Yang Yuying's sex slave life

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Guangzhou University District, Huazhong University of Science and Technology cafeteria.

Qin Ming, a third-year student working part-time to earn living expenses during lunch break, was wiping tables when he suddenly froze.

He recognized a couple at the next table.

One was Yang Wei, his fellow villager whom he considered a brother, and the other was Li Meng, his girlfriend of two years.

Li Meng was just opening a phone box and exclaimed excitedly, "Wow, Yang Wei, it really is the latest iPhone! I've wanted one for so long! You're so good to me, mwah!"

Watching his girlfriend Li Meng kiss Yang Wei in public, Qin Ming's heart bled, and his eyes widened in anger.

Yang Wei grinned smugly, reaching under the table and then under Li Meng's skirt to caress her thigh. He said, "Li Meng, I, Yang Wei, keep my word. What's a phone worth over ten thousand? My family easily earns over five hundred thousand a year. Follow me, and I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury."

Qin Ming, gripping the tablecloth, trembled with rage. They were having an affair behind his back?

Qin Ming swung a plate and smashed it onto their table.

Yang Wei jumped in fright, yelling, "Are you crazy? You stinking dishwashing wretch… Ah, Ming, it's you?"

Li Meng, clutching her new phone, panicked. She'd been caught cheating, but she quickly regained her composure.

Instead, she asked Yang Wei, "Wei, are you hurt?"

Seeing his girlfriend ignore him and instead care for Yang Wei, Qin Ming's heart shattered.

Qin Ming, his neck red and swollen, roared, "Li Meng, I worked so hard doing part-time jobs just to buy you the new phone you wanted. And you cheated on me? Yang Wei, what kind of brother are you? Stealing my girlfriend? I don't have a brother like you!"

The commotion immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the cafeteria.

Li Meng, also enraged, grabbed Yang Wei and boasted smugly, "Yes, I've fallen for someone else, but it's because you're poor. I couldn't stand your poverty anymore. You stinking loser, you don't deserve to be with me. Heh, I didn't expect you to be washing dishes in the cafeteria, tsk tsk, besides your pretty face, you're good for nothing. A rich second-generation like Awei is a real man."

Yang Wei wiped the dirty water from his face. Now that his affair had been discovered, he decided to retaliate, saying, "Qin Ming, don't you even take a piss and look at yourself? Do you deserve a beautiful woman like Li Meng? Do you have the money to give Li Meng the life she wants? You're just a table-wiping guy!" "You dishwashing loser, have you even realized your true nature? Brother? Bah! I only called you brother to get close to Li Meng."

Qin Ming said stubbornly, "Li Meng, I'm your boyfriend."

Li Meng said contemptuously, "Yeah, I used to think you were pretty handsome, and I was blinded by love. Ever since I saw you washing cars, working as a doorman, washing dishes—those lowly jobs—I've found you disgusting. You're only fit to be a doorman, and you dare to be my boyfriend? You don't feel ashamed, but I do."

Doorman material?

These harsh words were like a sword piercing Qin Ming's heart, shattering his last hope.

At this moment, some students who had joined in the fun mocked, "Indeed, you can't blame someone for falling in love with someone else just because you don't have the means, right? What era are we living in? Free love is normal, everyone has the right to choose."

Someone else sympathized, "If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for not having money. If you had money to buy an iPhone, your girlfriend wouldn't have run away, right?"

Others advised, "Brother, if you want to make a living, you have to be a little cuckolded."

"If you don't have money, just be a bachelor, masturbate is enough, why should you stop a girl from finding her own happiness?"

Yang Wei was pleasantly surprised that the people around him were actually speaking up for him. That's true, in this era, people laugh at poverty but not at prostitution.

He burst into laughter: "That's right, your lack of money is your original sin. How much can you earn by washing dishes part-time? Li Meng made the right choice to leave you in time. My family is rich; I can

give Li Meng everything she wants. Can you?" Li Meng retorted disdainfully, "I originally wanted to make things work out and save you some face, but now it's unnecessary. Get the hell out of

here, you worthless loser." Qin Ming felt a sharp, piercing pain in his heart. Although his family was poor, he worked day and night doing part-time jobs to buy Li Meng the things she liked. Over two years, he had spent at least 20,000 yuan on her.

And what was the result?

Li Meng enjoyed herself, climbed to a higher branch, and dumped him.

As for his fellow villager Yang Wei, he had been bullied by the villagers since childhood, and Qin Ming had always taken care of him, acting as his follower. But after going to university, Yang Wei changed.

Qin Ming never expected him to become so despicable, stealing his brother's girlfriend!

"Hmph... Hehehe..." Qin Ming was deeply shocked, shaking his head, giving up on the two of them.

Tears welled in his eyes, and he said in utter despair, "Li Meng, do you love money that much? Have you never loved me?"

Li Meng snorted, "Yes, I love money. If you had money, I wouldn't leave you. But do you? I've been with you for two years, and you have nothing. You've dragged me down for two years, ah, two years of my youth, I truly regret it to the core."

Yang Wei hugged Li Meng and said arrogantly, "What? Qin Ming, it's Li Meng's freedom to love whomever she wants. You're an educated man, you know that freedom is every citizen's right, right? We're from the same hometown, I advise you to stop trying to take advantage of Li Meng." " Watch out, or I'll turn on you. Don't forget your dad works as a warehouse manager at my family's shop! One phone call from me and he'll be out of a job."

Li Meng gave Yang Wei another affectionate kiss and said, "Wei, you're so manly. I knew I didn't choose the wrong person."

Just as the two were about to leave, Qin Ming suddenly shouted, "Wait! There's still one debt to settle."

Everyone thought the party was over, but Qin Ming was actually going to retaliate? But how could a lowly dishwasher like him fight back against someone whose new boyfriend was so powerful and rich?

Qin Ming took a deep breath, his eyes no longer confused and hesitant, but resolute.

He said coldly, "Fine, since we've broken up, I still have to pay for yesterday's breakup sex, so you won't say you're sorry for your two years of youth."

With that, Qin Ming took out a fifty-yuan note and threw it on the ground.

"What do you mean?"

"Fifty yuan as a breakup fee?"

"The cheapest breakup fee in history has been born."

"Is this guy kidding me? Did he get dumped and suffer some kind of shock?"

Hearing the laughter of the others, Li Meng became even more arrogant, and said disdainfully, "Tsk tsk, you only have fifty yuan on you, you're not even worth as much as a dishwasher, and you call that a breakup fee? That's hilarious, I'd give you a hundred yuan if I had to, as a way of taking pity on you."

