Yan Lixue wasn't thinking about the amount of money, but rather why Ming Zhitian had rejected her. She was a top beauty among many scions of influential families, not an exaggeration to call her a peach blossom goddess.
A man who could reject her body would either be impotent, or he had someone else in his heart.
Yan Lixue dismissed the first possibility and confirmed the second. She murmured, "Perhaps he already has a wife, naturally he wouldn't look at me."
Hai Bobo shook her jade arm, "What are you spacing out for? Everyone is calling you."
Seeing the four pairs of strange gazes, Yan Lixue forced a smile, "He rejected me."
"What?!" Hai Bobo was stunned, "You rejected him and you're still this happy?"
Xue Mingyuan sensed something unusual. Dongcheng Jiu and Chen Qi were also curious and looked at Yan Lixue.
Yan Lixue said, "Although he refused to sell me the Emperor-grade artifact, the Cold Iron Gauntlets, he gave me this."
She then took out the *Bai Yi Fist* from her storage bag. The four were shocked, "An Emperor-grade technique!"
Yan Lixue hugged the fist manual to her chest, her eyes filled with longing as she looked at Xue Mingyuan.
Yan Lixue said, "That's right, I believe my cousin will definitely like it."
Hai Bobo said, "Lixue, you say... that Ming Zhitian gifted you this Emperor-grade technique. Does that mean he definitely has feelings for you? I, Hai Bobo, am telling you."
Xue Mingyuan finally understood the feeling he had sensed. He clenched his fist, somewhat jealous of Ming Zhitian.
Yan Lixue lowered her head, "What are you talking about? My heart only holds my cousin."
Hai Bobo made a face at her, "Nyah nyah nyah, you're not even embarrassed to say that in public."
Yan Lixue's face immediately turned red with shame. She wanted to hit her, but Hai Bobo feigned pity, "Wuwu, hit me! If you kill me, no one will shop with you anymore, no one will buy you snacks."
Yan Lixue squeezed her cute face, "How could I? I cherish you and love you, how could I hit you? But don't speak nonsense next time, be good."
Hai Bobo's two curved eyebrows shot up in pain, "Alright, sister, if you pinch me again, I'll be dead. I understand, I promise not to speak nonsense."
Yan Lixue chuckled, "I'll let you off this time."
Dongcheng Jiu said, "I think Bobo's words are not without reason. That kid probably likes you."
Chen Qi said, "Love, this is something I'm most familiar with. I dare say, eight or nine times out of ten, he's lusting after your body."
At noon, if Yan Lixue hadn't taken off her clothes for Ming Zhitian, she might have believed Chen Qi. But she had, and Ming Zhitian had politely refused, not even glancing twice. Therefore, Yan Lixue dismissed this claim, further solidifying her belief that Ming Zhitian was already married.
Hai Bobo said disdainfully, "Yo yo yo, speaking as if you're a Casanova. I should stay away from you, don't want to catch your disease."
Chen Qi smiled, "How about you try dating me?"
Hai Bobo crossed her arms, "Stop right there! You playboy, you want to mess with my clear soup? No way!"
Their conversation caused everyone to burst into laughter...
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Time quickly passed to the evening. At a grand villa estate, many distinguished young masters and prominent young ladies had arrived.
This Yan Zhonghua truly had face, having a father from a boxing family. Everything was arranged and manipulated by his father, ensuring his future rise.
The scene was high-class and grand, with soaring music, accompanying dancers, and a buffet of red wine and delicacies. The banquet was informal, waiting only for the host to appear.
Yan Lixue had been waiting by the entrance for Ming Zhitian. Xue Mingyuan watched from afar, feeling unwilling, "What's so good about this Ming Zhitian? Just an Emperor-grade fist manual? My Xue family has plenty. If you asked for it, I'd pluck the stars and the moon for you, so what? Xue'er, why don't you understand my heart?"