3.2 Billion USD and Rugby Team

Wen Qiao was speechless.

That was all for He Qian’s benefit. Indeed, one couldn’t be too petty… she got her retribution in one hit!

“I wasn’t familiar with the place, that’s why I was a little… clingy…”

Before she finished her sentence, she was forcibly pulled into the room by the man, letting out a gasp that sounded a little forlorn.

Only after entering the entranceway did she realize that she was tricked.

This was a large suite with a living room and two bedrooms, not a room with one bed like he had told her.

She cast a mournful look at Fu Nanli. He removed his captain’s cap and placed it on the countertop at the entranceway, then unbuttoned his shirt, an indistinct smile at the corner of his lips.

Wen Qiao looked indignant.

Not funny at all.

Just as she was about to confront him, Fu Nanli whipped out his phone and started talking on it. Shifting the receiver a little away from himself, he said to her, “I need to attend to some matters. Take a rest first.”

Taking a seat on the sofa, she waited as the man stood before the French windows. He spoke English throughout. Wen Qiao indistinctly caught a few words like ‘rugby’, ‘team’, things like that.

Their room was on the 32th storey and the night scenery of Munich reflected its lights upon their French windows. The man’s captain uniform accentuated his figure—his broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs.

After half an hour on the phone, he walked over and said in a casual tone, “Bought a rugby team.”

Wen Qiao, who was drinking water, said, “What team?”

“Rugby team, it’s named after you. It’ll be called Qiao in the future…”

Wen Qiao’s pupils trembled. “How… how much?”

“3.2 billion…”

Wen Qiao’s hands trembled.

“USD.”

What?!

Wen Qiao couldn’t stop her hands from shaking, it was hard to resist the shriek from escaping her lips!

His tone was identical to hers when she said she bought a 32 yuan large watermelon at the supermarket!

“What virtues or abilities do I have for you to name a rugby team after me? How about…”

Ding dong. The doorbell rang, signalling the arrival of the room service. In the end, Wen Qiao didn’t get to finish her sentence.

The better Fu Nanli treated her, the more guilty she felt. Uncle Li’s words were swimming around in her mind.

Everyone is plotting something against him, eager to replace him.

Even now he was constantly surrounded by perils, standing in the center of the vortex of money and power all by himself. Yet here she was, the one who was the closest to him, weaving a web of lies every time she spoke to him…

Her heart indistinctly ached for him.

…

At the Wen family mansion, Wen Jianmin’s fury had lasted for two days. Of course Zhong Hui had to seize this opportunity to add insult to injury.

Wen Jianmin pressed his fingers against his temples, sounding both furious and helpless at the same time. “I will have the Finance department transfer the money to her tomorrow.”

Hearing this, Zhong Hui and Xu Lu’s hearts sank in unison. There were so many of them, yet they were no match for one Wen Qiao. They had suffered an utter defeat this time.

How could Zhong Hui take this lying down?

“Jianmin, are you really going to give her the money? How can you let that lass have whatever she demands for! Moreover, isn’t she reaching out for a yard after taking an inch? What if she keeps asking you for money? What are we to do then?”

Wen Jianmin said with gritted teeth, “That lass is one crazy wretch. If she really sends the court summons to my clients, my business will be greatly affected. I can’t let her continue to make trouble.”

“Then at least make her sign a document, making it clear that after you give her this money, there will be no next time. What happens if she gets addicted to extorting money from you and does it repeatedly, who can take it?”

Shaking with rage, Wen Jianmin declared, “Of course. In the future, that nest of nutcases will no longer have anything to do with me.”

A smile flickered across Xu Lu’s face. It might not be a bad thing for them to cut off their relationship for good with this two million yuan. After this, Wen Qiao’s connection with the upper class society would be completely severed.

That’s right, hold onto that two million yuan and live a contented life in your poverty-riddled world. Don’t come and bother us anymore!

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