Wrong elevator, wrong door - Chapter 7: I wasn't kept by a sugar daddy

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Yan Yu wanted to laugh inwardly at Cheng Xiaoyu's stunned expression, but he kept a straight face and said, "You don't mean to ask me to pay for this, do you, Cheng Xiaoyu?"
Cheng Xiaoyu's face turned so red it looked like it could bleed. "No, no. I just...did I drink that much? I remember it was seventy yuan a glass, and I drank seven or eight glasses."
"What, you think I'm trying to scam you? I can't find the invoice. If you don't believe me, we can go to Wangchuan and ask. They'll definitely be able to find out the details." Yan Yu said, getting up.
"No need, it's 1,364 yuan, right? Here you go." Cheng Xiaoyu thought to herself that she didn't remember how much she had drunk that night, and Yan Yu, the big boss of a company, wouldn't cheat her out of such a small amount of money.
As Cheng Xiaoyu was saying this, she reached for her wallet on her seat, but after taking a couple of steps, she turned back and said, "I don't have that much money in my wallet. I'll go to the bank to withdraw some later, and I'll give it to you tomorrow, okay?"
Yan Yu glanced at the time on the computer screen; it was just past six in the evening. He stood up and said, "Let's go. I was about to leave work anyway. I'll take you to withdraw the money."
Cheng Xiaoyu stared blankly at Yan Yu's back. Was he really that serious? She had already said she would give it to him tomorrow. Did he think she would cheat him out of his money?
Yan Yu walked to the door and looked back at her. "Hurry up and go. What are you standing there for?"
Cheng Xiaoyu had no choice but to follow. The two got off the elevator and left the company. Cheng Xiaoyu got into Yan Yu's car. This was the second time Cheng Xiaoyu had ridden in Yan Yu's car; the last time, she was drunk and didn't pay attention at all. Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't drive and didn't know much about cars, but even so, she could tell that Yan Yu's car must be very expensive.
Yan Yu drove very steadily. "Which bank are you going to withdraw money from?"
Industrial and Commercial Bank of China (ICBC)
There's an ICBC bank less than ten minutes from the company, but Yan Yu doesn't plan to go there. He intends to go to a branch of ICBC that's further away. There's a Western restaurant nearby that has delicious desserts and ice cream, and his little niece, Yuanyuan, especially loves their banana split.
Cheng Xiaoyu didn't notice where Yan Yu was driving to. She suddenly realized a very serious problem: she didn't know if she had 1,300 yuan in her bank account.
Cheng Xiaoyu's family wasn't wealthy, just middle-class, but she was a bit extravagant with her money. When Cheng Xiaoyu was in college, her monthly allowance was 1500 yuan. At the beginning of the month, she would buy whatever she saw, and by the end of the month, she could only afford to stay in her dorm cooking instant noodles. When she couldn't bear it anymore, she would call home and whine for some money. Since she was their only daughter, her mother would immediately send the money after scolding her for wasting money, unwilling to let her daughter suffer. Later, Cheng Xiaoyu met him. He spoiled her and indulged her every whim; she could get whatever she wanted without even looking at the price. So, Cheng Xiaoyu's habit of spending money recklessly persisted. Later, she came to Rongcheng alone. At first, she told herself she couldn't squander the 10,000 yuan she brought. But after finding a job at Ruiyu and knowing she would get paid on the 5th of the following month, she became too lazy to keep track of her money. Anyway, she didn't spend much money. She usually just ate out, went shopping, bought a few cheap clothes, and a few times she paid by card at the supermarket. As for how much money was left on her card, she really didn't know.
When Cheng Xiaoyu apologized to Yan Yu earlier, she was referring to the one-night stand. She apologized for any trouble it might have caused him and hoped he wouldn't hold a grudge. After all, Cheng Xiaoyu would still be working at Ruiyu, and she didn't want to offend the CEO. Cheng Xiaoyu assumed Yan Yu would understand what she meant by apologizing, but instead, Yan Yu asked her what she was apologizing for. Cheng Xiaoyu was shy and couldn't bring herself to say certain things, so in her haste, she could only apologize for not paying for the drinks. That afternoon, while considering how to talk to Yan Yu, she remembered the drink bill. She had originally planned to return the money, but she assumed she had only spent four or five hundred yuan on drinks.
Yan Yu parked the car and got out first. "Let's go, there's an ICBC bank up ahead."
Seeing Yan Yu get out of the car, Cheng Xiaoyu had no choice but to get out as well. With her head down, she said, "Mr. Yan, I want to tell you first that I might not have enough 1,300 yuan on my card... but it's also possible, I can't remember clearly." Cheng Xiaoyu's voice grew softer and softer.
"Oh?" Yan Yu looked at Cheng Xiaoyu noncommittally.
Cheng Xiaoyu had no choice but to say, "Let me go check how much money is on the card first."
