Chapter 169: Lack of Money
It seems that the last update was still about employee training.
Lu Qingye opened the input method and pondered for a long time, deleting and revising but still couldn't put together a complete sentence.
There was no noise in the huge living room at this moment.
Meng Chuyuan and Lin Youjuan looked at each other for a long time, and both seemed to be waiting for the other to speak.
After a while, Lin Youjuan finally couldn't help but speak: "Luckily I called in time, if it was any later, the little bastard might have fallen asleep."
“…” She is truly a loving mother. She is willing to disturb her son’s rest so late at night.
Facing Lin Youjuan's angry look, Meng Chuyuan curled the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an awkward smile.
Just at this moment, Meng Chuyuan's cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.
"Look who's calling you?" Lin Youjuan was sitting closer and heard the vibration just now. She was curious whether the phone call she had just made had worked.
Seeing Lin Youjuan's expectant face, Meng Chuyuan reached down and took out the cell phone from his pocket.
"Let me see." Meng Chuyuan unlocked his phone and soon saw the WeChat message from Lu Qingye.
Lin Youjuan was a little anxious. She stretched her neck and her eyes fell on Meng Chuyuan's mobile phone screen. She just saw Lu Qingye's WeChat avatar, but the message at the red dot was blocked by Meng Chuyuan's hand.
"What did he say?"
Meng Chuyuan opened the chat page, lowered his eyes to glance at the message in the dialog box, and read it out calmly: "I used the scarf, it's not bad, quite warm, thank you."
Perhaps it was because Meng Chuyuan's words were emotionless, or perhaps the words weren't expressed well enough, but after hearing this, Lin Youjuan's eyes flashed with astonishment, and she asked in surprise, "That's it?"
“No more.”
Lin Youjuan suddenly came up and snatched Meng Chuyuan's phone away: "I'll do it."
Meng Chuyuan: “…”
She thought Lin Youjuan would not say anything excessive, so she let her do as she pleased.
After a while, Lin Youjuan edited the message and sent it out before returning the phone to her.
Meng Chuyuan took his phone back and subconsciously glanced down at the chat history. He discovered that the message Lin Youjuan had just sent was: [Is that all? I knitted this scarf stitch by stitch, what else do I need from you to give me a review and a thank you?]
“…”
Looking at the other party typing, Meng Chuyuan raised his eyes slightly and turned his gaze to the instigator of the incident.
Lin Youjuan didn't blush or feel nervous, and even looked a little smug: "I imitated your speaking style and made it up. He can't tell."
This is indeed what she can say.
However, this Weibo post was not made specifically for Lu Qingye. When Meng Chuyuan saw the message sent by Lin Youjuan, he inexplicably felt guilty.
If she told Lu Qingye the truth now, what kind of story would it be?
Lu Qingye pondered carefully on the other end of the phone before editing the complete message: [That’s right. My fault.]
After reading the short message, Meng Chuyuan thought that it ended here and there would be no follow-up.
As a result, before a minute had passed, she received news of a large bank transfer, with another 20 million in her card.
When Meng Chuyuan saw in the message that the remitter's name was Lu Qingye, she returned to the WeChat chat page and slowly typed a question mark.
Lu Qingye: [I've thought about it carefully... I don't know what you need yet. Take this money and buy whatever you want.]
He had a silk scarf custom-made some time ago and will be able to pick it up at the store in a couple of days.
He wanted to keep the scarf and tell her in person when he returned home, so he thought of transferring some money to her first.
This marriage started at the wrong time and was caused by his negligence and lack of consideration.
Meng Chuyuan raised her eyebrows slightly, and her slender white fingers tapped on the phone keyboard: [You already know what I need]
Lu Qingye looked confused: [? ]
Meng Chuyuan said frankly: [I lack money in my life]
"..." The man leaning against the headboard of the bed glanced at the latest message popping up on the screen of his mobile phone, and a hint of coldness appeared in his deep eyes.
He knew Meng Chuyuan's personality very well. Whether in her words or actions, she always exuded a casual feeling.
She never knows how to restrain herself from speaking the truth.
Lu Qingye raised his eyelids slightly and responded in the same tone as her: [Are you still missing something?]
As a result, after he sent this message, Meng Chuyuan did not reply for a long time.
At this time, Lin Youjuan came to Meng Chuyuan to ask about the follow-up, and the two started chatting, completely ignoring Lu Qingye who was waiting to go to bed late at night.
"How's it going?" Lin Youjuan came over to take a look and saw the message Lu Qingye had sent earlier. "Did he transfer money to you?"
"Um."
"How much did he transfer? It's not tens of millions. Let him send the scarf back."
"Yes, tens of millions." Every time Lu Qingye gave her money, the amount started at tens of millions.
Lin Youjuan hummed softly: "That's about right."
Meng Chuyuan didn't expect Lin Youjuan to be so gossipy and good at blackmailing people.
By the time Meng Chuyuan remembered to reply, half an hour had passed.
After reading the message from Lu Qingye, she felt that half an hour was enough for him to fall asleep, so she did not reply.
Little did they know that Lu Qingye was still waiting for news and hadn't even lain down in bed.
Another ten minutes passed, and he turned the screen on again and again countless times. Finally, time wore out his patience.
Lu Qingye made a phone call directly.
Meng Chuyuan had just returned to the bedroom to pack her luggage for the recording of a variety show tomorrow. As soon as she opened the zipper of her suitcase, the phone rang.
She was forced to stop cleaning and picked up the phone on the table to take a look.
Meng Chuyuan was a little surprised to see the note on the caller ID. She raised her hand and swiped the receiver to answer the call.
Meng Chuyuan held the phone between his cheek and shoulder, pushed open the closet, and asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Why don't you reply to the message?" Lu Qingye spoke almost at the same time as her.
"What message?" She was busy packing up and had long forgotten the content of his last message: "I thought you were asleep and didn't reply."
Then, a cold voice sounded from the other side, a little low: "I'm not asleep."
"If I remember correctly, it's almost one in the morning. Aren't you sleepy?"
She remembered that Lu Qingye was originally going to sleep, but was delayed by his mother's call.
Lu Qingye: "Not sleepy."
He had always been the only one who received news about other people's reincarnations, and had never waited for a reply from anyone. He had never expected that waiting would be so painful.
He couldn't help it just now and had to make a phone call.
Meng Chuyuan uttered a soft "oh" and said calmly, "Because I didn't reply to your message?"
This was the only thing she could think of at the moment, and she blurted it out subconsciously.
"..." Lu Qingye felt a sudden pang in his heart when the result was suddenly guessed.
Is it that obvious?
While Lu Qingye didn't speak, Meng Chuyuan picked up his phone and flipped through the last chat history.
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