"What's wrong?" Lu Mo asked with concern.

Ye Qingqing's face was not looking good. She had just remembered that female classmate named Du Ziwen. When she had a stomachache and was arguing with her friends, those female classmates said some things that she felt were not quite right, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Now she finally understood.

A female classmate said that Du Ziwen always took advantage of Wuchen's affection for her, which is why he borrowed money recklessly. Her tone sounded strange.

Ye Qingqing recounted the incident, saying, "At the time, I felt uncomfortable listening to it, but I didn't think much of it. Now that I think about it, that tone was off. Wuchen isn't a man, so why did those female classmates say such things?"

"Could you be overthinking it? It's normal for female classmates to have good relationships," Lin Shufang said.

Ye Qingqing shook her head. "That tone was off, it was weird. No, I need to go to school again tomorrow and get to the bottom of this."

I hope it's not what she's thinking; that would be disgusting.

"Don't go. I'll have someone go and inquire." Lu Mo was worried about Ye Qingqing running around. He had many men under him, and he could easily send one to handle it.

Ye Mingcheng's expression was also not good. "Wuchen would never do that. Although she is carefree, she is mentally normal. It must be those female classmates talking nonsense. How can college students these days have such poor quality and questionable character? How did they even get into college?"

“Those are from the continuing education college. They don’t need to take the exam. Most of them are sent there by their employers for further training. They’re all a bit cunning, and some of them are indeed not very well-mannered,” Ye Qingqing said.

Moreover, among the dozen or so female classmates who lent Wuchen money, more than half were from the continuing education college. It's unclear why Wuchen would associate with those people. Generally, university students rarely associate with people from the continuing education college; they are simply not on the same wavelength.

"I'll call that girl and ask if she got her money back." Ye Qingqing got up, preparing to make the call.

At this moment, Wuchen, a student at the Normal University, was gnawing on a dry steamed bun with pickled vegetables, taking a bite of bun and a sip of water. She had been eating steamed buns and pickled vegetables all day, and her mouth was so bland that her stomach was uncomfortable.

But she did the math and realized that this was the only way she could make it to next month; otherwise, she would go hungry. That wretched woman, Ye Qingqing, had a heart of stone and had actually confiscated her father's money. She had nowhere to even beg for alms.

"Wuchen, why don't you eat my food?" His roommate couldn't bear to see him like this, feeling sorry for him.

"I will not eat food offered with contempt."

Wuchen took a big bite of the steamed bun, his cheeks bulging, and chewed it with gritted teeth. His roommates were both annoyed and amused, and they each gave some of the dishes they had bought to Wuchen.

"Hurry up and eat. Can your stomach handle eating pickled vegetables every day? Didn't your sister tell you to collect the debt? Did you collect it?"

"I'll take it, but I won't have the money until next month." Wuchen took a bite of the shredded potatoes and exclaimed, "Oh my god, it's so delicious!"

"Isn't it the beginning of the semester? This is when you're richest. The later it goes, the less money you have. Wuchen, you're too easy to fool." The dorm leader shook her head. No wonder Ye Qingqing wanted to cut off this guy's food; he had no judgment at all.

"When I was getting food just now, I saw Du Ziwen get a braised pork belly and a pork chop, and she even changed into a new dress," another classmate said.

"I saw Hu Xinran just now. She's all new from head to toe. She doesn't eat in the cafeteria. It's her birthday today, and she's treating people to a big meal outside. She's also going to a KYV tonight."

"You're here eating steamed buns and pickled vegetables while others take your money and live a carefree life. Don't you think you're stupid?"

Wuchen's face grew darker and darker, and the steamed bun in her mouth tasted even worse. Damn it, how dare they play tricks on her!

She rushed to the door in a flash, her face dark with anger. She had to get the money back tonight; she was determined not to eat steamed buns anymore!