177: Chapter 177 was rejected.

Zhang Qi leaned back against the soft leather sofa, his gaze quietly fixed on the girl beside him.

Watching the anticipation in Li Bingyue's eyes, he already had a clear plan in mind.

Therefore, after a moment of contemplation, Zhang Qi gave Li Bingyue exactly the response she wanted most.

"Bingyue, I really like your personality."

A gentle smile tugged at the corners of Zhang Qi's mouth, his voice low and magnetic, possessing a lethal charm.

Upon hearing this, a brilliant smile instantly bloomed on Li Bingyue's strikingly beautiful, spirited face.

She knew her proactive approach tonight would work; Brother Qi really did have feelings for her.

He picked up the foreign liquor on the table and took a sip, the smile on his face gradually fading slightly.

"If I had met you a few years earlier, I would have pursued you without hesitation."

But the second half of the sentence that followed was like a bucket of cold water poured directly over her head.

"But right now, I have no intention of dating."

Zhang Qi set down his glass, looking at Li Bingyue with a calm, serious tone.

The smile on Li Bingyue's face froze instantly, and she was left completely stunned, at a loss for what to do.

What kind of answer was that? One second he was complimenting her, and the next, he was cruelly rejecting her.

Li Bingyue's eyes reddened with anxiety as she grabbed Zhang Qi's arm, her fingers tightening slightly.

"Why?"

Her voice carried a hint of undisguised panic as she desperately wanted a reasonable answer.

"Uh..."

Seeing her anxious appearance, Zhang Qi paused for a moment, his eyes flickering slightly.

In truth, he was embarrassed to say that he had been hurt too badly in the past by being a 'simp', as that would make him seem pathetic.

She bit her rosy lips and continued to press him anxiously, her eyes filled with unwillingness and confusion.

"Brother Qi, do you think I'm not good enough?"

Li Bingyue's voice was laced with a hint of aggrieved sobbing, and her eyes appeared pitiful.

Seeing this girl starting to doubt herself, Zhang Qi immediately gave a firm, affirmative reply.

"Don't overthink it. You are excellent; both your looks and personality are top-tier."

Li Bingyue keenly sensed the firmness in Zhang Qi's attitude and knew he definitely wasn't joking.

Her originally straight back instantly slumped, and she lowered her head in dejection, her mood plummeting.

Watching her look of disappointment, Zhang Qi was as clear-headed as a mirror, completely in control of the rhythm.

He didn't directly confess the cruel truth that he already had several top-tier women by his side.

If he revealed the truth now, a proud girl like Li Bingyue would definitely have a breakdown on the spot.

Li Bingyue sat on the sofa with her head down, her emotions fermenting, feeling worse the more she thought about it.

She suddenly looked up, her beautiful large eyes brimming with crystalline tears, looking pitiful.

"Then when we were dancing on the dance floor just now, you were holding me and touching me..."

Li Bingyue gritted her teeth, her voice filled with deep resentment and grievance, sounding coquettish.

Hearing this accusation, Zhang Qi didn't show the slightest panic; instead, he shrugged calmly.

"Bingyue, with your charm, it would be hard for any normal man to resist."

Zhang Qi looked at her hot, curvaceous body, his eyes undisguisedly filled with intense appreciation and aggression.

Upon hearing this answer, Li Bingyue was stunned, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

If any ordinary man dared to say such things to her, Li Bingyue would definitely find them extremely lecherous.

But as the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder; love is just that unreasonable.

Not only did Li Bingyue not develop any ill will toward Zhang Qi, but a sense of indescribable joy welled up in her heart.

After all, Zhang Qi's words were tantamount to a disguised, extreme affirmation of her charm as a woman.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the booth became somewhat subtle and awkward, and neither of them continued to speak.

Zhang Qi glanced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist, feeling that the timing for tonight was just right.

Staying any longer would likely be counterproductive; retreating decisively now was the wisest choice.

Thus, Zhang Qi stood up and naturally straightened the hem of his clothes.

"Bingyue, we are still good friends. If you encounter any trouble, you can come to me anytime."

Zhang Qi looked down at Li Bingyue, his tone gentle yet carrying an unquestionable decisiveness.

"But it's really getting late tonight, so I'll head back first. You have fun with your friends."

Watching Zhang Qi's tall, straight back, Li Bingyue opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to call out to make him stay.

But she thought better of it; Zhang Qi had already made his stance clear, so asking him to stay now would be inappropriate.

She bit her rosy lips and ultimately just gave a reluctant, gentle nod, her eyes dim and listless.

Zhang Qi didn't say anything more; he turned around with great panache and strode away from the high-end booth.

Li Bingyue sat alone on the large leather sofa, dazed as she looked in the direction where Zhang Qi had disappeared.

Her heart felt empty, and the intense sense of loss made it difficult for her to breathe.

She picked up a bottle of expensive foreign liquor from the table and poured herself a full glass, her movements somewhat rough.

Li Bingyue tilted her head back and downed the strong liquor in one go, trying to use the alcohol to numb the pain in her heart.

A moment later, the group of friends who had been crazily releasing their energy on the dance floor finally returned together.

They were all drenched in sweat, their faces flushed with excitement, and they walked into the booth, chattering away.

The girl with the high ponytail plopped down onto the sofa and immediately noticed that the atmosphere was wrong.

She looked at Li Bingyue, who was trying to drown her sorrows in alcohol, and then at the empty space beside her, her face full of curiosity.

"Bingyue, where is Brother Qi?"

Another girl wearing a camisole dress also leaned over, her eyes sparkling with intense gossip.

"You two were so intimate on the dance floor just now; you must have completely won him over, right?"

As the girl spoke, she winked ambiguously at Li Bingyue, her smile full of gossip.

The other girls also gathered around, chattering and teasing, asking questions, the atmosphere becoming very lively.

"Hurry up and tell us sisters, who confessed first?"

"Needless to say, Brother Qi must have confessed first; our Bingyue is so charming!"

Facing the curious and expectant gazes of her best friends, Li Bingyue only felt more bitter in her heart.

She set down her glass, her strikingly beautiful, spirited face filled with dejection and deep disappointment.

"Stop guessing. He just told me that he doesn't want to date right now."

Li Bingyue's voice was very low, her tone revealing undisguised grievance and a strong sense of defeat.

Hearing this unexpected answer, all the girls present were instantly stunned.

Their eyes widened, and they couldn't believe their ears, looking at each other in complete shock.

Judging by this, it was clearly Li Bingyue who had been the more proactive one.

And what they found most incredible was that Li Bingyue had actually been cruelly rejected by Zhang Qi?

Li Bingyue had countless suitors and was the dream goddess of many rich, handsome men in their circle; to think there would come a day when she would be rejected after pursuing someone!