Pursuing Her Best Friend after Confession Failed

After a round of ’office games for two’ with Li Yuan, Qi Siyu was drenched in fragrant sweat, feeling as though every meridian in her body had been cleared. With a rosy flush on her face, she collapsed onto the couch.

Watching Li Yuan close the door and leave, her heart brimmed with sweetness, and her worries finally dissipated. The fact that Li Yuan had come to the university specifically to give her invitations to the "Milk Tea Girl" awards ceremony touched her deeply; he hadn’t forgotten about her. Ever since that incident, she had been plagued by insecurity, constantly afraid that he might suddenly distance himself from her. She tossed and turned every night, unable to think of a way to win back his heart. She had already given him everything she possibly could. In her twenty-five years, he was the first man she had ever met who was so perfect, so heart-stoppingly handsome. For his sake, she was willing to pursue him recklessly, like a moth to a flame. She would ignore societal judgment and the ridicule of others just to proactively fight for a chance to be with him. Even if she wasn’t his one and only...

After letting her mind wander for a while, Qi Siyu’s body and emotions gradually stabilized. She finally picked up the invitations lying on the table. Suddenly, she noticed a gilded bank card sandwiched between the two.

"Huh, what’s this? A bank card?" Qi Siyu picked it up, a puzzled look in her eyes.

Did Li Yuan forget this here?

At this thought, she quickly grabbed her phone and dialed Li Yuan’s number. The call had just connected when Li Yuan’s carefree voice came through from the other end.

"Mrs. Qi, I just left. Are you missing me already?"

Qi Siyu’s face flushed red as she snorted coyly, "You big rascal, who would miss you!"

Li Yuan teased, "Oh, really? That’s not what you were saying in the office just now. Should I repeat it for you?"

Remembering the things she had said while ’playing poker’ with Li Yuan, Qi Siyu’s face turned crimson, her heart pounding like a frightened deer. Although she was twenty-five, she was inexperienced in love, having only ’played poker’ with Li Yuan four times. It could be said that while she had the body and looks of a mature beauty, she possessed the heart of a young girl. The contrast was striking when she did certain things.

Qi Siyu pouted, "Hmph, you rascal, think hard. Did you forget something?"

Li Yuan had already guessed what she was talking about but feigned confusion. "No, I don’t think so." He chuckled. "Well, if I really forgot anything... it was a farewell kiss for my sexy, mature, and beautiful Mrs. Qi."

Hearing his words, Qi Siyu’s cheeks burned, but her heart was filled with sweetness. Her voice became tender, like a young girl in love. "You big rascal, you left your bank card here."

"A bank card? What bank card?"

"It’s a golden Construction Bank card. The number starts with 6214..."

Li Yuan chuckled. He had left the card there intentionally as a gift for her. "My dear Mrs. Qi, that’s not my bank card. It’s yours."

"My bank card?" Qi Siyu was stunned.

Li Yuan nodded with a smile. "That’s right, it’s a gift from me. Oh, and the PIN is the last six digits of your ID number."

Hearing this, Qi Siyu panicked slightly. I don’t know how much money is on this card, but knowing how generous Li Yuan is, it must be a lot. If I accept it, doesn’t that mean I’m being kept by him? I only admire him for his talent, his physique, and his looks; the money is secondary.

Not wanting Li Yuan to misunderstand, she firmly refused, "Li Yuan, I don’t want it. I have my own money." Feeling her words lacked force, she reiterated with a very serious expression, "Li Yuan, I’m with you because I like you—your personality and your talent—not for your money."

Li Yuan was slightly taken aback. Was this sexy woman playing hard to get? Or did she genuinely only like him for his talent? He wasn’t entirely sure. When he first met Qi Siyu, he hadn’t projected the image of being as wealthy as he was now. It seemed that she had only made a move on him after learning he had written songs like "Natural Beauty," "Love Confession Balloon," and "Just Met You"...

Of course, this wasn’t to say that it’s wrong for a woman to like money. That’s just human nature, a tale as old as time. If you have no money, aren’t handsome, are in poor health, and can’t provide emotional support, why would any woman like you? It’s just like how a man wouldn’t be interested in an obese, divorced woman with kids and a foul temper, right? It’s a two-way street—winner takes all.

In his past life, he had no money or talent to speak of, yet he’d still had several relationships based on his looks and physique alone. Sometimes, he didn’t even have to pay for the hotel room. Of course, the caliber of women he dated then was far inferior to the likes of Bai Weixi, Zhong Tingyue, and Qi Siyu...

Regardless, Qi Siyu had given him her first time, and she had been on her best behavior lately. Li Yuan himself wasn’t a stingy person. He wasn’t particularly concerned about money anymore. With the current growth of Tea Color Moonlight, the upcoming beta test for Honor of Kings, the fifty million yuan he invested in Apple stock, and the emergence of Bitcoin this year... anyway, it was certain he would never be short of cash in this life.