New book "Transmigrated into the Villain's Little Darling" is out!
The cute and invincible Tang Xiaonan transmigrated into the foolish supporting female character of a period dram...
Ye Qingqing's eyes grew colder, and she smiled slightly, "Thank you for the reminder. Once I've investigated the accounts, I will naturally pursue them one by one."
Among the onlookers, several people lowered their heads guiltily. They had also borrowed money and planned to pay it back soon. If Ye Wuchen's sister came knocking on their door, they would lose all face.
Who would have thought that Ye Wuchen, who looks like a rough and tough guy, actually has the habit of keeping accounts? You really can't judge a book by its cover.
Back in the car, Ye Qingqing smiled at Huang Junkai and said, "Thank you for your help today. You can go home now."
Huang Junkai glanced at Wuchen worriedly. This girl was probably going to get scolded, but there was nothing he could do to help. Besides, Wuchen deserved to be scolded. She was indeed too extravagant with her money. Even he had heard about Wuchen's foolish behavior in the boys' dormitory. Many people treated her like an ATM, asking her for money when they were short of cash, and never paying her back.
Wherever there are people, there is a world of its own, and in the world of its own, there are always a few scoundrels and hooligans. The same is true for university campuses. Some university students are just so-so in terms of quality. Moreover, Du Ziwen and his group seem to be from continuing education colleges, the kind that pay money to get in. It's a mixed bag, and some of them even came to school after working. They are naturally more cunning than ordinary students.
"Sister Ye, Wuchen is kind-hearted and a bit naive, that's why..." Huang Junkai tried to clarify, but Wuchen didn't appreciate it and pushed him away, "I'm not stupid, go to your class!"
"You're not stupid, would you let someone swindle so much money from you? A thousand yuan a month for food, five hundred for pocket money, fifteen hundred is the bare minimum. And don't think I don't know that Dad often gives you money secretly. Let's say fifteen hundred, you spend it all every month, not a penny left. A few days ago you even asked me for five hundred yuan. If I hadn't come to the school today, I would have thought your school was a money-grubbing place. It seems you've been spending money like a child here!"
Seeing that the brat showed no remorse, Ye Qingqing's temper flared up, and she scolded her harshly, but she was still not satisfied.
"You think you're so smart? Little do you know everyone treats you like a fool. They'll ask you for money when they're short of cash, and they'll use your money to treat people and show off. Aren't you stupid? You're not stupid, you're just hopelessly stupid!"
Huang Junkai was a little embarrassed, worried that Ye Qingqing might get sick from anger, and also worried that Wuchen's pride wouldn't be able to take it. He was caught in the middle and didn't know what to say.
Wuchen pursed his lips, protesting, "They only asked me for money, but you won't lend money to others!"
"You can lend money, but have they paid it back? How many people have paid you back?" Ye Qingqing questioned. Wuchen remained silent, feeling extremely angry. She was angry because those who lent her money were so useless. Why didn't they take the initiative to pay back the money, causing her to be scolded like shit by that stinky woman, and she couldn't even talk back.
She was so frustrated.
"You haven't paid back a single one, have you? Borrowing money and not paying it back is not borrowing money. That's being a scoundrel. They're treating you like a fool. Do you still think you're popular and that everyone likes you? Let me tell you, they like your money. You're stupid, rich, and easy to fool. Who wouldn't like a spendthrift like you!" Ye Qingqing mocked without any politeness, hoping that this idiot would wake up in time.
"My popularity is my personal charm, you're the idiot!" Wuchen shouted, sticking out his neck.
Ye Qingqing sneered, "You think you're so great. I'm not going to argue with you about personal charisma. Now, collect those debts. Where are the ledgers?"
"The dormitory," Wuchen retorted irritably.