The jacket-wearing guy pressed on.
Initially, soone had comnted under a chanting video on Bilibili, suggesting that the guy at the Haijing welco party might be Lin Da Hungry Man, but those rumors quickly faded away.
First of all, in the internet age, popularity requires hype, and Lin Baici didn’t engage in any such antics. Moreover, he hasn’t chanted in public since, so naturally, there’s no buzz.
Additionally, last year, so many people tried to ride on Lin Da Hungry Man’s fa, claiming they were the real deal. People stopped believing such revelations.
The three guys were shocked because it was Sister Mi who said it.
Given her status and connections, it shouldn’t be a lie.
Mi Qin didn’t respond but instead looked at Lin Baici with a half-smile.
"If I were Lin Da Hungry Man, I’d be uploading videos like crazy, hoping to achieve financial freedom within a month!"
Lin Baici joked at his own expense.
The three guys were skeptical.
"Can I take a picture with you?"
The jacket-wearing guy requested.
"Are you sure you’re not mistaking for soone else?"
Lin Baici frowned, "Ignoring Sister Mi and wanting a picture with ?"
"I think you’re really handso. You have the potential to be an online sensation in the future."
In the jacket-wearing guy’s mind, if you turned out to be Lin Da Hungry Man, he’d hit the jackpot.
"Thanks for the approval!"
Lin Baici glanced at Mi Qin; he’d take his leave if she didn’t need his help!
"Could you help up?"
Mi Qin reached out to Lin Baici.
Lin Baici took hold of Mi Qin’s left hand, supported her arm, and pulled her up, then tilted his head to look at her ankle: "Seems pretty badly hurt, want to carry you?"
Mi Qin shook her head: "Let’s head over there first."
They were in front of the Industrial Bank, with lots of students coming and going. Sitting here was a bit conspicuous.
Lin Baici, sympathetic and considerate, escorted Mi Qin to the sycamore tree at the roadside. Throughout the process, he kept his hands respectfully positioned, ensuring no advantage was taken of Sister Mi.
"Do you have to be such a gentleman?"
Mi Qin teased, "You’re making feel self-conscious about leaning against you!"
Lin Baici chuckled.
If she didn’t want to be carried, it showed self-respect; naturally, he wouldn’t overstep any boundaries himself.
To be honest, Mi Qin was quite attractive, and most appealing were her approachable deanor and eloquence, even during a first encounter, leaving a good impression.
If it was last year’s Lin Baici, he’d be awkward, but now?
Sorry,
Our Lin Da Hungry Man isn’t the virginal type unfamiliar with won anymore; he’s had more than his share.
Special thanks to Tea Sister, who gave Lin Baici quite intense lessons.
At the roadside, Mi Qin leaned against the sycamore tree, glanced at both sides of the road, and took out her phone.
"Are you calling a car? Or a friend to co over?"
Lin Baici didn’t peek at Mi Qin’s phone screen; otherwise, with his eyesight, he’d know instantly.
"Calling a car!"
Mi Qin stood firm on her left foot and tested: "Hurts badly, feels like I need to go to the hospital!"
After speaking, Mi Qin blinked her big eyes, looking at Lin Baici.
"What’s up?"
Lin Baici was a bit confused: "Sister, what’s with that look?"
"Aren’t you going to take there?"
Mi Qin countered.
During her four years at university, in the library, cafeteria, and classroom, guys often approached asking for her WeChat, so even boldly confessing.
Sotis, Mi Qin out of courtesy, gave her WeChat, but never engaged in conversation. Persistent ones were directly blocked.
At the welco party, Mi Qin had proactively added Lin Baici’s WeChat, but this guy hadn’t sent a single ssage since. Later during winter break, they ran into each other at Haijing airport, where he clearly recognized her but remained distant, purely alumni relationship.
This deepened Mi Qin’s impression of Lin Baici and made her like him more.
Mi Qin realized Lin Baici was different from other guys; if they parted now, it might be for good. Without an opportunity, they will probably never communicate again.
That won’t do!
They had to beco friends.