Qin Ming said in a deep voice, "Don't misunderstand, this isn't a breakup fee, it's the cost of our sex last night. We've been together for two years, 730 days. I have a strong libido, so I slept with you about four times a week, and I've spent about 20,000 yuan on you. Roughly speaking, it's about 48 yuan per time, which I think is quite a bargain. This fifty yuan is for that one time last night, and the remaining two yuan is a tip."

Silence. Actually, there were more than twenty people watching in the cafeteria.

They were all just there for the spectacle, but when they suddenly heard Qin Ming's unusually unconventional price for a breakup hookup, they were stunned.

After a moment of silence, the entire cafeteria erupted in laughter.

"Pfft, hahaha..."

"This is unbeatable! 48 yuan a time, you can't even get that for 480 outside, hahaha."

"So cheap, tsk tsk."

"At this rate, I think this guy is getting a steal."

"Four times a week, my god, only 48 yuan a time, boohoo, beautiful, let's add each other on WeChat."

"48 yuan a night? Give me a year's supply."

Li Meng's face was extremely pale, alternating between ashen and white. She was so angry that her chest trembled. For a moment, she didn't know what to say because she couldn't refute this fact.

She was terrified. These words were like a dragon-slaying sword, leaving her utterly humiliated. She wished she could turn back time and escape before Qin Ming said those words.

She pointed at Qin Ming and stammered, "You, you... Qin Ming, you loser!!! You remember this, I, I... Awei, where are you going? Wait for me!"

Yang Wei had no face to stay there and quickly left, lest he also be ridiculed as a "washed-up shoe" (

a derogatory term for someone who picks up used goods). Qin Ming watched the two leave. He had won this breakup farce, but he wasn't happy at all.

Heartbroken, Qin Ming had no mood to work. He left the cafeteria and sat listlessly by the roadside on the university campus.

Just as Qin Ming was feeling depressed, he was suddenly surrounded by two imposing men in black.

Qin Ming was startled. He looked back and saw that there was no one else behind him; the target was indeed him.

He nervously took a step back and said, "I don't think I know you. Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"

The man took out a photo, looked at it, then looked at Qin Ming and said, "Mr. Qin, our boss invites you."

"Who is your boss? And what is it?" Qin Ming asked defiantly.

The man in black shook his head and said, "We're only responsible for inviting you; we know nothing else. Please rest assured, Mr. Qin, we don't do anything illegal. If you don't have the guts to get in the car, we won't force you."

He then politely gestured for Qin Ming to proceed. Qin Ming saw the door of a long Mercedes-Benz parked by the roadside open.

Qin Ming suddenly chuckled, "I've lost my girlfriend, and I'm so poor I only have guts left. What could you possibly want?"

Soon, through the car window, Qin Ming saw the car arrive at Yunshan Villa, the most exclusive luxury villa district in Guangcheng. The car drove all the way to the very top villa.

Qin Ming swallowed hard. How rich must one be to live here?

Qin Ming got out of the car, looking at the high metal railings, the retro layout, the bronze gate, and the two Pixiu statues. He never imagined he would have the opportunity to set foot in such a wealthy place.

"Mr. Qin, please," the man in the black suit said politely.

Qin Ming took a deep breath. What's meant to be will be; he couldn't avoid it.

He decided to go inside. Inside the villa atop Yunshan Mountain, words like "magnificent" and "splendid" failed to describe its luxury. Antiques and artifacts were everywhere, and famous paintings from China and abroad were displayed

. Such extravagance meant that even a single tile on the floor might cost Qin Ming a month's salary. Lost in thought, Qin Ming entered the study. It was simply furnished, with a row of bookshelves and a row of specimen heads of hunted animals. Beyond the flower arrangement on the round table in front of him sat an elderly man, looking like a candle flickering in the wind.

The old man was reclining in his chair, eyes closed in meditation.

Behind him stood several bodyguards in black and a young, beautiful female secretary.

Qin Ming frowned and said, "Who is this person? Why does he look so familiar?"

Suddenly, the old man opened his

eyes and said, "Qin Ming, you're still doing so poorly. What? Have you forgotten me?" Suddenly, Qin Ming recalled that two years ago, he saved a man who was attempting suicide while delivering food on a rainy day. After looking closely, he realized that it was this old man in front of him.

It was during his first summer vacation in college, and Qin Ming, adhering to the principle of seeing a rescue through to the end, had taken care of the man in the hospital for a while, so he remembered him vividly.

"Ah! I remember now, it's you." Qin Ming suddenly stood up, pointing at the other man, and said, "The uncle who was diagnosed with a terminal illness two years ago and drove his Rolls-Royce to the river to commit suicide, your name is Chang... Chang Hongxi, right?"

"Hehe, that's right, it's me." Chang Hongxi smiled reassuringly, "We meet again."

Qin Ming walked closer and looked at him, saying, "Wait a minute, uncle, how come you've aged so much? Weren't you only in your fifties? You look almost seventy."

Chang Hongxi casually said, "It's just a side effect of chemotherapy for cancer. No matter how capable I am, I can't escape birth, aging, sickness, and death."

Qin Ming's face darkened; he didn't know how to comfort someone suffering from illness.

Chang Hongxi said, "I don't have time anymore, kid. I promised you I would repay you, and today is the day I do. Sign this document, and you will have everything I have."

As soon as he finished speaking, his young and beautiful female secretary took out an inheritance agreement and handed it to Qin Ming.

"Huh? Inherit my estate?" Qin Ming felt it was unreal; it was like a dream.

He said, bewildered, "Are you serious? Even if your wife cheated on you, and you have a terminal illness, we're not related, so you don't have to give me all your estate, do you? Don't you have several children?"

Chang Hongxi suddenly trembled with excitement and said in a somber voice, "My three sons and two daughters aren't mine, none of them are my children..."

Qin Ming fell silent. This old man was truly unlucky; he only discovered he was being cuckolded in his old age.

Chang Hongxi continued, "I spent two years secretly taking back everything they took from me. Unfortunately, my time is coming, and the vast business empire I've built needs someone to take over. I still owe you a favor. If you're willing, you can inherit everything I have. If you're not, you can take a sum of money and leave."

This sudden windfall was even better than winning the lottery, all because of a good deed he did two years ago.

But Qin Ming wasn't stupid. Inheriting Chang Hongxi's wealth also meant inheriting his enemies and troubles. These days, people who resent the rich are everywhere.

