Chapter 386 The Confined Young Master 20 What's even more terrifying is that there's still more than half of the three months left.
She was surprised that Wang Jianguo ended their relationship so quickly, and she realized that she hadn't planned for the future.
The wardrobe is crammed with expensive clothes, the dressing table is decorated with limited-edition skincare products, and the refrigerator is filled with imported ingredients.
All of these will disappear by the end of the month.
Her bank account balance wasn't even enough to pay next month's rent for the Junyue Mansion apartment.
Yang Ruxuan opened her mobile banking app and checked her balance; she had 50,000 yuan left.
The number stung her eyes.
Just yesterday, she had a Western meal at a high-end restaurant that cost over a thousand yuan per person.
The doorbell rang.
Yang Ruxuan was startled, thinking that President Wang had changed his mind.
She quickly tidied her hair and clothes, forced a smile, and opened the door.
Two strange men were standing outside the door, each holding a cardboard box.
"Miss Lin? We've come to retrieve the items Mr. Wang left here."
Her smile froze on her face.
It turns out that the old man didn't even want to see her one last time, and directly sent people to clean up the traces.
Two men walked into the apartment with practiced ease and began packing up Mr. Wang's personal belongings.
The documents in the study, the several suits in the closet, the razor in the bathroom.
The whole process was efficient and indifferent, like cleaning a vacated hotel room.
"Is this yours? Or Mr. Wang's?"
A man picked up a decorative item from the entryway and asked.
That was an artwork that she and Mr. Wang both liked at an auction. At the time, the old man even smiled and said, "It's perfect to put it in front of our house."
"No, whatever you want."
Yang Ruxuan heard her own dry voice.
An hour later, all traces of Mr. Wang in the apartment were erased.
The two men didn't even glance at her as they left.
After the door closed, Yang Ruxuan slumped to the ground, looking around at the suddenly unfamiliar space.
The empty spaces left by the moved items seemed to mock her brief period of comfort.
That night, she spent the night alone in the apartment for the first time.
Without Mr. Wang's snoring and the smell of alcohol from his late-night return, the room was eerily quiet.
She turned on all the lights, trying to dispel the suffocating loneliness, but to no avail.
The next day, Yang Ruxuan began looking for a way out.
She sent messages to several wealthy businessmen who had previously shown interest in her, hinting that she was single again.
Most people read her message but didn't reply, and two of them blocked her directly.
Only Mr. Zhao replied with one sentence: "Want to come to the Four Seasons Hotel, room 1808 tonight?"
She stared at the message, her fingers trembling.
This is the most blatant invitation to a deal, without even a meal as a prelude.
Yang Ruxuan did not reply.
Because she still retained the last shred of dignity.
But reality will not change because of dignity.
A week later, she had less than a thousand yuan left in her WeChat wallet.
She had to start selling the gifts that Mr. Wang had given her.
A diamond necklace sold for 50,000, a pair of pearl earrings sold for 30,000, and a watch sold for 20,000.
This amount of money is enough for an average person to live frugally for about half a year.
But for Yang Ruxuan, less than 100,000 yuan should only be enough to cover basic expenses for about half a month.
Apartment management fees, utilities, and her daily expenses that she couldn't reduce.
Sure enough, after about two weeks, the money from selling luxury goods was almost gone.
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