The Scheming Ex-Husband's Courtship-Chapter 16 - Qiqi is Not That Kind of Person

"Don't talk nonsense." Hu Jiaojiao suddenly became agitated, her small face instantly flushed red, "You don't understand Qiqi at all. After her family went bankrupt, she has been struggling. And I'm sure, she did it all for the Gu Family's winery. Do you think any girl would willingly become a prostitute?"

With a sudden emptiness in her palm, Hu Jiaojiao's hand that had been holding hers was withdrawn.

Even though Hu Jiaojiao's palm was scorchingly hot, Gu Qili only felt a chill from her fingertips to the bottom of her heart. Hu Jiaojiao's voice by her ear was unbearably irritating. Having known her for seventeen years, now, she seemed strange and distant to her.

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"You admit it yourself that she went on to sell herself. No matter the reason, selling is selling, no different from those street prostitutes. Only, prostitutes don't choose their clients, whereas she picks only high-society individuals. At most, she's just a high-class prostitute."

"No... it's not like what you all say." Hu Jiaojiao cried out again, frantically clutching her own clothes, "Qiqi is not that kind of person."

"Forget it, what kind of person I am has nothing to do with you all. Your parents paid for you to study, not to act like gossiping busybodies here," Gu Qili said coldly as she glanced at them, moved her butt to one side, and once again created more distance from Hu Jiaojiao, "If you're not eating, just get lost."

Hu Jiaojiao panicked and immediately defended herself, "Qiqi, I really didn't mean that. They're twisting my words on purpose."

Just as Hu Jiaojiao tried to come closer, Gu Qili smacked her little notebook to the side, creating a breeze that sharply hit Hu Jiaojiao's face.

Her voice was neither loud nor soft, but strong enough that the three of them could hear it clearly without making outsiders catch any hint of the joke. Her expression was extraordinarily stern, even somewhat frightening, at least enough to silence Hu Jiaojiao immediately.

"I want to eat now, don't spoil my appetite."

"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear?" Mickey, who had been holding back for a long time sitting across them, finally couldn't bear it anymore. She had kept quiet because she was unsure about Gu Qili's attitude towards Hu Jiaojiao. They had grown up together since kindergarten, played together since childhood, and although they were not in the same department in college, they often interacted. She feared her harsh words might hurt Hu Jiaojiao, and Gu Qili would have to take the trouble to appease her.

But, now that Gu Qili showed such attitude, she felt no need to hold back. She had really been enduring these three for a long time.

Mickey promptly pushed the plate of a nearby girl, filled with a bowl of hot and sour soup, which completely spilled inside the plate with her push.

"You." The girl pointed at her in extreme anger.

Mickey raised a mocking sneer, flexing her finger joints, challenging, "Want to practice?"

The girl immediately kept quiet, everyone knew Mickey was the vice president of the Taekwondo Association at school. She won awards in national competitions as easily as playing, only a fool would practice with her.

The girl, knowing better, angrily took her soup-splattered plate and left. Seeing this, another one also didn't dare to speak further, quickly followed the first one, leaving Hu Jiaojiao behind, who did not seem inclined to leave.

Her gaze was both aggrieved and anxious as she looked at Gu Qili, her eyes brimming with hot tears, looking like she was unjustly wronged.

Gu Qili was feeling very confused now. She didn't want to think badly of Hu Jiaojiao; it's just the words she spoke just now were indeed harsh. On the surface, she defended her, but actually, every sentence exposed her faults. But after all being close friends for so long, she didn't want to sentence her to death immediately.

"Jiaojiao, I think we need to calm down right now." She didn't hate her, but that didn't mean she could forgive her right away.

The tears in Hu Jiaojiao's eyes immediately fell down, looking quite angry, "Qiqi, what do you mean?"

At that moment, the stone pot rice noodles they ordered were also ready, and a kindly familiar cook from the back kitchen brought it over.

The steaming hot rice noodles had just moved away from the open flame, and the chicken broth was still boiling in the pot.

Seeing that the cook was close, Hu Jiaojiao suddenly stood up, her raised arm bumping into the cook's shoulder, his hand twisted, and a pot of rice noodles splashed toward Gu Qili.