Chapter 0038: Women Are Tigers

In Mu Qingqing's twenty years of life, the number of times she had been rejected was limited.

With her sharp intelligence, youth, beauty, and privileged family background, all the advantages a girl could possess were concentrated in her, as if heaven had favored her excessively.

But Mu Qingqing never expected that she would repeatedly suffer setbacks in front of a boy.

Her invitation to join the poetry society was rejected, and her request to attend class together was also rejected.

Mu Qingqing felt that this boy named Zhao Fusheng seemed to be sent by heaven specifically to oppose her.

Even a clay Buddha has a temper, let alone a stunning beauty like Mu Qingqing. Meeting Zhao Fusheng's gaze, she rolled her eyes and suddenly had a mischievous idea.

"I'm sorry, that was presumptuous of me." Mu Qingqing's words made Zhao Fusheng frown; he felt something was off.

The reason he rejected Mu Qingqing was that he really didn't know why she was approaching him. If it was because of those two poems, that didn't seem plausible.

But if it was for something else, Zhao Fusheng couldn't see anything about himself that would attract Mu Qingqing's attention. After all, the gap between him and her was like that between an insignificant grain of sand and a diamond—utterly incomparable.

Yet Mu Qingqing kept appearing in his sight repeatedly, which puzzled Zhao Fusheng and made him more cautious.

In this world, there is no hatred without reason, nor love without cause. Would a goddess-level figure favor an ordinary person like him?

Zhao Fusheng would never believe that, even if beaten to death.

Daughters of aristocratic families or wealthy households naturally wouldn't marry a poor boy. If such a thing happened, it would only occur in movies or TV dramas, or when that family was in decline.

The reason was simple: although they might not care about matching social status, at the very least, you couldn't expect a young lady used to delicacies to accompany you in eating cabbage and radishes.

She was used to laughing in a BMW, but you'd make her check her wallet even for a taxi. No one would like such a life.

Even if it were for love, love must withstand the test of time. And over time, the trivialities of daily life would undoubtedly erode many people's longing for beauty.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng was very realistic and clear that the distance between him and Mu Qingqing was too great—so great that nothing could happen between them.

More importantly, as a former goddess in his past life and now a classmate, Zhao Fusheng had never thought of having any involvement with Mu Qingqing, nor did he want anything to happen with her.

Naturally, in his eyes, Mu Qingqing was no different from any ordinary person.

Zhao Fusheng had no interest in being a "warm man." If he liked someone, he liked them; if he didn't, he didn't. If Fan Baobao and Mu Qingqing were both in trouble and needed help, he would undoubtedly choose Fan Baobao without hesitation.

The reason was simple: Fan Baobao was a friend he had grown up with, while Mu Qingqing was just a university classmate he didn't know well.

What is a warm man?

A man who warms only one woman is a warm man.

A man who warms many women is called a boiler attendant in the Northeast.

Moreover, Zhao Fusheng knew well that women are complex beings. When dating, they might only look at appearance, but when choosing a marriage partner, they are very realistic. First, they look at your family background; second, they look at your abilities. Never believe a woman's nonsense about loving you forever. The only woman who can love you unconditionally and without regret is your own mother.

Beautiful women usually mean trouble.

This truth had already been proven by countless predecessors.

And the next moment, Mu Qingqing proved it to Zhao Fusheng.

Mu Qingqing blinked at Zhao Fusheng, then suddenly walked over, gently hugged him, and whispered in his ear, "This is the price for rejecting me."

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng was stunned. Before he could react, Mu Qingqing let go of him, turned around, and walked away without a trace of worldly concern.

She left, just left...

Then, the entire lecture hall buzzed and exploded.

Almost all the boys looked at Zhao Fusheng with changed expressions.

A herd of harmonious beasts galloped through Zhao Fusheng's mind. He only wanted to rush over, kick that woman to the ground, grab her by the neck, and ask her if she was crazy!

It's often said that a beauty's favor is hard to bear, but what if the beauty was deliberately setting him up?

Looking at the whispering classmates around him, Zhao Fusheng felt that this time he had been thoroughly screwed by that woman.

Fortunately, the professor walked in at that moment, saving Zhao Fusheng from his dire straits. Everyone sat and listened to the lecture, but for some reason, Zhao Fusheng felt a chill on his back, as if all eyes were on him.

"I've been hunting geese all day, but now the goose pecked my eye," he sighed inwardly. Besides lamenting that women are a disaster, he had nothing to say.

This time, he had really been played by Mu Qingqing.

It's said that in life, you are destined to meet two kinds of people: one who startles your time, and one who warms your years.

But now, Zhao Fusheng found that Mu Qingqing, whom he had thought would warm his youthful years, had given him a fright. And Fan Baobao, who would startle his future time, had given him a burden.

"Indeed, beautiful women are trouble," Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself.

At that moment, the beautiful woman he considered trouble, Mu Qingqing, was on the phone, holding a Little Smart device, uncommon among students at the time.

"Auntie, really, believe me, that song is really good." Now Mu Qingqing was no longer the aloof girl everyone saw; instead, she was more like a little girl acting spoiled with an elder.

"How good is it?"

"At least much better than those songs I heard in your company before."

"There's only one problem now."

"That guy seems unwilling to talk to me."

"It's not that he wants to perform himself. He said he doesn't like singing."

Mu Qingqing held the phone, talking as she walked.

She actually couldn't quite figure out Zhao Fusheng's character. According to the impression she had gathered from Hu Xia and others, Zhao Fusheng wasn't the type to keep people at a distance. Although somewhat aloof, he was decent in social interactions.

But now, Mu Qingqing could clearly feel that Zhao Fusheng seemed to have an attitude of keeping her at arm's length. Moreover, she even felt that there was a hint of disdain in his demeanor.

This made Mu Qingqing increasingly curious. Why wouldn't this boy, who could write poems and songs, like her like other boys did?

A woman's curiosity can sometimes be a truly terrifying thing.