Chen Yuhao was stunned. "You...you like him?"

"Yes! I like Ye Feng! He's a thousand times, ten thousand times better than you!" Qin Xiaoran's tears finally burst forth, but they carried a sense of relief.

Chen Yuhao's anger finally erupted. He pointed at Ye Feng and roared hysterically, "Him? A lousy security guard! What right does he have to compare himself to me! Can he give you a car? Can he give you a house?!"

Qin Xiaoran wiped away her tears, her eyes filled with disdain.

"I don't care!"

Chen Yuhao was trembling with anger. "You don't care? Then give back everything I gave you!"

"I threw them all away!" Qin Xiaoran answered without hesitation.

Chen Yuhao pulled a crumpled little notebook out of his pocket, which was filled with various numbers.

"It's okay if you throw it away, I'll remember it all!"

He opened the notebook, pointed to the records, and said bitterly, "This is the money for that meal, this is the money for the necklace I gave you, this is..."

The ledger clearly records the expenses for each meal and gift, accurate to two decimal places.

"That's three thousand two hundred and forty-five yuan and sixty cents in total! Plus the things I gave you, it's two thousand seven hundred and fifty-four yuan and forty cents! Don't even think about getting a penny back!"

Chen Yuhao proudly waved his small pulse.

"Trying to escape? No way!"

Qin Xiaoran was furious and wished she could snatch that ridiculous ledger and tear it to shreds.

She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.

She didn't want to get entangled with this man anymore; every second made her feel disgusted.

"Five thousand! That's enough!"

Qin Xiaoran gritted her teeth, took out five thousand yuan from her bag, and threw it in front of Chen Yuhao.

Chen Yuhao quickly picked up the money, counted it carefully twice, and then put it in his pocket.