Rebirth Stories #1 (Book 1)

Chapter 115

Everyone present was smart and understood what Cheng Jie meant.

It was just that Nan Qiao disliked Cheng Jie from the beginning, so Cheng Jie was destined to encounter many obstacles.

"With my grades, you don't have to worry."

Nan Qiao frowned at Cheng Jie and felt that this kind of person was really annoying. She even felt disgusted talking to him.

With that, she strode out of the door with An Nuo without even looking at Cheng Jie.

This time, no one stopped Nan Qiao.

"Young Master Cheng..."

The person next to him carefully glanced at Cheng Jie, whose face had turned completely black, and his tone was filled with fear.

Cheng Jie naturally didn't feel good about being embarrassed in front of his underlings, let alone Nan Qiao's attitude of not wanting to have anything to do with him from the beginning to the end.

Staring at Nan Qiao's departing figure, Cheng Jie sneered.

Ever since he was young, as the heir of the Cheng family, he could get anything he wanted with just a few words, let alone the way people fawned over him.

Nan Qiao. I've remembered this.

"Let's go and get a private room."

Fortunately, Cheng Jie didn't seem to have any intention of throwing a tantrum, but his tone became colder. He planned to get a private room as usual. There would always be a day or two a week when they would come here to have fun.

However, both Cheng Jie and Nan Qiao, who had already left, didn't notice that a few people had been observing them from upstairs.

"If I'm not mistaken, that's Nan Qiao?"

One of them wiped his eyes in disbelief and looked at the departing Nan Qiao. His tone was filled with doubt and certainty.

"I think so too."

The other nodded in agreement.

The few of them gathered together and whispered. The gossip in their hearts was about to overflow.

They were students in the same grade as Nan Qiao. They came to the mall today to buy graduation gifts, but they did not expect to meet Nan Qiao.

Anyone who had seen Nan Qiao's face would have a deep impression of her.

"The people who spoke to her were all rich second-generation heirs. Look, they didn't even blink when they swipe their cards.1'

He was talking about Cheng Jie and the others. After parting ways with Nan Qiao, they walked straight into a luxurious bar. It was said to be a place that only rich young masters could afford.

The three of them looked at each other and did not speak for a moment.

"Same rules."

Cheng Jie led them to their usual place and sat down. Looking at the colorful lights outside and the twisting bodies on the dance floor through the gauze, he subconsciously relaxed and leaned on the sofa behind him.

The familiar feeling of self-indulgence returned to him, making Cheng Jie feel better.

"Young Master Cheng, this is your wine."

The bar sent someone to deliver the most expensive wine here. After putting it down, he stopped in place.

"Also, there's a woman at the bar asking for you. Her last name is Luo."