However, Qin Ming didn't hesitate. He wasn't going to be coy. He needed money. With money, his family could live a good life. With money, he wouldn't be looked down upon. With money, he wouldn't be a pile of mud at the bottom of the earth, no longer a worthless loser.

Qin Ming signed his name and pressed his thumbprint.

Chang Hongxi said to his female secretary, who was tidying up the inheritance agreement, "Song Ying, from now on, Qin Ming is your young master."

Song Ying looked at Qin Ming seriously and bowed respectfully, saying, "Young master, Song Ying will be your most loyal personal secretary from this moment on."

Qin Ming quickly said, "Eh? My secretary? Song Ying, right? Actually, I... I'm just an ordinary college student. Please take good care of me from now on."

Song Ying smiled slightly and said politely, "Yes, young master, you are truly humble."

At this moment, Chang Hongxi extended his hand, as if beckoning to Qin Ming. Qin Ming, filled with gratitude, quickly stepped forward, half-squatting beside the chair, looking up at the man who had given him so much wealth.

Chang Hongxi gently stroked Qin Ming's head and said, "Remember, my name is Chang Hongxi, an overseas Chinese. Two years ago, during that month when I was wallowing in self-pity, it was thanks to your meticulous care that I was able to pull myself together. I, Chang Hongxi, am a hero in life and a ghost in death; I can be knocked down, but I will never be defeated. You and I were complete strangers, but I give you everything I have, firstly to repay your kindness, and secondly... I am very lonely; I have no close relatives, not even friends. You have inherited everything from me; I hope you will not follow my old path."

Qin Ming's heart stirred, deeply moved. This Chang Hongxi was even more miserable than the emperors of ancient times—not only was he all alone, but he had also been cuckolded.

Suddenly, his nose stung with tears, a pang of sympathy for the old man with the green hat. He replied, "I understand, Godfather."

Chang Hongxi grinned, "Sweet talker. But the doctor said I should have another six months. Since you signed the agreement, that means you have six months to familiarize yourself with the inheritance you're going to receive. If anything's unclear, Song Ying will tell you. I have to rush to England for an important meeting tonight. Take me to the helipad."

Qin Ming responded. Since he had called him Godfather, he had to fulfill his responsibilities as an adopted son. He pushed the wheelchair to the helicopter outside the villa estate.

After seeing Chang Hongxi off, Qin Ming returned to the magnificent villa, touching Van Gogh's paintings, hugging the porcelain unearthed from the Ming Dynasty, and finally collapsing onto the rhinoceros leather sofa, gazing at the crystal chandelier reminiscent of the British royal family. He felt incredibly good, enjoying himself more than ever before in his life.

Qin Ming was still a little confused and asked, "Song Ying, tell me, is all of this true?"

Song Ying placed her hands below her abdomen, bowed slightly, and said, "Yes, young master, you have inherited all of your assets. Everything here is yours."

Qin Ming turned around in confusion and asked, "Song Ying, are you also part of the assets? Shouldn't it be a superior-subordinate relationship these days? Did you sign a contract of servitude?"

Song Ying respectfully replied, "It means exactly what it says. I am the personal secretary chosen by the master for you, young master. For this purpose, I was selected from the training camp and received two extra years of training."

Qin Ming's heart skipped a beat. Selected from the training camp?

Qin Ming sized up this young and beautiful secretary. She was tall, curvaceous, and stunningly beautiful, far surpassing Li Meng in beauty.

Qin Ming was momentarily stunned, but quickly regained his composure, thinking, "Even in business attire, she exudes even more charm. She's truly beautiful. However, staring at her body for so long is impolite; I must remain restrained and not appear too uncouth."

The beautiful secretary was also slightly surprised. She had met many powerful figures, most of whom were captivated by her stunning beauty. Yet this young man in his early twenties, full of youthful vigor, was only slightly stunned by her. Such composure immediately made her feel a greater sense of goodwill towards Qin Ming.

She felt that Qin Ming was different from other men.

Qin Ming looked at Song Ying, thinking that if he took Song Ying back and appeared before Li Meng, given Song Ying's beauty, the scene would be enough to drive her insane with jealousy.

But then he felt that doing so would be too tasteless. He had become a super-rich man; why would he engage in that kind of low-level face-slapping scene from an urban novel?

Yet, the thought of being betrayed after two years of emotional investment still weighed heavily on Qin Ming's conscience.

Seeing the gloom on Qin Ming's face, Song Ying asked curiously, "Young Master, what's troubling you? Can I help?"

Qin Ming shook his head and sighed, "Nothing, it's just that my girlfriend ran off with a rich man this afternoon, and I'm furious."

Song Ying asked, puzzled, "Young Master, you're already incredibly wealthy. What woman can't you have? As long as she knows your current status and value, she'll definitely come back to you."

Qin Ming smiled calmly, "I don't want to end up like my godfather. Song Ying, do you know what love is?"

Song Ying blushed and replied, "Making...love? It's when a man and woman take off their clothes and come together."

"..." Qin Ming's face darkened. Did this young female secretary lack some basic common sense?

He shook his head and said, "Forget it, it's all in the past. Let's not think about these useless things. By the way, Song Ying, how much money will I inherit from my godfather?"

Hearing that it was a business inquiry, Song Ying immediately grabbed a tablet from the car and said while flipping through reports, "I'm very sorry, young master, because of some overseas business, the administrative staff there haven't submitted the data to me yet, so I can't fully compile the information. But according to the data I currently have, the profitable companies in China, large and small, had a net profit of..." "Profits are approximately $34.5 billion. As for total assets, due to insufficient data, a precise estimate is not yet available."

Qin Ming exclaimed, "That much in just one quarter?"

Song Ying smiled sweetly and said, "Yes, young master, you are that rich."

Qin Ming joked, "Song Ying, I have so much money, do you think I should go back to university?"

Song Ying tilted her head and said, "Young master, if you don't eat, you'll be hungry; if you don't study, you'll be foolish. Young master possesses a humble character and should become a person of great wisdom."

Qin Ming's heart stirred; this female secretary seemed extraordinary, her words striking a chord with him.

Yes, so what if you're rich? Even with money, you still need to study. He understood the principle of living off one's wealth; only by improving one's own abilities could one safeguard one's riches.

Qin Ming clenched his fist: "Alright, to forget my heartbreak as soon as possible, I'll study hard. Okay, Song Ying, take me back to school. Oh, by the way, transfer 500,000 yuan to my card while you're at it."

"Yes, young master." Song Ying smiled slightly, bowed, and saw Qin Ming out to his car.

