in the car's trunk and threw it to Ji Anan.

She didn't catch it. The chest simply dropped to the ground, where a few bundles of cash fell out of it.

It had just rained, so the ground was somewhat wet.

Ji Anan stooped to the ground and picked up the bundles of cash one by one, using her sleeves to wipe off the mud on the bills.

Beiming Shaoxi had one hand leaning on the top of his car, while he stared down at her like a king on a throne. "Miss Ji, where is your pride?"

Ji Anan's fingers quivered, then she closed the chest and broke out into a dazzling smile. "Pride won't feed a family!"

Regardless of everything that had happened, this was still the Beiming family's area of influence.

The street light appeared to reach farther than usual...

"Beiming Shaoxi, I hope we never see each other again."

Her slender figure slowly moved further and further away under the street light.

Beiming Shaoxi leaned against the car, and his cerulean blue eyes had a glassy dazed look as he lit up a cigarette.

It was early afternoon, and the sun shone brightly upon the magnificent sycamore trees on campus.

"Anan, are you sure you want to attend the mixer? Only a few guys wanted to go, and they're all conceited straight men. They look ugly, their hairstyles are ugly, and they're dressed ugly. But that isn't all. What truly makes them conceited is the fact that they're extremely confident in their looks and take great pride in their bizarre hairstyles. I simply don't understand where they get all their confidence from, especially when they act like they're the center of the universe. Now that you know all of this, are you sure?"

Ji Anan had a vacant look in her eyes. "As long as they're male, I have no other requirements."

As soon as she finished, she felt the hood of her sweatshirt grow heavy.

Only then did she become aware of the lovestruck expressions on the faces of the girls surrounding her.

Beiming Yechen was wearing athletic gear and had a violin case on his back, while his fluffy hair was stylishly groomed.

A girl named Sana turned around and was instantly intimidated. "Beiming Yechen!? Hi..."

Ji Anan tugged at her hood and pulled out a box of chocolates.

"How shameless," said a magnetic voice over her head. "How can your standards sink to such a level, accepting anyone who's male after my brother touched you?"

Ji Anan didn't even bother looking at him. "As if it's any of your business?"

"Little country bumpkin, let me tell that even those self-righteous men won't choose you. Pretty much nobody besides my brother, who has peculiar tastes, will..."

"Eavesdropping gives you bad karma." She shoved the chocolates back at him. "And by the way, don't give me random presents. I'm not interested in a little brat like you."

"Little brat?" Beiming Yechen's eyebrows furrowed. He was half a head taller than her and looked like he could have been famous. "I'm older than you by four months!"

"In my eyes, you're a brat all the same!"

The chocolates were placed back in her hood.

The classmates surrounding them stayed silent.

"Beiming Yechen gave her chocolates?"

"No way. He must pity her!"

"Yeah, that Ji Anan seems pretty pitiful, and it seems like her family is poor!"