Lai Bao remembered that she had done Mu Bai's homework for a whole month just for this page of the yearbook.
This photo was also sneakily taken from Mu Bai's bag.
She was the only one in the class who got Mu Bai's photo and phone number.
At that time, the female classmates were so envious; they all came asking her for his number, but she didn't dare give it to anyone. Mu Bai had warned her not to show it to anybody, otherwise, her fate would be very miserable.
Thinking of the little demon's means of tormenting others, Lai Bao couldn't help but shudder.
Looking at the string of numbers, which were all 8s and 9s, she glanced at the time; it was almost midnight. Better call tomorrow!
"Mu Xiaobai, I wonder if you still remember me!"
Wen Laibao lay in bed, her hand habitually embracing the big bear at the head of the bed, a gift from Gu Chen. She had always been used to sleeping while holding something since her childhood, as if it gave her a sense of security.
Thinking of that handsome man who even women would be jealous of, she couldn't help but mutter, "I was like your first little crush, wasn't I? We held hands, kissed cheeks, even shared a bed for three years, and were desk mates in elementary school for three years. You can't be this heartless, can you?"
Thinking of their days in kindergarten, Wen Laibao wanted to laugh.
Unfortunately, starting in fourth grade, teachers no longer allowed boys and girls to sit together.
After finishing junior high, Mu Bai was sent abroad for studies and they lost contact ever since.
A year ago, Mu Bai had just returned from the United States.
But according to media gossip, this little devil had returned home just to loaf around, not working at the Mu Group, quarreling over women with his own brother, spending money like water, and acting very high-profile, simply the epitome of a profligate son.
Someone had roughly calculated that just in this past year, the gifts Mu Bai gave to his rumored girlfriends (those exposed by the media)—luxury watches, bags, jewelry, cars—amounted to a staggering eight-figure sum.
If his personal purchases and expenses were included, it amounted to an astronomical sum in a year.
The most common comment online was: How has the Mu Family not collapsed yet?
Lai Bao thought, every time Mu Bai made a move, it involved tens or hundreds of thousands. Considering she had once saved his life, this favor sure must be worth more than a million!
With these thoughts, she drifted off to sleep.
The next day at seven, Lai Bao began calling the Mu Family's number, anxious and nervous; it had been so many years, she didn't know if they had changed their number.
"Good morning, I am Housekeeper Lu. Who are you looking for?"
The call connected, and a middle-aged man's voice came from the other end.
Wen Laibao immediately sat up straight, smoothed her messy hair, and mimicked the other party's polite and humble tone, "Good morning, I'm looking for Mu Bai. Could you let him take the call?"
"May I ask who is calling?"
Lai Bao quickly gave her nickname, "My name is Wen Laibao, I'm a classmate of Mu Bai."
"I'm sorry, Lady Wen, our young master doesn't live at home. You can call his phone, or I can pass on a message for you."
"Then please tell me his contact details."
The other side thoughtlessly refused, very bureaucratically, "I'm sorry, Lady Wen, I can't do that."
Lai Bao wanted to explode with frustration—wealthy families and their rigid rules—but still kept a smile, "Then please take down my number, my name is Wen Laibao, I was Mu Bai's elementary school desk mate, I need to speak to him urgently, please make sure you pass on my message."
"Very well, Lady Wen."
Subsequently, Wen Laibao waited a whole day without receiving a call from Mu Bai.
Unable to bear it, she called again at night, and Housekeeper Lu told her he had relayed her message to Mu Bai and to wait patiently for the call.
Yet, three days passed, like stones sinking into the sea, without any news.