With Zhang Hupan's current cultivation, let alone blades and swords, even missiles would have a hard time hurting him in the slightest. Yet Zhao Liya's simple look of disdain and arrogant tone wounded Zhang Hupan deeply. It was only at this moment that Zhang Hupan realized that the stunning encounter at the foot of the mountain had already carved itself deeply into his heart. During all this time, the two had tacitly shared a desk. Although Zhang Hupan had never shown any joy on his face, deep down, he had still felt an indescribable happiness. But now, this beautiful girl whom he had encountered first after descending the mountain had spoken such cruel and contemptuous words without mercy. He could instantly produce a pile of top-grade jadeite as large as a hill and smash it down in front of her! But so what? Was he supposed to use his wealth and his identity as an immortal to win this woman's special regard?
Zhang Hupan had his own dignity. He would never stoop to showing off his extraordinary nature in front of someone who looked down on him from the bottom of her heart! But why couldn't he take Zhao Liya's words in stride? He was over a hundred years old; why bother arguing with a little girl? Why did his heart feel as though it were being torn apart? Why did he feel angry? Zhang Hupan was utterly baffled by his feelings at that moment.
Zhao Liya clearly sensed the anger and humiliation revealed in Zhang Hupan's eyes, and for the first time in her life, she inexplicably felt a pang in her heart. Yet a woman's innate reserve and pride made her say something even more hurtful: "So? I'll pay you. Is ten thousand enough?"
There was no greater sorrow than a dead heart. That was exactly how Zhang Hupan felt at that moment. He could have simply turned and left, but he suddenly had the urge to make a complete mess of everything, and blurted out something that even he found inexplicable: "I can pretend to be your boyfriend, but I want one hundred thousand!"
Zhang Hupan's outrageous demand did not provoke Zhao Liya's anger. Instead, her guilty heart stopped feeling guilty altogether, and she even seemed to feel a trace of relief. She casually pulled a gold card from her bag. With a hint of disdain in her eyes, she said coldly, "There are one hundred thousand yuan on this card. The password is six sixes."
Zhang Hupan took in every bit of disdain in Zhao Liya's eyes. For some reason, seeing that look made him especially uncomfortable. He coldly took the card from her hand without saying a word and turned to leave. Zhao Liya's icy voice came from behind him: "Don't forget. Meet me at the school gate at seven tonight."
"Wasn't it tomorrow night?" Zhang Hupan turned around and asked.
"Are you planning to attend a high-society banquet dressed like that?" Zhao Liya asked disdainfully again.
"Do you need to dress specially for a banquet?" This time, Zhang Hupan paid no attention to the disdain in Zhao Liya's eyes. He still possessed a tremendous thirst for knowledge when it came to unfamiliar things.
Hearing such an ignorant question from Zhang Hupan, Zhao Liya furrowed her delicate brows and secretly regretted her decision. He comes from a remote mountain region and has never seen true high society. He absolutely mustn't embarrass himself tomorrow! No, besides buying clothes tonight, I have to give him a lesson too, so he won't make me lose face later!
Zhang Hupan might have been somewhat slow when it came to the complicated emotions between men and women, but once he truly calmed down and considered matters with an ordinary state of mind, his insight as a master of cultivation was far beyond that of ordinary people—even without using mind-reading techniques.
He took in every detail of Zhao Liya's expression and easily guessed at her conflicting feelings. He could not help laughing bitterly to himself. He was the highest authority of Wudang, an immortal in the legends of the mortal world, yet he had lowered himself to accompany a young girl to a dance—and the girl was actually worried that he would embarrass her. He wondered whether this counted as the most ridiculous thing in the world!
"Don't worry. This young master absolutely won't embarrass you. Otherwise, I won't take a single cent! See you at the school gate at seven!" With that, Zhang Hupan strode toward the men's dormitory without looking back.
Anyone whose thoughts had been seen through would inevitably feel a little angry, especially an arrogant beauty like Zhao Liya. Having her thoughts exposed so suddenly—and then being addressed in such an unrestrained manner—made her so embarrassed and furious that she could not hold back. Her delicate face flushed bright red, her small hands clenched tightly into fists, and her jade-like legs stomped hard on the grass beneath her feet, as though it had personally offended her.
Even without using his eyes, Zhang Hupan could tell with his toes that Zhao Liya must be furious at that moment. He was already over a hundred years old and a master of the cultivation world; there was no reason for him to bicker with a worldly little girl. Yet whenever he saw the disdain in Zhao Liya's eyes, his anger flared for no reason, completely unlike the reaction of an enlightened master. He did not know why, but seeing Zhao Liya at a disadvantage gave him an indescribable feeling!
At dusk, a red Porsche was parked at the gate of Zhejiang XX University, with a beauty standing beside it. An absolute beauty. Her neat, capable black hair was cut short to her ears; her large eyes were clear as autumn water, framed by long lashes; her delicate little nose was exquisite. Even her slender brows, slightly furrowed with anxiety, looked so touching and alluring that they stirred the heart. The flashy car and beautiful woman drew sidelong glances from passersby, but although she had become the center of attention, Zhao Liya seemed completely unaware of the effect she was having. She merely glared angrily at the road leading to the school gate and muttered softly, "Damn Hupan, stinking Hupan, how dare you make me wait for you!"
At last, Zhang Hupan's figure appeared at the school gate. Zhao Liya stormed over, her pretty face flushed, and said angrily, "You—you actually made me wait for you!"
"Is there a problem? Didn't we agree to meet at the school gate at seven?" Zhang Hupan countered without changing expression as he saw Zhao Liya's furious appearance. Then he raised the watch on his wrist and deliberately exclaimed in surprise, "Oh! Exactly seven o'clock!"
Zhao Liya stamped her feet in fury. Worried about tomorrow's banquet, she had arrived a little early. But in Miss Zhao Liya's view, a beauty like her deserved to have a man wait respectfully for her at least half an hour in advance; otherwise, it would be far too embarrassing! Unfortunately, she had forgotten that Zhang Hupan was not Invincible East of the art of picking up girls, as Hu Zhiming had claimed. Since they had clearly agreed on seven, and Zhang Hupan was not late, she truly had no way to deal with him. Zhao Liya could only admit that she was out of luck.
Seeing Zhang Hupan's smug expression, Zhao Liya ground her teeth and glared fiercely at him with her large eyes. In a frosty, delicate shout, she said, "Get in!" Then she turned and got into the driver's seat.
Seeing Zhao Liya at a disadvantage, Zhang Hupan felt particularly pleased. In truth, he did not know why he seemed to enjoy opposing Zhao Liya so much. He simply felt especially satisfied whenever he saw her pretty face flushed red, her eyes glaring angrily, and her small mouth pursed. Perhaps it was revenge for the contempt she had shown toward his character!
"Coming!" Zhang Hupan replied with a cheeky grin. He then slowly climbed into the passenger seat, making Zhao Liya's eyes blaze with anger. She regretted over and over in her heart: Why did I have to go and ask this guy to pretend to be my boyfriend? But she was already committed now, and could only hope that nothing went wrong tomorrow.
Zhang Hupan had not even fastened his seat belt when the car shot forward with a whoosh like a rocket. I'll make you suffer! Zhao Liya cursed through clenched teeth, her beautiful face cold.
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