Chapter 45 Is this your way of getting my attention?

"Ayue, do you know that you are actually my white moonlight..."

In the restaurant, Chanan took a couple of sips of wine and acted incredibly sad. "All those scandals I've been through lately, alas, are actually all Han Chuqing's fault..."

"It was Han Chuqing, that woman, who wanted to keep me by her side forever. She had someone set me up to lose my job and steal my money, leaving me unable to even come up with the 80,000 yuan betrothal gift. I missed out on my A-Yue for nothing..."

Bai Yue sat opposite him, her face delicate and lovely, her eyes widened in surprise. "Really? But I feel like the daughter of the Han family looks quite gentle..."

Chanan snorted inwardly, his expression becoming even more miserable: "You don't know how she treats me in private..."

"I'm... penniless now, and she set me up and made me owe her money. If she hadn't been fed up with me, I wouldn't have come out..."

After all, Cha Nan was able to be a scumbag because he still had some good looks. He blinked, his eyes misty with tears, like a wounded wolf, and Bai Yue's heart softened unconsciously.

"Yue!" he suddenly cried out, "Why are you trying to hurt me?"

Bai Yue was stunned: "What?"

"It makes me like you so much." Chanan choked.

"this..."

"Yue! I feel so lonely without you! Promise me that we can get back together, okay?" Chanan cried.

Bai Yue couldn't stand men crying, so she quickly agreed. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him wipe away his tears.

Suddenly, Chanan stood up and snatched her wallet like a hungry tiger: "Here you go!"

"Cha Nan?" Bai Yue was shocked: "That's my wallet, what are you doing?"

"Humph!" Chanan was about to rob someone. Seeing that other people in the store also had wallets, Chanan suddenly became excited. He picked up the leftover watermelon rind on the table and pressed it against the neck of the old lady at the next table: "Robbery! Don't move!"

old lady:"???"

Chanan grabbed the old lady's wallet and moved to the next table, "Robbery! Stop!"

From table to table, Chanan moved as fast as the wind, and soon his body was covered with bags.

"Stop, you bastard, what are you doing?"

"Hey, help! Someone is robbing the waiter!"

"Stop right there, you bastard! Are you looking for death?!"

Everyone who was eating was furious. They chased after Chanan, blocked his way, and beat him to death: "Fuck you, you little bastard! You dared to rob people in broad daylight!"

"Beat him to death! Beat him to death! He actually threatened me with a watermelon rind! Who the hell is he looking down on?"

"Ah—ah—" Chanan wailed in agony, before he finished reciting his lines: "I'm poor! I'm poor!"

"Ah! You bastard! Just because you're poor, you can rob people?"

"Ouch!" Chanan howled, "I want to steal 500,000!"

As a result, these words brought more beatings and scolding.

Bai Yue stood by in horror, feeling that Chanan was seriously ill. She didn't intervene, but watched them fight until they had vented their anger, went up to retrieve her bag, and then prepared to leave.

This farce woke her up. What on earth did she want from this mentally ill, violent man who was also in debt?

"Ayue!" Chanan suddenly became anxious. Enduring the pain, he grabbed his bag and rushed over to grab her: "Ayue, don't go!"

Shu Yan changed her bag to the table next door.

"Ayue!" Chanan was anxious. Suddenly, he ran towards Bai Yue, then passed Bai Yue and hurried out the door.

Bai Yue: “?”

The shop next door.

Four or five big men with tattoos were sitting at a table filled with dishes, and they were eating with relish.

Suddenly, a man rushed over and took away their table.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?!"

"Stop it, you little bastard! Where did you come from? What are you doing?!"

Chanan ran very fast, and the big men followed him in anger.

As Bai Yue arrived at the door of the store, she saw Chanan running towards her with a table of dishes. He suddenly pounced on her and grabbed her, causing the dishes to fall to the ground.

"Ayue! Don't go!"

Bai Yue turned and ran away.

"Bai Yue!" Cha Nan was furious and anxious. He tried to follow, but four or five big men trapped him tightly. "You bastard! Pay us for our meal!"

Chanan's face flushed with anxiety: "Let go! I didn't mean to do that..."

A slap landed on his face. The big man cursed loudly, "You didn't mean to do it, you did! Tell me, are you going to compensate me?"

"Or... is this your way of getting my attention?" The big man suddenly raised his chin and gave him a devilish smile: "Yo, little thing, you're quite pretty."

Several big men burst into laughter: "Handsome boy, our Lord Long is popular with both men and women, you are lucky!"

"Looking at this, it looks like there's still a chick behind it?"

"Tsk, boy, pay with your body, understand?"

"???" Chanan was almost mad with rage: "What the hell, are you crazy? It's just a meal? I'll pay for it!"

"Are you sure?" Long Ye glanced at him and twisted his fingers: "This meal costs 28,800 yuan."

Chanan: “?”

Chanan didn't believe it and asked the restaurant, and it turned out to be true.

Five minutes later, Long Ye's luxury car took Chanan away.

Shu Yan felt a chill, turned off the drama and looked at Han Chuqing.

Han Chuqing was nodding her head in front of a business book, feeling drowsy.

"No!" She suddenly challenged herself, her eyes determined: "Study hard, Han Chuqing! If you don't work hard, you will be forced to marry!"

After five minutes, she began to feel drowsy again.

"No!" She shuddered again, then stood up and looked around. She found a charger head and put it on the stool, tucked it under her butt, and sat down to read.

Shu Yan found it funny.

Ami Tofu, Xiao Qingqing, don't blame me for being too harsh on you. If you don't work hard, your family will be wiped out in the future.

This is when the plot emerges.

Han Chuqing read the books, but she found them too difficult to understand. She felt frustrated.

Shu Yan smiled, this was the moment she had been waiting for.

Shu Yan changed difficult to simple, and changed incomprehensible to not enough.

"Alas..." Han Chuqing sighed and flipped through the book: "It's simply..."

"Huh?" She sat up straight abruptly. "Why is it so simple?"

Han Chuqing got it! Chuachuachua, she finished the book in less than a minute and immediately switched to the next one.

"It's so simple, I can't get enough of it, I can't get enough of it!"

An afternoon passed, and Han Chuqing sat at the table somewhat frustrated, with a mountain of books in front of him.

Too easy, none of them are challenging.

Being invincible is so lonely.

Han Chuqing stood up, opened the door, and found her father who had just returned home: "Dad, I've learned it."

Han's father and mother were preparing to eat. They were surprised when they heard this: "Are you sure? It's only been two days, you..."

Han Chuqing directly opened the back: "The Wealth of Nations, Chapter 1: On the factors increasing the productive powers of labor, and on the natural order in which the products of labor are distributed among their different classes."

From economics to psychology, from Pangu creating the world to ChatGPT, Han Chuqing recited and explained at the same time, speaking fluently and non-stop, making Han's father and mother's scalps tingle.

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop talking!" Father Han was convinced: "I believe it, I believe it, Qing'er, I will let you manage the company tomorrow."

Han Chuqing turned around and gave Shu Yan a fierce "yeah" gesture.

The progress of Task 2 is 50%, and we just have to wait for Han Chuqing to perform in practice.

Shu Yan left with satisfaction.

The next day, when the story started, the plot did not start until Han Chuqing managed the company. Instead, the plot from Chanan and Long Ye started first.