Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Luosang, that would be immoral. Are you trying to cut me loose now because your problem has been solved?” Nian Junting frowned and said, “You didn’t refuse when I said that I’d lend myself to you, did you?”
“You’re right, but our relationship is still fake,” she said.
Nian Junting glared at her and responded with, “What is fake? Did you clarify that it would be fake at that time? Why don’t I know about that?”
Do I have to clarify that? Wasn’t it obvious?
“Luosang, I’ve never heard about fake boyfriends. I can either be or not be your boyfriend, but I can’t be your fake boyfriend. Since I was your boyfriend then, I am still your boyfriend now,” said Nian Junting, loud and clear.
Luosang paused for a second, then gave a conclusion. “You are… acting shamelessly.”
“You are the one who is acting shamelessly.” Nian Junting proudly raised his chin and responded with, “Have you forgotten that earlier when I offered to top up your meal card, you didn’t refuse? There’s an unwritten rule in universities—topping up girls’ meal cards is their boyfriends’ exclusive right. Don’t tell me that you had no idea about it. When you agreed to that, you have admitted that I was your boyfriend. So arguing with me now is meaningless.”
Luosang was stupefied. She felt like she was falling into a giant trap. “I thought you offered to top up my meal card because you wanted to help me. And when was there an unwritten rule about how only a girl’s boyfriend can top up her meal card?”
“Keep pretending. If you don’t believe in it, go find the boys who are topping up meal cards for girls in the canteen, and ask them if they’re the girls’ boyfriends,” said Nian Junting proudly.
Luosang fell into a silence. Could she really go and ask those boys? Of course she couldn’t. The boys who topped up meal cards for girls in the canteen were certainly the girls’ boyfriends. If not, those girls must be gold diggers, and she was definitely not one of them.
As she didn’t respond, Nian Junting smiled and said, “Let’s go top up your meal card.”
“Mr. Nian, wait…” Luosang dragged his arm back and said, “I don’t want you to top up my meal card anymore, alright?”
“I have to. You see, the dorm manager already knows you’re my girlfriend. If you lose weight, she might think I’m a stingy guy.” Nian Junting rejected her and conveniently held her hand.
His large hand wrapped up her small hand, which was so soft and so pleasant to hold.
Even our hands can be held together in a perfect way.
Being led by the hand, Luosang took about ten steps forward. She was a little muddled, as she didn’t expect that this man could actually be so cheeky.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Nian Junting turned and said to her, “You see, everyone in the forum is saying that you have a rich, young, and handsome boyfriend. If your schoolmates suddenly found out that you don’t have a boyfriend, and that what people said in the forum was not real, what would they say about you? They might laugh at you for being dumped, or accuse you of lying. No matter what, they can’t wait to see you fall in embarrassment. So I think you should thank me right now.”
Luosang clenched her teeth as she began suspecting that he planned all of this.
“Mr. Nian,” she said, “What if I’m not afraid of being laughed at?”
“Well, if I decide to help someone, I’ll help them to the end,” said Nian Junting blandly.
Luosang honestly didn’t know what to say. It was the first time she had met someone so thick-skinned.
Until they arrived at the canteen, Luosang was still in shock.
“Give me your meal card.” Nian Junting reached out a hand to her.
Lousang gave a bitter smile and said, “Mr. Nian, I can afford to eat. You see, you don’t have to top up my meal card, even if I am your girlfriend. I still owe you about two hundred thousand.”