"Xiao Ming, where are you working part-time? Calculus class is about to start, and if Old He doesn't see you, he'll take attendance and you'll fail. By the way, I got your textbook for you, just come to classroom 602."

Qin Ming had just gotten out of the Mercedes when he saw his roommate Zhao Liniu texting him.

Qin Ming had no choice but to run as fast as he could towards the teaching building.

But when he arrived at the classroom, he was still late. He stood at the door and shouted, "Teacher, I'm late!"

But Old He, the teacher, didn't even acknowledge Qin Ming at the door. He continued solving the problem for a full minute, then clapped his hands, glanced sideways at Qin Ming, who was standing there sweating.

The atmosphere was incredibly awkward, with the other students either pitying him, mocking him, or remaining expressionless.

Old He said disapprovingly, "Qin Ming, did you come to university to work or to study? If you prefer working, you should drop out and get a job. Labor is honorable; washing dishes in the cafeteria isn't shameful."

"Look at you, you even forgot to change out of your work clothes."

"Look at you, coming to my advanced mathematics class without even bringing your textbook! Are you some kind of prodigy?"

Old He's barrage of angry questions nearly froze the air; anyone could see he was furious.

Qin Ming dared not argue. He was late, he was in the wrong, he had done something wrong, so he had to stand there and accept the scolding.

However, at that moment, two more people entered through the door. It was Yang Wei and Li Meng,

from the same class.

Yang Wei and Li Meng's hearts skipped a beat when they saw Qin Ming. They wanted to tease him about why he was still wearing his cafeteria work clothes, but since they were in a classroom, they obediently said, "Excuse me, teacher, we're late."

Old He frowned, waved his hand dismissively, and said, "Go in. Be careful next time."

He Qiu, as an older teacher, was particularly snobbish. He made an exception for Yang Wei because Yang Wei was from a wealthy family; Yang Wei had given He Qiu some gifts when he failed a course last time, and He Qiu had taken special care of him.

Such favoritism was truly eye-opening. Qin Ming had expected Yang Wei and Li Meng to be questioned as well, but surprisingly, they weren't.

He said indignantly, "Report! Yang Wei and Li Meng can come in, can I come in too?"

Yang Wei, who had just sat down, seized the opportunity and mocked, "What? Weren't you going to work? You're all dressed up, we can award you a 'Workaholic' title."

"Hahaha..." Some people burst into laughter.

Li Meng pressed her advantage, saying, "Ouch! Where's that sour smell coming from? Tsk, it smells just like the rotten food bucket in the cafeteria, where's it coming from?"

Hearing this, someone actually pinched their nose and said disdainfully, "Tsk, Qin Ming, didn't you wash up before coming to class? One rotten apple spoils the whole class."

Li Meng grinned smugly, finally getting her chance for revenge. At lunchtime, she'd been accused of being cheap and good value for money in the cafeteria, making her look bad. Luckily, the cafeteria wasn't too crowded, and she didn't know many people there, otherwise her reputation would have been ruined.

Li Meng thought to herself, "How could I have ever fallen for a pretty boy like you? Humph, all that's good for you is your penis, what good is money? Why should a beauty like me suffer with you? Look at you, you smell like rotten vegetables, who wouldn't be disgusted by you? Aren't you ashamed?"

He Qiu said discontentedly, "Look at you, ruining the whole class. Come up here and solve this linear algebra problem on the blackboard, then you can stay and attend class. Otherwise, go back and wash off your sour smell before you come back." Qin Ming

bit his lip, feeling extremely suppressed. Why? Why were Yang Wei and Li Meng late but not punished at all, while he had to do a problem before class? Hadn't he paid his tuition?

Even though I'm poor, I paid my tuition in full, okay?

But this is a school; which student dares to easily challenge the teacher's authority? A bad demerit, expulsion—that's no joke.

Qin Ming walked to the podium, looking at the linear algebra problem on the blackboard: finding the range of values.

Many people struggle with advanced mathematics in university, and failing grades are common. People like Yang Wei and Li Meng are examples of this; they barely passed by bribing their way through.

Yang Wei even boasted to Qin Ming that in this society, there's nothing money can't solve.

He Qiu stood to the side, confident of victory, thinking, "Hmph, this is today's new material. You, a poor student obsessed with part-time jobs, would never have studied it beforehand. Tsk, I can smell this stench from so far away, it's awful."

Some classmates behind him asked curiously, "New material, huh? Can Qin Ming do it? He's usually pretty good."

Yang Wei scoffed, "He can't do it! Lately, to buy Li Meng a phone, he's been working three jobs a day: one in the cafeteria at noon, one delivering food in the evening, and one working as a doorman at a bar at night. Does he have time to study?"

Li Meng also mocked, "He definitely can't solve it. Teacher He should kick him out. He's truly shameless. Does someone as poor as him deserve to be in the same classroom as people like us?"

Zhao Liniu, Qin Ming's roommate, complained, "Li Meng, what's wrong with you? Aren't you Xiao Ming's girlfriend? Why are you and Yang Wei acting like this?"

Li Meng retorted sharply, "We broke up. This loser doesn't deserve me. He's only fit to be a doorman and wash dishes."

"Wow!"

Suddenly, the other students exclaimed in surprise. On the blackboard, Qin Ming, holding a marker, quickly wrote down the solution formula, drew the model, used analytic geometry, expressed it numerically using linear algebra, and finally calculated the spatial value of the variable.

The solution was so detailed that He Qiu was dumbfounded.

Having been a teacher for so many years, he could tell at a glance that Qin Ming was usually very diligent. After

Qin Ming finished solving the problem, seeing He Qiu's shocked expression, the admiring eyes of his classmates, and Yang Wei's disgusted expression, Qin Ming vented a lot of his suppressed anger.

Qin Ming sneered inwardly, "Trying to make things difficult for me? Do you really think I've wasted all those years of schooling?"

He Qiu had no choice. He had agreed that if Qin Ming could solve the problem, he would let him stay for class. He waved his hand impatiently and said, "Find a seat yourself, but if you're late again, you'll lose credits."

Qin Ming naturally sat with his three roommates.

Zhao Liniu gave a thumbs up and said, "Wow, brother, this is your book, I brought it for you."

Liang Shaoyong also praised, "You work so many jobs and still have time to read, I admire you."

Sun Zhipeng added, "But, Xiaoming, why didn't you change your clothes? You haven't been around all noon. And when did you break up with Li Meng? Weren't you two together for two years?"

