C542 King's Feast 5

His face darkened and he closed his eyes. It was as if he wasn't used to her rejecting him.

Some things were deeply ingrained.

In the past, she had never been like this. No matter what he brought back, she would happily accept, so naturally sharing in his achievements and glory.

Just like what the Madam Mu said: It's not bad for Fang Likun either, but she has already parasitized all over your body, completely losing her self-reliance. This way, wouldn't you feel tired?

All those years, had it been hard? Ask yourself, it's been hard. Exhausted. But, after all, happiness was more difficult than hard work.

Now that she had lost him, she no longer depended on him, and he was empty — really, deep down he was a man, accustomed to being relied on and admired.

Right now, she was hiding like a snake or a scorpion.

She kept her lashes down and out of his sight.

In those days, every weekend she accompanied him to the lab to work overtime, giving him all kinds of advice, acting as his assistant. Whenever his train of thought was blocked, her advice would often enlighten him. In the middle of the night, she would always accompany him and come up with some advice …

When he had taken her on a business trip to Geneva, she had enjoyed the view, and he had promised himself that he would buy her a room there for as long as she liked.

At that time, Qiao Zhijun did not have those economic conditions, but the two of them were full of spirit and hope, because they knew that their future was bright, and there would be a day that they would succeed.

Years...

She didn't dare think about it anymore, nor did she dare look at his face. She just put her hands behind her back, afraid that the cheque would burn her hands. How could he possibly want Qiao Zhi's money again? Universities are expensive, and ordinary American families are hard to come by, not to mention that the cost of a foreign student in a foreign university is usually two to three times that of a domestic student. Even if she received a high scholarship from the second year onwards, after all these years, how much did she have to spend on living and eating?

Now he was giving her a cheque of such a large amount. Even if they shared it, they should at least split it equally. How could she, Fang Likun, own all 2 million? Moreover, what qualifications does she have to continue taking Qiao Zhi's things today?

She spoke in a low voice but her voice was firm, "Qiao Zhi, I don't want this. I don't know what I owe you, and I don't dare take anything from you anymore. "

Mu Qiaozhi, who had been silent all this while, suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed her hand tightly before he placed the cheque into her hand.

"Likun, listen to me. Whether you want to be a professional student, go to research, or do anything else you're interested in, a woman with a bit of money will be a lot freer, and won't have to be bound by so many restrictions … "

Her heart skipped a beat as she followed his gaze towards the pet hospital.

In the end, Qiao Zhi had an extremely thorough understanding of himself.

A father like that, a father like that, a father like that, a man who was desperate to kill himself in America..." These had already formed a strong and deep-rooted deterrence in her heart — she, Fang Likun, was actually too poor, afraid of repeating the same thing. Thus, he kept procrastinating, neither dry nor brittle, putting his pet hospital in a more important light than what he had imagined.

The ideal was important, but it didn't solve the problem of survival first. Where would the ideal come from?

The world was changing every minute, so he wanted to become stronger.