Today, I'm Going to Spend the Billionaire's Hundred Million Again
Chapter 48: What Do You Really Want
CHAPTER 48: CHAPTER 48: WHAT DO YOU REALLY WANT
"Shen Xingwei went to Car City, and Rong Qingqing didn’t meet him?" Shen Jue was a bit incredulous.
"Yes, Ah Suo said Miss Qingqing saw Shen Xingwei’s car and immediately hid. Miss Qingqing got into a car from the 4S store and left Car City. Young Master Shen Xingwei doesn’t know, and he’s probably still blindly searching for someone in Car City." Lin Bufan was very sure, "They didn’t meet."
"Rong Qingqing’s reaction after returning to the country was quite unexpected." Doctor Meng commented, "Such a gentle girl, suddenly seems to have become particularly tenacious."
"Tenacious? Twenty-two years of schooling only taught you that adjective?" Shen Jue mocked Doctor Meng, "Tenacious? Ha, fierce is more like it."
"You, don’t use such a term to describe a girl, it’s not nice." Doctor Meng patted Shen Jue’s shoulder, "If I said you had a fierce fiancée, you might not feel proud. But tenacious, how pleasant sounding?"
"Even if you said she was a goddess, the boss wouldn’t feel proud." Lin Bufan laughed and continued, "The boss said, no matter how it goes in this life, he could never like Rong Qingqing."
At the apartment, there’s no way Miss Qingqing wouldn’t accept the new task the System announced.
After thinking it over, besides figuring out how to persuade Shen Jue, the urgent task was to go to the mall to buy a dress for the evening.
Holding her stuff, Rong Qingqing locked the door and stood by the elevator door waiting for it. After about a minute, the elevator arrived at the 26th floor, Rong Qingqing glanced at her phone, hearing the sound as if someone might be coming out, so she stood aside to make way, then put her phone away and raised her head to look at the person coming out.
Little did she expect, as she looked up, she saw a very familiar big bedroll!
"Why is it you again!"
"Why is it you again!"
The two spoke in unison, both with expressions as if they’d seen a ghost, staring at each other.
"You’re stalking me!" The beggar hugged his bedroll and retreated repeatedly, "What exactly do you want, woman!"
"This is my house, who’s stalking you! I’m the one who should be saying that! Beggar, why are you following me? Also, how did you get into the community!" Rong Qingqing was like a cat with raised hackles, her whole body pressing against the wall, looking defensively at the beggar in front of her.
"The whole neighborhood is yours? Only you, the stingy one, is allowed to live here, no one else?" The beggar aggressively took out his phone and waved the electronic door card at Rong Qingqing, "See, I live right across from you! Really, cheapo looking down on people! Goodbye! Never see you again!"
After speaking, the beggar bypassed Rong Qingqing and headed towards the door across, muttering, "Really unlucky to live across from a cheapo, I’ll sell this place tomorrow!"
Rong Qingqing stood there furiously, waving her fist at the figure’s back several times.
"Sell it, or you’re a puppy!" Rong Qingqing shouted at the person, then arrogantly entered the elevator.
Thankfully she’s not living here recently, otherwise, she’d be driven crazy daily by that fake beggar across the way!
Really can’t understand these rich people’s minds, wearing a watch that costs six figures, living in a mansion that costs eight figures, yet begging on the street?
After leaving the neighborhood, Rong Qingqing went directly to the mall, wandered around, and bought herself two dresses.
Thinking about the two yuan Shen Jue spent on her last night, Rong Qingqing went to the men’s section and bought Shen Jue a tie.
Two yuan from Shen Jue, in exchange for a tie worth over ten thousand, Rong Qingqing felt Shen Jue had really hit the jackpot.
But Rong Qingqing isn’t accustomed to owing people money, so she’s used to repaying in this way.
If one day the original Rong Qingqing could come back, she herself could afford the expenses during this time.
She wouldn’t spend a penny more than she could afford.
This is a matter of principle.