When Qin Ming recounted the breakup at noon, his three roommates all sided with him. Although Qin Ming was poor, he worked three jobs a day to buy Li Meng the latest iPhone, which was no easy feat. And

Li Meng ended up with that rich second-generation Yang Wei.

Yang Wei was so unethical; they were from the same hometown, went to the same university, both in economics, and he ended up hooking up with his brother's girlfriend.

The three roommates snorted in unison, "What a pair of scoundrels! Xiaoming, don't take it to heart. A man's ambition lies in all directions; there are plenty of fish in the sea. I'll introduce you to someone better later."

Qin Ming was grateful for his brothers' reassurance. He calmly said, "I know, life goes on. What's past is past. I won't stagnate."

The afternoon classes passed quickly. He Qiu left immediately after finishing his lecture, while the other students had their own activities.

Zhao Liniu, Sun Zhipeng, and Liang Shaoyong also went back to their dorm to do their live streams.

Qin Ming pondered how to explain to the takeout shop owner that he was quitting. They had agreed to work for at least two months, and it wouldn't be fair to the takeout shop if he suddenly left.

At this moment, Li Meng deliberately clung to Yang Wei, loudly saying, "Honey, get up! Where are we going to eat later? Seriously, I've been disgusted by the stench all afternoon."

Her voice was particularly loud and sweet; Li Meng used to talk to Qin Ming like that.

Who told Yang Wei to be so rich? He was decked out in Burberry, sporting a gold watch, and had an Audi keychain casually hanging from his waist, as if afraid no one would notice—a blatant display of wealth.

Qin Ming looked dejected, too lazy to deal with it, and got up to leave.

Li Meng, who had been watching, saw an opportunity and loudly mocked, "Hey, Qin Ming, why are you standing up? Are you out of your mind? We've already broken up. When I call you 'darling,' I'm calling for Awei, not you. What's the big deal? Seriously, the stench of this rotten food has been nauseating me all afternoon."

Some of the classmates who hadn't left yet found it amusing, because Li Meng used to always grab Qin Ming and call him "darling" as soon as class ended, then they'd go out to eat together, inseparable.

Now it was someone else, and Qin Ming seemed oblivious, misinterpreting her feelings.

Seeing Li Meng like this made Qin Ming even more disgusted. Did she think he wouldn't be satisfied unless she was disgusting him?

Qin Ming wasn't someone to be trifled with; if you messed with me, don't blame me for being ruthless.

He said with a pained expression, "Yang Wei, we're from the same hometown. I've broken up with Li Meng. I hope you'll treat her well, after all, I loved her."

The classmates were shocked. Why was Qin Ming suddenly acting so pathetic? And so pathetically so pathetic.

One classmate scoffed, "Ha, coward, still licking his boots after being dumped?"

Zhao Fugui mocked, "A real man should find a prettier girlfriend, what a tasteless loser."

Yang Wei, however, was smug and snorted, "Nonsense, Li Meng making the right choice by following me, what good life would she have with a poor wretch like you?"

Qin Ming said sadly, "Li Meng likes to sleep naked, and she's prone to catching a cold at night, so you need to get used to covering her with a blanket. Also, when you're doing it, you need to pay attention to her health. Oh, right, today is the 8th, she's on her period, so she's not feeling well. She used to use her mouth on me, and if she used too much force and her throat got sore, I usually bought her mint-flavored throat lozenges. Also... although this car is well-maintained, the exhaust is black, indicating serious oil burning. The engine was at its peak, but it's severely seizing cylinders. After thirty minutes, water comes out of the exhaust and sprays directly into the cylinders."

Qin Ming went on and on, even using internet jokes at the end, leaving everyone bewildered.

"Go to hell!" Li Meng trembled all over upon hearing this, grabbed a book and threw it at him. This damned Qin Ming, he spilled all their past affairs, and he even had to tell Yang Wei. What if Yang Wei really looked down on her for being a slut?

Qin Ming's words immediately reversed the plot, and the classmates, who were just there to laugh, all burst into laughter.

"Haha, Li Meng, I never expected you to be this kind of person."

"Qin Ming, you're so bad."

"Tsk tsk, Yang Wei, you really didn't get a good deal on this used car."

Yang Wei was incredibly annoyed. This was the second time today, and he was almost being labeled a gold digger. But he had just started dating Li Meng; he couldn't possibly break up with her right away. He'd spent over ten thousand yuan, and now they were breaking up without even having sex?

Yang Wei threatened, embarrassed and angry, "Shut up, Qin Ming! I'm warning you, I have plenty of money. If you mess with my girlfriend again, even if you're from the same hometown, I won't let you off the hook. We'll see."

Qin Ming snorted coldly, "Who's messing with whom? I'm not someone to be trifled with either."

Qin Ming quit his part-time job; he would no longer deliver food or work as a doorman at the bar in the evenings.

He also ordered takeout to take home; that would be his meal for tonight.

Just as Qin Ming finished paying with his phone, he received a text message—a group message from his badminton club.

"Everyone, assemble at Qinlou immediately! Someone's treating us to a big meal."

Qinlou is an independent restaurant within the Huazhong University of Science and Technology, known for its upscale prices. It's where university leaders are entertained, and students occasionally dine there for a treat.

The group of ten members cheered and lauded their club president's awesomeness.

Only Qin Ming replied directly, "President, I have something to do tonight, I can't come."

He felt awkward attending these gatherings because he was poor. In the badminton club, he had no sportswear, no racket, and was just the number one person responsible for picking up shuttlecocks, cleaning the court, and buying water—a very low-ranking member. In the past, he was always the one serving tea and water at club gatherings.

But back then, he'd go even if it meant free food and drinks, saving money to buy lipstick for Li Meng.

Now it was different; he had money and didn't need to suffer anymore.

However, in the club's group chat, Zhang Qingqing immediately flew into a rage: "Qin Ming, what do you mean? I told you to come, so hurry up and get here! There are so many people, aren't you supposed to be taking care of them? You're not satisfied with just eating and drinking for free? You have five minutes to get there, or you'll regret it!"

Qin Ming smiled dismissively, too lazy to pay any attention.

But, after taking a few steps, Qin Ming coincidentally bumped into Zhang Qingqing and the other girls from the badminton club.

Only then did Qin Ming realize that this road was the very road leading to Qin Lou—what a coincidence!

Upon seeing Qin Ming, Zhang Qingqing exclaimed, "Wow, you're here so fast? Why are you still wearing your cafeteria work clothes? Ugh, they're filthy and smell terrible."

Qin Ming was genuinely exasperated. He had classes all afternoon; how could he change?

