Chapter 87 The Fallen White Moonlight Returns Home 1
Several burly men stormed through the dimly lit booths. The leader, dressed in a suit and tie, with blond hair and blue eyes, looked quite respectable. The bar staff dared not stop them and allowed them to push open the door to the innermost private room.
Inside the private room, chaos reigned, and a particularly eye-catching young man sat on the sofa in the corner.
He held a woman's cigarette between his pale, slender fingers, his long, smooth hair cascading over his shoulders, and the curve of his face, turned to the side, revealed a breathtaking beauty.
"Young Master Xie, shouldn't you return the five million?"
The man in the suit squatted down with a half-smile, clearly indicating that he had ill intentions.
Xie Rong half-closed her eyes and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke towards the man in the suit's face.
The man in the suit closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Actually, if Young Master Xie doesn't want to repay the money, that's fine too. There are many other good ways."
Xie Rong glanced down at her phone, then kicked the man's shin. "How much money do you have left?"
The man in the suit was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "I only have eight or nine hundred thousand left, and the rest is for getting married."
"Then give me nine hundred thousand first," Xie Rong said, waving a high-end bracelet displayed on his phone. "I want to buy this."
His voice rose slightly at the end, naturally soft, and his confident manner made him sound like a girlfriend asking her boyfriend for a gift.
The man in the suit took out his phone, and after transferring the money in a daze, he suddenly realized that he was there to collect a debt.
Damn it, those handsome Chinese boys are really cunning!
“Young Master Xie, this puts me in a difficult position,” the man said, sitting down beside him and pouring him a glass of wine. “I heard you used to have many friends back in China. Why don’t you ask them to come and help you out?”
"I heard that the rising star in China is a classmate of Young Master Xie from the same high school. Their group is currently working on some kind of artificial intelligence biochip. I happen to have a friend who wants a piece of the pie. If Young Master Xie can get us some exclusive information, then not to mention 900,000, 9 million, or even 90 million, it won't be a problem."
"A new elite? Who?" Xie Rong asked lazily.
“His surname is Lu, and his name is…” The man in the suit paused, then said, “Lu Baichi.”
Xie Rong stubbed out his cigarette, exhaled the last puff of smoke, and said with a smile, "High school classmate."
Actually, they can't be considered ordinary high school classmates.
In this world, Xie Rong will play the role of the protagonist group's ideal woman.
The former richest man in Beijing, the only son of the Xie family, and the well-known school beauty at the private high school, the protagonist at that time was just one of the many followers behind him.
The only special relationship they had was that they were once classmates, and Xie Rong often teased Lu Baichi on purpose.
Unfortunately, when Xie Rong was eighteen, a worker was killed in the Xie family factory. The business partner suddenly withdrew its investment, the Xie family's capital chain broke and they declared bankruptcy. Debtors came knocking on the door. Xie's father gritted his teeth, gave all the remaining savings to Xie Rong, and sent him abroad.
The day before leaving the country, Xie Rong met Lu Baichi for the last time downstairs at the Xie family villa.
Having just finished the college entrance exam, the boy's face still held a hint of youthful innocence, his posture was tall and straight like a pine tree, and his dark features hinted at the sharpness of his future. Holding a bouquet of baby's breath in his hands, he said nervously with red ears, "I like you, I want to protect you, and follow you, is that okay?"
"Okay, see you tomorrow." Xie Rong remembered that he had agreed to him very casually, not caring about the other party's ecstatic, dreamlike expression.
The next day, he left the country and cut off all contact with China.
The pampered young master, who had been spoiled since childhood, couldn't bear the slightest hardship when he went abroad, not to mention that he was unwilling to give up his former luxurious life.
His savings, enough to ensure a comfortable life for him for the rest of his life, were quickly squandered. When he ran out of money, he had no choice but to borrow.
Now that the loan has been taken out, Xie Rong simply cannot repay it.
In order to pay off this huge debt, the long-lost white moonlight heard that her old friend had become so successful, so she became arrogant and put on a glamorous facade again after five years. After returning to China, she even tried to sell important documents from the protagonist group's company to the debt collectors abroad.
Little did the protagonist know that he had long since let go of his "white moonlight" and was now focused on his career. He grew increasingly annoyed by her constant entanglement and seduction, so he decided to play along, pretending to be seduced himself. In the end, he sent the "white moonlight" who stole important documents to prison and, incidentally, dealt with the malicious overseas organization behind her.
At this point, the white moonlight who had abandoned him was filled with regret, and the aristocratic families who had once looked down on the protagonist's humble origins were all proven wrong, and the protagonist became the new richest man.
...
It was 9 p.m. in Beijing, and it was drizzling.
The plane landed smoothly. Xie Rong heard the system's voice, opened his eyes, and stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar scenery outside the window.
[Host, due to the many bad things you did in high school, the protagonist's current pain level is 99.]
[This world is simple. As long as the protagonist realizes that you and others have teamed up to kill him, the protagonist will be utterly heartbroken, and his pain level will definitely be full.]
[Important note: The main character needs to realize this!]
Xie Rong didn't care about the pain level at all. He slowly got up and followed the crowd off the plane.
Stepping out of the airport, a fine drizzle, like cold needles, stung my face.
Xie Rong stopped by the roadside, looked around at the passersby, and blinked blankly.
He didn't bring an umbrella.
He has never had the habit of carrying an umbrella since he was a child.
The system, holding a tiny umbrella no bigger than the palm of his hand, perched on his head. [Host, there's a bus stop over there. Let's go take shelter from the rain!]
Xie Rong jogged over, sat on a bench at the station, and patted the water droplets off her clothes.
Then, I stood on tiptoe and saw the dirty water splattered on my leather shoes.
Xie Rong frowned and pursed her lips.
[Host, I'll wipe it for you, don't be upset!] The system scrambled over to the tip of his shoe, holding a small handkerchief in its hand, and began to wipe it with great effort.
"This hasn't been wiped, and there's more," Xie Rong instructed with a stern face. "Rain is so annoying."
Okay, it's clean now.
Xie Rong carefully checked it over, a slight smile curving her lips.
A damp evening breeze blew in his face, and he sneezed.
He couldn't wait for the rain to stop; he had to find a place to stay first.
Xie Rong hated the cheap leather smell in taxis and didn't want to take one, but he also didn't like staying in hotels near the airport.
It might take an hour to walk from here to his former apartment.
Xie Rong thought for a moment and came up with a perfectly reasonable method.
He's already back in China, why doesn't he just have the protagonist pick him up? Anyway, he's done that to the protagonist quite a few times back in high school.
"System, do you remember Lu Baichi's phone number from before?"
[It's been so many years, even if I remembered, he probably wouldn't use it anymore, right?]
Xie Rong dialed the number provided by the system.
After a few seconds, the call connected.
"Who is this?" A cold, deep voice came from the receiver.
“It’s raining outside, and I didn’t bring an umbrella,” Xie Rong said, taking out a lighter. The crisp sound of lighting a cigarette could be faintly heard on the other end of the call. “Come pick me up.”
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