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“No money, no talk. Trying to mock me? How laughable.”
After Su Hui’s retort, the crowd’s attention shifted entirely to Su Cheng, and they couldn’t help but agree with her.
Su Cheng had just returned from the Su family home earlier that morning and hadn’t changed out of his clothes yet. The outfit he wore stood out starkly compared to everyone else around him—his impeccable fashion sense, striking appearance, and toned physique left no room for comparison.
Just standing beside Su Hui, Su Cheng’s presence alone was enough to overshadow any other man who dared to step forward. Anyone trying to compete with him would be utterly crushed.
With such a dazzling older brother as a benchmark, who would even consider dating an ordinary guy? In fact, many of the female onlookers found themselves fantasizing about dating Su Hui’s brother instead.
Su Hui pulled her hand back and scoffed at the boy, “Don’t go around talking about materialism when all you care about is money. If you don’t have money, what are you offering? Are you expecting someone to date you so you can drink northwest wind or carry bricks together? Or do you think some rich girl will take care of you?”
She always had a sharp tongue when it came to people she disliked.
The boy’s face turned red, then pale, unable to muster a response. He glared at her venomously and spat, “I was wrong about you. No one will ever want a woman like you.”
Su Cheng’s demeanor suddenly chilled. His usually calm exterior gave way to an overwhelming aura that even Su Hui, who was used to being around him daily, felt uneasy.
“Are you done?” Su Cheng asked icily.
The boy refused to back down. “Yes, I’m done!”
Su Cheng sneered coldly, his voice cutting through the air. “You don’t need to worry about Su Hui’s future. I have money, and I’m more than willing to support her for life.”
The surrounding girls gasped in awe.
Having such a protective older brother was truly enviable. Such sweet words melted their hearts—but alas, fate hadn’t granted them a brother like this.
Su Hui didn’t expect him to say something like that either. Despite how she often treated him poorly, his words still made her feel oddly satisfied. She was easily pleased after all.
Quickly chiming in, Su Hui added, “That’s right! My family has enough money to take care of me. What kind of nonsense are you spouting, cursing me with not finding a husband? Look at your jealous face!”
She clearly misunderstood his statement.
Even if she never got married in her lifetime, Su Hui’s father wouldn’t mind at all. And even if she remained single, she would never settle for anything less than what she deserved.
Su Hui marveled at how shameless some people could be—it was truly eye-opening. Initially, she thought he was just another boy infatuated with her, but his comments now seemed utterly ridiculous.
Unable to argue further, the boy turned and left, throwing the flowers he had brought down onto the ground with great force.
Seeing this, the dorm supervisor couldn’t stay silent. “Hey, young man! Pick up your flowers! Do you have no sense of public decency? You’re a college student, not a child tossing trash everywhere!”
The boy reluctantly returned, picked up the flowers, and hurried away, his face burning with embarrassment.
In truth, he had made a bet with his roommate today—to see if he could win over the “flower” of the Foreign Languages Department. He had expected rejection at worst, but never imagined ending up this humiliated.
Watching him leave, Su Hui muttered, “What a fragile ego. His mental fortitude is so weak, and he still had the audacity to confess publicly. If he couldn’t handle rejection here, imagine how devastated he’d be elsewhere.”
The onlookers silently agreed—it wasn’t just his fragility; Su Hui’s biting remarks hit every sore spot. Any normal person would’ve fled under such verbal assault—it was self-inflicted humiliation otherwise.
Once the protagonist left, the crowd dispersed. Their gawking session ended here; lingering further might only invite annoyance.
Su Cheng said, “Don’t dwell on it.”
Su Hui pouted, “I thought he’d put up more of a fight. Turns out he’s just a weakling who couldn’t even argue with me.”
Su Cheng glanced down at her. “It seems you’ve been kinder to me with your words.”
When she argued with him, she mostly shot back with snappy comebacks rather than outright insults. Her actions spoke louder—like glaring daggers at him.
He still vividly remembered the time during high school sports day when she secretly badmouthed him to her friends.
He sighed inwardly.
“That’s right,” Su Hui declared smugly, tilting her head slightly upward to look at him. “Now, I’m hungry. You’re treating me to dinner.”
Su Cheng nodded. “Alright.”
He reached out and gently flicked her nose.
Su Hui didn’t dodge but glared at him before realizing he was still holding her hand. She quickly pulled it away. “Let’s go.”
Su Cheng’s gaze lingered on his hand, a flicker of unreadable emotion passing through his dark eyes. His lips curled into a faint smile. “Let’s go.”
He took Su Hui to a Western restaurant.
Su Hui rarely ate Western food—not because she disliked it, but because she and her friends preferred hot pot or barbecue. However, Su Cheng believed those foods were unhealthy and had reminded her countless times.
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