He replied, "I rushed over as soon as I heard your message. I didn't have time to change."

Hearing this, Zhang Qingqing's anger subsided, and she said with satisfaction, "Hmm, good thing you're obedient. When have I, Zhang Qingqing, ever mistreated any club member? Every time you come out with us for food and drinks, have I ever asked you for money? Here, help me with my bag. It's an LV bag; don't get it dirty."

As she spoke, several girls next to Zhang Qingqing tossed their bags to Qin Ming to carry.

Qin Ming was forced to accept the bags and was about to lash out, vowing never to carry Zhang Qingqing's bags again.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance wafted over. Nie Haitang, the only girl in the badminton club he was on good terms with, was watching him with a smile from behind.

Nie Haitang is a sophomore in the business school. She's pure and beautiful, a true campus belle, even prettier than many TV actresses. It's said that she has many suitors, even from other universities.

Nie Haitang giggled, a smile that could charm countless men, and said, "Qin Ming, why can't you ever refuse Qingqing? You always carry her bag."

"I'm used to it," Qin Ming smiled helplessly. He used to freeload off her, so how could he refuse? He had wanted to refuse just now, but Zhang Qingqing had already walked away.

Nie Haitang said, "What's going on tonight? Something really important, let me tell you, business is business."

The important thing tonight, of course, was doing homework! That damned Old He, he assigned a mountain of advanced calculus problems.

Seeing Nie Haitang, Qin Ming felt inexplicably cheerful, and the gloom of his heartbreak lessened considerably. He simply said, "Seeing you makes me want to go again."

Nie Haitang blushed and huffed, "Sweet talker, you have a girlfriend, why are you flirting with me?"

Qin Ming's face darkened; "She dumped me and got together with a rich second-generation guy from my hometown. We broke up."

Thinking of Li Meng, Qin Ming's heartbreak was like a bursting period, unstoppable.

He and Li Meng had been together for two years, and he had truly given his heart, but unfortunately, his sincerity had been wasted. Sadness welled up in his eyes.

Nie Haitang raised an eyebrow. She could see Qin Ming's sadness. Just as she was about to ask a few more questions, Zhang Qingqing called out, "Xiaotang, why aren't you here yet? Tsk, Qin Ming, stop bothering our Xiaotang all day long. Don't you know who you are? Are you just asking for trouble? Alright, Xiaotang, let him carry the bag, let's go."

Fearing they would be late, Zhang Qingqing dragged Nie Haitang away, and Qin Ming carried another bag.

He shook his head. Since he was already there, he might as well make the best of it. He'd be participating in badminton club activities anyway, so it was better to keep his current wealth hidden for peace and convenience.

Qin Lou, a private VIP room with two large tables, was bustling with activity.

Zhang Qingqing had settled everyone in,

then stood up and gestured for the club members around her to quiet down. Zhang Qingqing looked completely satisfied; she thoroughly enjoyed this feeling of being superior.

But then she paused, wondering why Nie Haitang was sitting next to Qin Ming, and Qin Ming's cafeteria uniform was quite an eyesore.

She frowned and said, "Xiao Tang, sit here."

Nie Haitang replied nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter where I sit. The guy coming down is a handsome young man, right? I won't steal your thunder."

Zhang Qingqing thought to herself, "That's true. I really like the guy coming down. Nie Fengqing is so beautiful; it's better to let her keep a low profile. She's truly my best friend."

A little while later, a well-dressed young man arrived. The sight of him holding an Audi car key immediately attracted attention.

The wealthy young man announced loudly, "Hello everyone, I'm Zhao Tuo from the School of Electrical Engineering. I lost to Zhang Qingqing in badminton, and well, a man's a bet is a bet, so I'm treating you all to dinner. Order whatever you like, and drink whatever you want, it's on me."

"Great!" Everyone cheered, expressing their gratitude. Qin Lou's food was expensive and delicious, and of course everyone was happy to be treated.

However, Zhang Qingqing immediately grabbed Zhao Tuo's hand and said, "Tsk tsk, Zhao Tuo, what's that in your hand? You bought a car? An Audi?"

Zhao Tuo was secretly delighted and said casually, "Yes, a brand new Audi A6. I originally wanted to keep a low profile and buy an A4, but the dealership said it would take a month for the A6 to be available. So I couldn't keep a low profile. Hahaha."

Zhang Qingqing's eyes lit up and she said, "Wow, you have to take me for a drive later."

Zhao Tuo agreed wholeheartedly. Wasn't he buying this Audi just to show off? He had wanted to woo Zhang Qingqing for a long time, but Zhang Qingqing had high standards and wouldn't budge without spending a lot of money.

He deliberately lost the badminton game to get an excuse to treat everyone, then showed off his new car, giving Zhang Qingqing face and satisfying his own vanity. Wouldn't that leave Zhang Qingqing completely bewildered?

Zhao Tuo had just sat down when he suddenly wrinkled his nose, puzzled, "What's going on? Why does this VIP room smell like spoiled food?"

Everyone turned to look at Qin Ming, because he hadn't changed his clothes since noon, and the smell was really strong. Didn't they notice that everyone except Nie Haitang kept a distance of two body lengths from Qin Ming?

They claimed that he was the serving area, but actually, they were avoiding him.

"Who is he?" Zhao Tuo asked, puzzled, "A waiter? Your club has waiters? That's so low-class!"

Zhang Qingqing blushed, feeling incredibly embarrassed. She hadn't expected Qin Ming's clothes to smell so bad. If Zhao Tuo thought everyone she knew was poor and shabby, she would be looked down upon. If she wanted to establish a romantic relationship with Zhao Tuo in the future, she would become vulnerable and even be looked down upon.

Zhang Qingqing was also angry and scolded, "Qin Ming, what's wrong with you? You smell awful and still have the nerve to freeload here. Go wash yourself clean before you come back."

Qin Ming was speechless. He had said from the beginning that he wasn't coming, but she insisted that he carry her bag to show off her noble status, and now she was complaining about him.

He remained silent and got up to leave.

After Qin Ming went out, he grumbled, "What bad luck, I even threw away the takeout I had packed. What a waste of 12 yuan."

"Qin Ming... wait for me."

Qin Ming hadn't gone far when he heard someone call him from behind. It was Nie Haitang, who chased after him carrying her bag.

Qin Ming was surprised and asked, "Haitang, why aren't you eating?"

Nie Haitang pouted angrily and said, "I'm not happy, so I don't want to eat. There are no excuses."

