Xiyan seed completely detached from reality, holding him tightly without saying a word.
She thought of the things her mother had once told her, the lessons she had taught her.
She rembered the gentle image of her mother holding her hand as they walked ho in the sunset.
She rembered how her mother used to take her to orphanages, bringing gifts to the children there.
Such a kind, serene person, forced by Yang Shurong and her son to the point of jumping to her death.
Now, her mother was being cursed as a mistress by her entire class.
As for Xiyan, even though her face was unmarred, it was all done to accommodate that partial father of hers.
Yet ti and again, she’s been ridiculed cruelly as an ugly freak!
Xiyan’s grip on Ou Jue’s arm tightened slightly. She opened her mouth woodenly and murmured, "Ou Jue..."
"I’m here." Just two simple words, but they carried imnse weight.
"Can you lend so money..."
"Sure."
"Aren’t you going to ask how much?"
"Whatever amount is fine."
"What I an by ’a little’ is... a very, very large sum."
"Na a number."
"A hundred million." Xiyan spoke softly, almost timidly. "I’ll pay it back, I swear, with interest too!"
As long as she could make a coback in the entertainnt industry, she had the ability to repay it.
"...Idiot." Ou Jue reached out and tousled her hair roughly. "Let’s go."
"Huh? Go where?"
"To get the money." Ou Jue’s tone was so casual, as if a hundred million was as trivial as the cost of a al.
Xiyan stared blankly, tilting her head up to look at this strikingly handso young man standing in the rain.
It was then she realized the black umbrella Ou Jue was holding was tilted two-thirds in her direction.
Xiyan was kept dry and well-protected, while half of Ou Jue’s body was exposed to the rain.
His inky black hair was thoroughly soaked, and the damp strands of his bangs clung ssily to his forehead.
Even drenched, he was still so handso it made her want to scream.
Xiyan hurriedly reached out to adjust the umbrella. "You’re getting wet."
"As long as you, this idiot, aren’t wet, it’s fine." Ou Jue’s dark eyes locked onto her.
Just as Xiyan was about to feel touched.
The next second, he dealt a verbal jab. "I’m afraid if your brain gets wet, it’ll short-circuit."
"..." What kind of bizarre tone shift was this? Just a second ago, it was so heart-stirring!
Once back in Ou Jue’s car, he turned on the heat and began making calls, ordering his subordinates to prepare the money.
Just... just like that?
That was a hundred million!
Xiyan stared at him in disbelief. "Ou Jue, aren’t you even going to ask what I need the money for?"
Ou Jue calmly shifted the car into gear. "As long as it’s not to keep a boy toy."
"What if it is?"
"Then I’ll break the boy toy’s legs," Ou Jue said expressionlessly, casting her a frosty glance. His voice turned icy, "And then I’ll finish you off."
Xiyan imdiately sat up straight.
Too violent!!
A few dozen minutes later, Xiyan was handed a bank card loaded with a hundred million in funds.
The card felt... unexpectedly heavy in her hands.
She wasn’t sure why.
Before, she hadn’t thought much about it, but now that Ou Jue had truly given her the card...
Xiyan suddenly felt like crying.
She bit her lower lip and looked at the young man driving her ho. "Why are you so good to ?"
Because... you’re good enough to deserve the kindness of the world.
Thinking this, Ou Jue’s handso face remained impassive as he replied matter-of-factly, "Caring for idiots is everyone’s responsibility."
Xiyan: !!!!
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