Mi Qin thought about signing Lin Baici; this way, the company’s start-up mode would switch from Hell mode to easy mode.
"So, what’s the cost of the favor?"
Lin Baici blinked.
"Haha!"
Mi Qin was amused by Lin Baici: "I don’t understand!"
"To most guys, sending a beautiful sister to the hospital sounds like a great favor, right? I doubt such luck would co my way!"
Lin Baici explained.
"Are you underestimating your charm, Lin Junior?"
Mi Qin’s red lips, glossed over, sweet as honey: "When other guys are with , bystanders would think, ’What’s wrong with this girl’s taste, choosing this guy as a boyfriend?’"
"But standing with you, they’d assu I must be a scheming woman to land such a handso boyfriend?"
"Don’t let my reputation filter your view of ; I like handso guys too!"
Mi Qin patted Lin Baici’s arm: "Obviously, they must be talented!"
Actually, Mi Qin wanted to pat Lin Baici’s shoulder like an old buddy, but realized this guy was so tall that even in heels and on tiptoes, she could barely reach his lips.
Damn,
What did he eat to grow so tall?
But this sturdy build of Lin Baici’s sure made her feel safe.
"The more you praise , the less relieved I feel!"
Lin Baici stepped back half a step in mock seriousness.
"Alright, enough jokes, hurry and take to the hospital. I’m really busy lately, and if my ankle’s sprained, it’ll seriously disrupt things!"
Actually, Mi Qin intended to return to the office first and if the ankle didn’t improve, head to the hospital the next day; however, since she ran into Lin Baici, hospital it is.
She was aiming for sothing other than the obvious.
"Alright, wait here for a bit!"
Lin Baici jogged away.
"What? Where are you going?"
Mi Qin was puzzled.
Of course, given the sister’s EQ and IQ, she instantly guessed the answer: "You have a car?"
"Yup!"
Lin Baici sped up his pace.
Watching his figure grow distant, Mi Qin furrowed her pretty brows: "So you’re a rich kid?"
That’s trouble!
If he’s not short on money, then financial incentives won’t sway him!
No way I’ll resort to a Beauty Trap, right?
Wait, given Lin Baici’s looks, maybe it wouldn’t be a loss?
With that thought, Mi Qin couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Soon, a red Palara with a burgundy interior ca into view; from a glance, Mi Qin lost interest, thinking Lin Baici might have a car but not a luxury one like this.
Who would buy such a car for a college kid unless the family’s worth millions?
But then...
The Palara pulled up to the roadside under the sycamore tree, and Lin Baici erged from the driver’s seat.
"..."
Mi Qin was dumbfounded.
Are you serious?
You’re a top-tier rich kid?
"Sister, get in the car!"
Lin Baici approached, supporting Mi Qin, guiding her to the passenger seat.
Once inside, buckled up, driven to the hospital, followed by registration, seeing the doctor, x-rays...
Lin Baici’s busy, while Mi Qin quietly observed him.
If it were other guys, Mi Qin would think they were buttering her up, trying to woo her, but him, he genuinely just wanted to help.
As they awaited the x-ray results, the two rested on a long bench in the hospital courtyard, chatting.
"I originally intended to invite you to join the company, to start a business together, but now, I suddenly understand why you don’t post videos!"
Mi Qin sighed, "Turns out you’re genuinely not short on cash!"
"Thanks for thinking highly of , Sister!"
Lin Baici smiled.
"But spending your family’s money, you must find it hard to hold your head high in front of your dad, right? Don’t you want to accomplish sothing to make him see you differently?"
Mi Qin hadn’t given up, turning from sign him to recruit him as a partner.
"Nope, the money’s earned by !"
"You made enough to buy a Palara?"
"More than that!"
"In a year?"
"Yes!"
"..."
Mi Qin was speechless; she wanted to say he must be kidding, probably only influencer marketing could earn that much, but judging by Lin Baici’s confident expression, he didn’t seem to be lying.
Lin Baici looked down playing with his phone.
"Since you’re so wealthy, could you lend five million?"
Mi Qin adjusted her mindset, teasing.
"Sure!"
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