In the first year, Su Qingjiao spent very little each month, and most of her gifts were gifts she gave herself. She didn't dare to ask him for any designer brands.
The following year, he initially said he didn't want it, but was actually forced to accept it.
On the third day, he started spending his money directly, buying and buying, and began to squander it endlessly, becoming more and more entitled to do so.
Now in its fourth year, it has become so outrageous that it wears head-to-toe designer brands, refusing to wear anything but high-end brands, with a single bracelet costing six figures, and even daring to have luxury store employees deliver it directly to its door.
Tsk tsk tsk, how arrogant! He'll make Su Qingjiao spit out every single penny of that money!
After she vomits, let her suffer a fate worse than death!
Zhou Yi put down the bill and said he understood. Then he asked Aunt Zhou if there was any news about the person Aunt Zhou had asked him to help find, named Shen Bingyan.
Are you sure the name is correct?
Aunt Zhou paused for two seconds before continuing, "According to my investigation, there is only one family in Lucheng with the surname Shen, but there is no one with the name Shen Bingyan."
"That family, surnamed Shen, only has one son."
As Aunt Zhou spoke, she looked up and saw the secretary who had come in to remind her of the meeting.
She pointed to the time, indicating that her secretary should postpone it for ten minutes.
The person who came in with the secretary was the manager of the Royal Court Hotel. The hotel's semi-annual report was supposed to be submitted to the head office a couple of days ago, but it was delayed by some matters and was only submitted today.
The hotel manager was a little nervous when he came in, and he had drafted his speech dozens of times.
Seeing that Mr. Zhou was still on the phone, the hotel manager secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn around and close the door with a respectful expression.
Suddenly—
He heard a name that sounded somewhat familiar.
Shen Bingyan?
Where have I heard this name before?
But he couldn't remember it for a moment.
Then I heard Mr. Zhou say to the person on the phone, "Don't worry, I'll keep sending people to look for land. If we can't find it in Luzhou, I'll look in the provincial capital."
The secretary closed the door: "Mr. Zhou has other matters to attend to. Please go to the conference room and wait."
The hotel manager smiled and nodded. He had originally planned to hand over the report a little earlier to make a good impression on President Zhou, but unfortunately, President Zhou was busy at that moment.
It seems I'm going to get a scolding in front of everyone at the meeting later.
As if remembering something, the hotel manager tentatively asked the secretary, "I think I just heard... Mr. Zhou asking for someone?"
The hotel manager felt that the reason he had heard the name was because this person had likely stayed at the hotel.
He'll find out once he checks his check-in records.
The secretary nodded, her expression somewhat bitter, and sighed, "Yes, President Zhou has mobilized many connections and searched for several days, but there's still no news."
"You have a lot of customers every day, so keep an eye on things."
The hotel manager nodded hurriedly, silently repeating Shen Bingyan's name in his mind, and then assured him, "I will keep a close eye on it."
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The next day.
College Office.
The counselor was looking for documents in the office with his head down when he casually opened a drawer and found an application form for a student from a poor family placed on top of it.
The application form was blank and had not been filled out yet. This form was specially given to Zhou Yi by his counselor after he learned about Zhou Yi's family situation.
However, Zhou Yi refused to fill it out last time because of his pride, and even lied to him that his family was rich and he didn't need to build good relationships with his classmates to get an internship. He couldn't hide his disappointment at the time, so he casually put the application form in the drawer.
He would have forgotten about this if he hadn't accidentally opened the drawer today.
The counselor picked up her phone and checked the date; there were still a few days left before the application form had to be submitted. "These young people nowadays," she sighed, "you have to live your own lives, why compare yourself to others?"
“That child has a strong sense of self-esteem and probably won’t listen to my advice. I think we should call his parents over for a talk.”
After thinking about it, the counselor decided to communicate with Zhou's parents and ask them to do some ideological work with Zhou Yi.
Only through cooperation between family and school can Zhou Yi correct his vanity.
If this continues, Zhou Yi's path will only go further and further astray...
With that in mind, the counselor found the basic family information that Zhou Yi had filled out on the computer. There was only one emergency contact person listed as the grandparent-grandchild relationship.
The line for "parents" is blank.
The counselor frowned slightly and decided to call the parents to the school first before asking about the situation.
"The number you dialed..."
"The number you dialed is..."
After making several calls without success, the counselor helplessly locked his phone: "What's wrong with Zhou Yi? The number he left is his grandmother's, and I still can't get through."
Why didn't you leave your parents' phone number?
The counselor frowned, suddenly stood up from his chair, and decided to go to the classroom to talk to Zhou Yi.
When they arrived at the classroom, it was during the break between classes. The counselor looked around the classroom and found that Zhou Yi was not there.
Out of the corner of his eye, the counselor caught sight of Su Qingjiao sitting in her seat. He thought for a moment, then realized that he seemed to have heard from classmates that Zhou Yi lived in Su Qingjiao's house, and that her mother was apparently her family's nanny.
Just as he was wondering whether to call Su Qingjiao out to ask her something, he saw that Su Qingjiao had already noticed his probing gaze and took the initiative to come out.
"Teacher, are you looking for me?"
The counselor nodded and led Su Qingjiao to the corridor to speak: "Su Qingjiao, it's like this, I heard that Zhou Yi is staying at your house, is that right?"
Su Qingjiao's eyes flickered slightly, then she nodded.
The counselor then asked, "I noticed that in Zhou Yi's emergency contact section, only his grandmother's phone number was listed."
"I called just now but no one answered. Do you know why?"
Why didn't he leave his parents' phone number?
Su Qingjiao's heart skipped a beat. She was glad she had come out earlier. If the counselor had approached Zhou Yi to ask him about it, her carefully crafted lie would have been exposed.
Adding to the humiliation she suffered yesterday for buying a sports car, her classmates might start to doubt her status as a rich and beautiful woman.
No, this can't be done!
She managed to cover up yesterday's unexpected incident with great difficulty.
Unsure why the counselor wanted to see Zhou Yi, she suppressed her nervousness and asked, "Counselor, what do you want to see Zhou Yi about?"
“He lives in my house, so you can tell me anything.”
"Moreover, Zhou Yi has a strong sense of self-respect and doesn't want people to know that his parents work as domestic helpers, so he never brings up his parents on his own initiative."
"Just tell me what's wrong, and I'll pass it on to his parents."
Hearing Su Qingjiao's words, the counselor felt even more disappointed in Zhou Yi. As the saying goes, a son doesn't despise his mother for being ugly. How could Zhou Yi despise his parents' profession?
Even if she's a maid, so what?
His parents worked hard to earn money to support Zhou Yi's education and raise him to adulthood, and they did not mistreat him.
It seems that it was necessary for him to talk to Zhou Yi's parents, as this is related to Zhou Yi's future outlook on life. He is only in his twenties now and has already formed a distorted view. What will happen to him in the future?
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