The bank was already closed. Cheng Xiaoyu went to the ATM, inserted her card, and entered her PIN. Yan Yu stood brazenly next to her, making no attempt to hide it. Cheng Xiaoyu was annoyed. This Yan Yu was supposed to be the company president, yet he showed no gentlemanly manners whatsoever.
The ATM quickly displayed the card balance.
Yan Yu read it aloud, "One thousand and twenty-seven yuan."
Cheng Xiaoyu's face flushed again. She opened her bag, took out her wallet, and counted out over 280 yuan. Biting her lip, she thought for a moment, then withdrew 1000 yuan from her card. She then took out 65 yuan in change from her wallet and handed it to Yan Yu along with the 1000 yuan she had withdrawn. "I'll pay you back 1065 yuan first. I still have 200 yuan in my wallet that I can't give you right now; I need to keep some for living expenses. I'll pay you back the 300 yuan I owe next week when I get paid."
Yan Yu took the money from Cheng Xiaoyu's hand, then snatched the wallet from her hand, took out two pink 100-yuan bills, and then, without the slightest awkwardness, took out the dozen or so yuan in change, including three one-yuan coins and two fifty-cent coins, before returning the empty wallet to Cheng Xiaoyu. "Here, now you owe me eighty-six yuan."
Holding her empty wallet, Cheng Xiaoyu finally snapped, "Yan Yu, are you even a man?!"
Upon hearing Cheng Xiaoyu's words, Yan Yu suddenly leaned forward, bringing his face close to hers, and said, "Don't you know whether I'm a man or not, Xiaoyu?"
The slight upward inflection at the end of his sentence made Cheng Xiaoyu blush uncontrollably again. She leaned back, refusing to meet Yan Yu's captivating eyes, and stammered nervously, "You have to leave me some money, right? I don't have a single penny on me besides this. I said I'd pay you back when I got my salary, and I mean it. Don't you believe me?"
"Why should I believe you?" Yan Yu leaned even lower.
Cheng Xiaoyu could only back away further. "How could I possibly cheat you out of three hundred yuan! Even as ordinary colleagues, shouldn't we have that much trust? Besides, besides, we're actually... pretty familiar with each other, why are you being so aggressive?"
"Oh, we're quite familiar with each other," Yan Yu's handsome face drew closer, his intense aura forcing Cheng Xiaoyu to retreat. His voice was soft and gentle, yet concealed a deadly intent. "Cheng Xiaoyu, so you still remember that we slept together one night."
"Ah!" Cheng Xiaoyu kept dodging backwards and almost fell off the steps next to the ATM.
Yan Yu grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's waist to prevent her from falling. His thumb lingered intimately on Cheng Xiaoyu's waist, and he spoke almost as if his lips were pressed against hers, "Are we quite familiar with each other?"
Cheng Xiaoyu. We slept together one night, and the next day you just walked away like I wasn't there. Is that what you call being close?
The spot on Cheng Xiaoyu's waist where Yan Yu had been caressing felt itchy and burning. The way he spoke, almost touching her lips, made her heart pound several times faster. Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't tolerate Yan Yu's blatant flirting any longer. She pushed him away, steadied herself, and said, "Yan Yu, that's enough! How can there be such a petty man like you in this world? It was just a one-night stand, how much of a loss do you think you are? I'm ignoring you, so what? Fine, you're the CEO, so what? I already apologized, what more do you want? You took all my money, are you smug now?" With that, Cheng Xiaoyu turned and left angrily.
"Stop." Yan Yu said from behind her.
Cheng Xiaoyu turned around angrily and glared at Yan Yu.
"You still owe me eighty-six yuan. If you really don't have the money, you can use something as collateral, like a cell phone or something."
Cheng Xiaoyu was so angry with Yan Yu that she was completely speechless. The world is truly full of wonders; this man's stinginess was practically worthy of a Guinness World Record. Cheng Xiaoyu took a deep breath. "I don't have a phone."
Yan Yu looked Cheng Xiaoyu up and down. "Then the shoes will do."
He really has a good eye for fashion! The most expensive thing Cheng Xiaoyu owns is this pair of flat leather shoes. Cheng Xiaoyu's feet are quite delicate; shoes that aren't good will easily wear out, so she can wear clothes that cost twenty or thirty yuan, but shoes are absolutely unacceptable.
Cheng Xiaoyu angrily took off her two little leather shoes and threw them at Yan Yu, "Fine, here you go!"
Yan Yu dodged the two small leather shoes that flew towards him with anger.
Cheng Xiaoyu turned around and strode away barefoot, without even looking back.
Yan Yu looked at the two shoes on the ground. They were light green with cute, round toes, and two cartoon fish were hooked onto them with thread. The owner of the shoes had walked further and further away, and it seemed that he had no intention of coming back.
Yan Yu laughed. Being forced to take off her shoes meant she was truly broke; the possibility of her being kept by a man was practically nonexistent. Yan Yu leisurely picked up the two shoes from the ground, put them back in her car, and strode towards Cheng Xiaoyu.

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