But the next second, Qin Feimo opened his mouth and took the soup dumpling in directly, eating it with relish.

Feng Jinglei, however, froze, her outstretched hand stiff in mid-air.

She thought he would take the dumpling with a spoon, but he used his mouth directly.

After being stunned for a few seconds, she returned to her senses and lowered her head to continue eating.

After a brief silence, Qin Feimo suddenly spoke, "Are you still angry about the bet?"

When he asked this question, Qin Feimo continued to eat with his head down, without looking at her.

Feng Jinglei instinctively looked up. The question she didn’t dare to ask, he brought up himself.

Of course, she was angry, but she didn’t answer, instead, she continued to eat in silence.

"I’m sorry."

His sudden apology caught her off guard, and she looked at him in surprise.

He still didn’t raise his head, leisurely eating, "It won’t happen again."

Thinking back, even if he was confident, he shouldn’t have used her as a bet.

Perhaps being accustomed to superiority since childhood made him unable to tolerate being challenged.

After realizing she was angry about it, he felt some regret, but a man’s word is his bond. Once he bets, he couldn’t take it back.

Feng Jinglei quietly stared at him, her expression slightly frozen.

Was he apologizing for using her as a bet? Saying it won’t happen again?

And the result? Did he win?

From his calm, composed expression, Feng Jinglei might already know the outcome of the bet. But even if Qin Feimo had won, she couldn’t feel happy. Perhaps his abrupt apology warmed her cold heart a little.

She lowered her head and continued eating in silence.

After a while, when he looked a little apologetic, she cautiously spoke.

"Well, can you lend me some money first?"

His gaze lifted slightly, "For what?"

She lowered her eyelids, "I want to book another room."

He was taken aback, staring at her intensely for a long time.

She felt a bit uneasy being stared at, but didn’t intend to back down.

She couldn’t stand sharing a room with him anymore, she had to move out.

"I have no money."

This answer completely took Feng Jinglei by surprise, and she didn’t react for a moment.

"What?"

He raised his slender eyes slightly, calmly staring at her, "I have no money."

"..." He had no money?

If this were told to anyone in Quanjing City, not a single person would believe it, right?

"How could you not have money?"

"No cash, only a bankbook."

She paused, meeting his dark eyes, puzzled by what he meant by this.

No cash, only a bankbook, so he wasn’t planning to lend her money?

"When we were eating yesterday, your wallet clearly had a lot of cash."

"It’s all used up."

"..."

"Then take out your wallet and let me see." As she looked at him, knowing he was lying, her straightforward nature instinctively led her to ask him to take out his wallet to see if he really used up all the cash.

Of course, Qin Feimo was lying, but since he told this lie, he wouldn’t give her a chance to expose it.

Staring at her, his gaze focused on her delicate face, he asked seriously, "Why should I show you?"

She paused, "You said it’s used up."

"So, why should I show you? What kind of position are you planning to take to check my wallet?"

"..." She was left speechless by his words.