Qin Ming knew that Nie Haitang was upset about being called over and then chased away, but he was used to it.

He said, "You don't have to be like this."

Nie Haitang didn't want to talk about it, and asked as they walked, "Let's not talk about that. Qin Ming, you really got dumped? I heard you worked three jobs a day for your girlfriend—washing dishes, working as a doorman, and delivering food—just to buy her a new iPhone. You were so sincere, how could she treat you like this?"

Qin Ming said sadly, "Everyone has their own ambitions. No amount of sincerity will help if she suffers with me. I don't blame her; after all, she's the woman I loved. I'm just angry at myself for making money so slowly. If I could earn more money, she would probably be happier ."

Nie Haitang looked at Qin Ming's profile, moved by his words. What a devoted man, even after being dumped, he wasn't cynical.

She reached out and patted Qin Ming's shoulder, tilting her head and smiling, saying, "Don't be discouraged, tomorrow will be better. I think you look really handsome working hard to buy your girlfriend a gift. In today's society, people laugh at poverty but not prostitution, you should keep your childlike heart. You will definitely succeed in the future."

Qin Ming felt much better after hearing Nie Haitang's encouragement. He let out a long sigh and said, "Alright, Miss Nie, you've given me some advice, I should repay your kindness. Haven't eaten yet? Let's go to Dengfenglou outside the university area, it's a Michelin three-star restaurant, the food is absolutely amazing."

Nie Haitang put her hands on her hips, looking charmingly scolding, and asked, "Tsk, so willing to spend money on me? You just broke up and you're already trying to pick me up? Men are such big pigs."

Qin Ming thought she was angry, and quickly explained, "Uh, no. I just wanted to find a restaurant that would be worthy of you, you know. Do you think I'd take you to a roadside stall? Your clothes are so expensive, wouldn't a roadside stall make you look bad?"

Nie Haitang looked at him ... Qin Ming explained nervously, giggling, "Alright, I was just teasing you. I don't care where we go, as long as it's cheap and clean, ah! Let's go..."

Just then, Nie Haitang's phone suddenly rang. She took out a brand new iPhone, saw the message, and her face immediately fell: "Oh no, Qingqing and the others are in trouble."

Qin Ming asked in surprise, "What could possibly happen to the club president and the others? Isn't Zhao Tuo supposed to be rich? Can't he pay the bill?"

Nie Haitang smiled helplessly and said, "It really is."

She pressed the WeChat voice call button, and Zhang Qingqing's anxious recording came through: "Xiaotang, you haven't gone far, have you? Come back quickly to help. That Zhao Tuo is such a waste. He was caught by his dad before it even started. It turns out he stole his dad's money to buy an Audi, and now he's been arrested. These two tables, and three bottles of 1992 Lafite wine, totaling 88,000 yuan, I dare not ask my family for any more money."

Listening to the voice message, Qin Ming felt that this kind of thing was really dramatic.

Zhao Tuo left, so Zhang Qingqing was the one who had to treat everyone, meaning the bill naturally fell on her shoulders. Although Zhang Qingqing came from a well-off family, suddenly producing 88,000 yuan would get her beaten to death by her family.

But these people spending 88,000 yuan on one meal was just too extravagant! They were practically treating Zhao Tuo like a lamb to the slaughter.

Nie Haitang and Qin Ming had no choice but to go back. In the VIP room, several security guards surrounded the badminton club students, giving them the impression that since they had ordered such expensive wine but couldn't pay, they shouldn't be leaving.

The two tables of steaming dishes remained untouched.

Zhang Qingqing, seeing Nie Haitang return, was overjoyed, as if seeing a savior. She rushed forward, crying and hugging Nie Haitang, "Xiaotang, you're finally here! Waaah… Lend me 88,000 yuan first, I'll pay you back slowly later."

Nie Haitang hugged her best friend, comforting her, "It's okay, I'm here. I'll pay the bill first, then we can all eat together."

Nie Haitang followed the lobby manager to the cashier, where she handed over a card.

Qin Ming, standing nearby, was quite surprised. He knew Nie Haitang was wealthy, but he hadn't expected her to be this wealthy, spending 88,000 yuan without a second thought.

However, after fiddling with the card for a while, the cashier said, "I'm sorry, miss, this card is frozen and can't be used."

Nie Haitang frowned and took out two more black cards from her bag.

The cashier fiddled with the card again, but still shook her head, "I'm sorry, miss, these two cards can't be used either."

Now Nie Haitang was flustered. She took out her phone, made a call, and went to the side to speak quietly.

The female manager, who had initially thought she could settle the bill, was now frustrated and couldn't help but mutter, "Tsk, these college students these days, if they don't have money, they shouldn't try to act rich. Ordering such expensive wine, in the end, it's their parents who suffer."

A waitress beside her chimed in, "That's right. The food wasn't expensive, just three bottles of '92 Lafite. I asked them if they wanted to wait a bit before opening it, but they insisted on opening it right away. Now they regret it, don't they? Why pretend to

be rich when you don't have money? It's embarrassing." The female manager glanced at Qin Ming beside her and exclaimed, "Hey? You're new here, right? What are you watching? Hurry up and clean room number 2, another VIP guest is coming soon."

Qin Ming was annoyed; his clothes were indeed a bit misunderstood.

However, seeing how anxious Nie Haitang seemed after making that phone call, he figured it was hopeless.

Nie Haitang came from a wealthy family, and the money came from her family; something must have happened.

He took out his bank card and said, "Excuse me, I'm not your employee. Please swipe my card."

The female manager immediately became dissatisfied: "Hey, are you messing with us? One rich and handsome guy left, and another rich and beautiful girl came in, but she's broke. How much money could you possibly have dressed like that?"

Qin Ming said impatiently, "You mean you're not taking the money?"

The female manager had seen many rich people, and looking at Qin Ming's country bumpkin-like waiter attire, she said disdainfully, "Ali, swipe it for him. Let's see if he can get eight hundred. Honestly, college students these days are a joke. They're all broke but pretend to be rich. Is it fun for them? Don't you know how to be down-to-earth? This is the superficiality of society..."

"Beep, payment successful."

Before the female manager could finish speaking, she heard the mechanical sound from the POS machine. She was completely stunned. Eighty-eight thousand? It was swiped?

The female manager, the waiter, and the cashier suddenly looked at Qin Ming with different expressions—shock, disbelief, and ambiguity.

This young college student, dressed so casually in a waiter's uniform, swiped his card for 88,000 yuan with a flick of his wrist, then nonchalantly put it back. The way he winked and pursed his lips was so handsome.

