The Billionaire's Mischievous Sweetheart
Chapter 85 - 82: Make You into a Dough Figurine and Stab You to Death!
CHAPTER 85: CHAPTER 82: MAKE YOU INTO A DOUGH FIGURINE AND STAB YOU TO DEATH!
"..." Hua Xiaomo was left speechless, her mind struggling to keep up. Her eyes brimmed with questions. How did her graduation certificate end up in this guy’s hands?
Finally, Hua Xiaomo managed a wry smile. "President Qi, do you really think you can fool me into believing that any certificate you hold is my diploma? Do you take me for a three-year-old child, that gullible?"
Qi Longbing opened the certificate and read, "No. 4324451, Florence Academy of Fine Arts. You can check it online yourself. But..." He paused, looking at her and flashing an innocent, angelic smile. "If I... if Qi Longbing is not satisfied... this piece of paper will be nothing more than rubbish, and that online graduation number will vanish in an instant."
"..." This time, Hua Xiaomo couldn’t laugh. She could only feel her expression stiffening, though she wasn’t sure how.
What’s with this person? Why go to such lengths to trouble a university student like her, one who hadn’t even graduated yet? No, that’s not right. If he managed to get her diploma, then she’s graduated and can find a great job.
However, staring at that malevolent face made Hua Xiaomo’s eyes tighten.
Damn it, does he have some kind of vendetta? Wasn’t it enough for him to screw over the Hua Clan and Hua Renda? Does he have to keep targeting her too? This damned Qi Longbing!
But soon, an idea sparked in Hua Xiaomo’s mind. "President Qi, it’s too far away. Could you bring it closer for me to look?"
Since it’s her property, she should just take it back.
"HUMPH," Qi Longbing chuckled. "Come over and take a look yourself... But I must remind you: even if you take this diploma, it’s useless. To put it plainly, I asked your dean for it in advance. Of course, if I’m not satisfied with your performance over these next three months, this diploma will be just a piece of trash, with no actual effect. You’ll have to slog through another year. Understand?"
Qi Longbing’s smile was brimming with calculation. His slightly long bangs fell across the corners of his eyes, mysteriously adding a bewitching allure.
He truly was an extremely handsome and captivating man, not in the least bit inferior to any movie or TV star. In fact, his innate sense of nobility was something no one could ever match. His beauty was so extreme that every time Hua Xiaomo saw him, she felt as if she were encountering some kind of alluring demon. And then there was his nobility and immense wealth—riches so vast they could easily control other people’s lives. But what damn nerve of his had gotten crossed for him to mess with her like this? Or was it just her, Hua Xiaomo, who was so unlucky? Had she really been singled out by him to become his toy? Seriously, life wasn’t supposed to play out like this, was it? It felt like this was an indirect way of extending their one-month contract to three months, wasn’t it?
Hua Xiaomo stepped closer, gazing at his beautifully smiling face, really wanting to punch it.
However, she reined in her urge and asked with a forced smile, "President Qi, how about we make a deal?"
Seeing her still putting on an insincere front, Qi Longbing wasn’t in any hurry. He tossed the pen in his hand. "Hm? Speak."
"One month from now, when our contract ends, why don’t you do a good deed, act out of charity, and give me this diploma? I’d be tremendously grateful," Hua Xiaomo said with a smile, her lovely face absolutely stunning. "I’ll go right back and make a dough figurine with your name on it. I’ll worship you, President Qi, like a Buddha or a Bodhisattva, offering incense and two ceremonial cups daily. How does that sound?" Hua Xiaomo said, staring at him with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. The dazzling shine of her black earrings seemed to flash in his.
And every day, I’ll stick needles in it! I’ll see if I can’t needle you to death! I don’t dare hit you or torture your body, but you think I wouldn’t dare make you into a dough figurine and torment your soul daily? I guarantee that in one month, you’ll be as pale as wax paper, your spirit utterly scattered! HAHAHA... Qi Longbing, President Qi, Qi Bastard... just you wait...