Chapter 176: Her True Colors Exposed

Upon hearing this, Lu Qing'er immediately pouted unhappily and acted like a spoiled child toward Xia Huiya, "Mom, how are you still in the mood to tease me right now?"

The smile on Xia Huiya's face grew even wider, "Of course Mom wouldn't tease you! But it's only been three or four days since you last saw each other; you should be a bit more reserved. Even if it is Li Beijue, don't let him think you are desperate to marry him. Men, after all, only find what they can't get to be precious! However..."

As Xia Huiya spoke, she pulled two tickets from somewhere unknown and waved them at Lu Qing'er, "Mom prepared these for you! You can try asking him out. If Li Beijue accepts the invitation, then it's the perfect chance to deepen your relationship!"

"What is this?" Lu Qing'er's expression instantly turned excited; she hurriedly reached out and snatched the tickets, and after just a glance, her face was full of joy.

"These are tickets for tomorrow's art exhibition! That's great! I'm going to call him right now!"

As Lu Qing'er spoke, she quickly grabbed her phone and ran away.

She ran all the way back to her bedroom before excitedly dialing Li Beijue's number.

"Beep—"

The phone was answered after only one ring.

Li Beijue's pleasant voice sounded on the other end, asking in a low tone, "Miss Lu? Is something the matter?"

His tone was deep and gentle, which made Lu Qing'er feel almost intoxicated.

Lu Qing'er's cheeks flushed slightly, and she said in a low voice, "Jue, you already told me to call you by your name before, so don't call me Miss Lu in the future either. You can just call me by my name too..."

Li Beijue was slightly stunned and quickly repeated the two words "Qing'er" in his heart.

He opened his mouth, but for some reason, he felt an inexplicable resistance.

Yet, thinking of what happened sixteen years ago, he still spoke in a low voice, "Qing'er."

Lu Qing'er's heart skipped a beat, and a flash of triumph crossed her eyes.

She wondered if Li Beijue had ever called Jiang Baobao so intimately before?

This was definitely a treatment she could never get even in her dreams!

Lu Qing'er thought this and felt exceptionally good, so she hurriedly continued, "Jue, I wanted to ask if you have time tomorrow. There is an art exhibition I've been looking forward to, and I specifically asked a friend to get two tickets. I wanted to invite you to go together..."

"Tomorrow?" Li Beijue asked while casually flipping through his work schedule.

After hesitating for only two seconds, he nodded and agreed, "Sure. I'll drive to pick you up at ten tomorrow morning."

Lu Qing'er's expression instantly turned joyful, and she hurriedly agreed, "Okay, then I'll wait for you!"

"Mm, alright," Li Beijue replied indifferently.

The two spoke a few more words before hanging up the phone.

Lu Qing'er quickly tossed her phone aside and immediately rushed to her wardrobe, her face full of undisguised triumph.

She knew that woman Jiang Baobao was no match for her!

Even if she had returned now, so what?

Wasn't Li Beijue still just as attracted to her!

It's just a pity that if it had been a few years earlier, she would have long been the legitimate Mrs. Li; how would it ever be the turn of that wretch Jiang Baobao?

It's just that she didn't know when she would see Jiang Baobao again...

If she knew that the man she couldn't have back then was now pursuing her, she might be angered to death, right?

"Hahaha..." Lu Qing'er laughed out loud, feeling great.

Humming a tune, she picked out several dresses and threw them on the bed, her eyes filled with a sense of certainty.

This man, Li Beijue, would definitely be hers!

The next day—

After Li Beijue finished handling some work on hand, he went to pick up Lu Qing'er in person and they went to the gallery together.

Lu Qing'er spent the whole way secretly observing Li Beijue, feeling both nervous and excited.

It wasn't until she felt the car stop that she suddenly snapped back to reality.

She feigned an apologetic smile at Li Beijue and said in a low voice, "Jue, I thought about it last night. Today isn't the weekend; did I delay your work by asking you out so suddenly?"

Lu Qing'er put on a display of being sensible and well-behaved, deliberately looking at Li Beijue with an uneasy expression.

Li Beijue immediately denied it, "No. If there were really important work, I wouldn't have come with you. You don't need to think so much."

He comforted Lu Qing'er and pushed the door open to get out of the car.

He then walked around to the other side like a gentleman and opened the door for Lu Qing'er as well.

Lu Qing'er smiled happily and, just like last time at the restaurant entrance, took the initiative to link her arm with Li Beijue's.

Li Beijue paused slightly, suddenly feeling an urge to pull his arm away.

Last time, as soon as they entered the restaurant, he had pretended to be casual and moved Lu Qing'er's hand away.

That was because he had never liked being touched by strangers, especially women.

But... she was not a stranger.

He just needed to get used to it.

Li Beijue's gaze flickered for a moment, but in the end, he said nothing and let Lu Qing'er hold him intimately as they walked into the gallery together.

Lu Qing'er had no special expertise in painting; she couldn't even say she understood it, and she even found it a bit boring.

Yet, in front of Li Beijue, she put on an appearance of being very interested.

Every time she walked up to a painting, she would ask about it.

The two had looked at a few paintings casually when Li Beijue's phone vibrated.

Li Beijue looked at the screen and said apologetically, "Excuse me, I'm going to go over there to take a call."

As he spoke, he walked toward the direction of the corridor not far away.

Lu Qing'er watched him walk away until his figure disappeared, then she withdrew her gaze, immediately let her face fall, and glanced at the paintings in front of her with a blank expression.

What kind of messy nonsense was this?

If it weren't for the chance to meet Li Beijue, she wouldn't bother coming to see such boring things!

Lu Qing'er swept her gaze around and walked casually toward the next painting.

But she had only taken two steps when she heard a splash!

Lu Qing'er felt her calf bump into something, and the fabric of her skirt suddenly turned cold, so she hurriedly stopped in her tracks.

The next second, she saw that the hem of her goose-yellow skirt had already been stained with a patch of filth.

Standing by her calf was a little boy of four or five years old, holding a cup of cola with half left after spilling, looking at her with a terrified expression.

"You child, don't you have eyes when you walk—"

Lu Qing'er instantly revealed a fierce look, but halfway through her words, she remembered this was an art exhibition and the surroundings were extremely quiet, so she instantly shut her mouth.

Yet her gaze remained fiercely fixed on the little kid in front of her, wishing she could pierce through him with her glare!

This blind little brat!

Does he know how much this skirt of hers is worth?

Does he know how long she spent carefully picking it out yesterday!

Lu Qing'er looked around, but finding no sign of the child's parents, she could only glare at him fiercely once more.

The next second—

"Wah!"

The little child was frightened by her fierce gaze and suddenly burst into loud wails!

【Author's Note】

Lu Qing'er is back again, don't scold, don't scold, the reversal and face-slapping is coming right up, her plot is very, very, very, very little...