The cashier immediately approached Qin Ming with her phone: "Handsome, do you have WeChat?"

It seemed she wanted to add him on WeChat to make friends.

However, Qin Ming had just broken up with his girlfriend and wasn't interested, so he politely declined.

"Um, handsome, I'm so sorry," the female manager, experienced as she was, quickly apologized, slapping herself in the face. "I can't say anything nice, handsome, please don't take offense at someone as uncouth as me. You're a well-read college student, you're very knowledgeable, haha."

Qin Ming glanced at her and said, "Alright, tell that girl later that the machine data was delayed, but your card swipe was successful."

The female manager nodded vigorously.

Qin Ming didn't really want to help Zhang Qingqing, but he didn't want to see Nie Haitang struggling because of this small amount of money. She was now the hope of everyone in the badminton club and should shine like a goddess.

Among the many companies he inherited from Chang Hongxi, the first quarter profit was 34.5 billion, so 88,000 really wasn't much different from 88 cents.

Besides, Zhang Qingqing would repay Nie Haitang later, so he didn't mind that Nie Haitang got the 88,000 for nothing.

Nie Haitang returned after making the call, her fair face filled with seriousness. Obviously, she hadn't been able to handle the money matter. She was about to speak, "Um, right..."

The female manager quickly bowed and said, "Oh dear, miss, the machine malfunctioned just now. It turns out the card was swiped successfully, and the bill has been cleared. You can eat with peace of mind. We apologize for bothering you for so long. To express our apologies, we will bring each of you a dessert."

"Ah? But..."

Nie Haitang was puzzled. Her bank cards were frozen by her family, so how could there be such a delay?

She wanted to ask for clarification, but at this moment, Zhang Qingqing and the others came out.

Zhang Qingqing excitedly hugged Nie Haitang: "Xiaotang, my good sister, thank goodness for you. It's so great, you really have a way with things."

"Haitang is amazing!"

"Yeah, she's really rich."

"Don't you know? Miss Nie is a super-rich second-generation."

"Anyway, thanks to Haitang, we're saved!"

Nie Haitang was surrounded by people and led into the VIP room, while Qin Ming didn't go in.

What was the point of going in? What if Zhang Qingqing said, "You smell like rotten food, why haven't you washed up yet?" Was Qin Ming going to have a real-life showdown with her?

Qin Ming wanted to leave, but someone wouldn't let him.

Zhang Qingqing turned around and saw him. She immediately pushed through the crowd and called out, "Hey, Qin Ming, what are you still doing here? Are you so eager to freeload? Tsk, didn't I tell you to go back and wash up before coming back? Why are you still wearing the same clothes?"

Qin Ming sighed and said, "President, I'm leaving."

Zhang Qingqing said arrogantly, "Once you're here, don't leave. Humph, you're still a member of the badminton club. I mean, who's going to carry your bag if you leave? This feast today is all thanks to Xiao Tang. You'd better take good care of Xiao Tang later, understand?"

Qin Ming tilted his head. Take care of Nie Haitang? How?

The badminton club members got back into character, and while the food was still warm, they ate meat and drank wine heartily, and the atmosphere gradually became lively again.

Qin Ming also realized that the so-called "taking care of" was actually just helping Nie Haitang fend off drinks; whoever offered a toast, he would fend off theirs.

After one round of drinks, Qin Ming had drunk at least a bottle of Lafite red wine by himself.

He drank more and more, getting increasingly tipsy, as alcohol numbed his senses and allowed him to temporarily forget his heartbreak.

As he drank, Qin Ming started crying, and the more he cried, the more he drank, until he was drunk and fell asleep.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he rubbed his head and slowly woke up, finding himself lying on someone's lap, soft and with a faint fragrance.

"Huh, what happened? I'm actually drunk?" Qin Ming rubbed his brow, surprised, and said, "Just some red wine, and I'm drunk?"

Suddenly, a small finger lightly tapped Qin Ming's forehead, and Nie Haitang's charming voice rang out: "Because you're so clumsy! You refused every toast offered to you, including three bottles of the most expensive 1992 Lafite red wine and a bottle of high-proof Hennessy XO. It would be strange if you didn't get drunk."

Qin Ming exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? Those beasts Zhang Qingqing, how did they order so much alcohol?"

Nie Haitang stuck out her tongue and said, "Who knows? They probably originally wanted to fleece Zhao Tuo. But in the end, they ended up fleecing you."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming's eyes widened, and he became much more awake.

He looked up and first saw two well-developed breasts wrapped in a thin blue shirt, then Nie Haitang's long black hair hanging down, followed by her upside-down face.

So, he was lying on Nie Haitang's lap.

No wonder her legs were so soft, no wonder she smelled so good.

He immediately got up and looked around the VIP room. There was no one else there, only him and Nie Haitang. He was puzzled and said, "Haitang, why didn't you wake me up sooner? You could have notified my roommates."

Nie Haitang smiled, gesturing with her chin, and said, "Because I wanted to confirm if you paid the 88,000 yuan for me. My bank cards are frozen; I can't use them. It was just you and me then, so you paid, right?"

Qin Ming hadn't expected Nie Haitang to be so persistent and earnest. He had to admit it, saying, "I did. I didn't want their expectations of you to be disappointed. You deserve to live up to their expectations." Nie Haitang blushed

. So it was because of her that Qin Ming paid.

She covered her slightly nervous chest with her small hand and asked, "You...aren't you very poor? How do you have so much money?"

Qin Ming thought for a moment, then... (Follow the WeChat public account "Red-Clothed Literature" and reply with the number "179" to continue reading the exciting story!) Instead of directly stating that he had inherited a fortune, he lied, saying, "Did I forget my major? I'm a top student in economics, and I've had a lot of experience in finance. I've been trading stocks recently; Hongxing Technology has been rising for a month, and I just sold my shares today, making a profit of 100,000 yuan."

Nie Haitang asked, "You've done so much, yet they don't know you saved them."

Qin Ming smiled calmly, "I don't care. I just don't want to see you in such a difficult position."

Nie Haitang was overjoyed, happily biting her cherry lips, and said, "Don't worry, I'll remember your sacrifice. I'll pay you back as soon as Qingqing pays me back."

Qin Ming just smiled; he didn't care.

Actually, because of this, he felt it was worth it to have slept with his head on Nie Haitang's lap for several hours. After all,

Nie Haitang was one of the three most beautiful girls at their Huasheng University of Science and Technology; it was rare for boys to even exchange a few words with her.

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