Impossible. She kept her account in Switzerland a secret; nobody knew about it.
They also do an excellent job of protecting customer privacy, and there is no risk of leaks.
The credit card and the account on that side are both linked to my mother's name.
My mother has been missing since the accident, but she still has the household registration booklet and it has not been cancelled.
How could it be invalid?
She immediately switched to another card, "Try this one."
The staff member took it again, saying, "I'm sorry, ma'am, it's still invalid."
Song Nuan was visibly panicked.
The hotel lobby is both quiet and noisy.
Song Nuan's hand gripping the sandalwood box tightened continuously.
She knew it must be the Song family's doing.
But what is she going to do now?
In short, we can't go back.
Holding the box and taking back her bank card, she suppressed her emotions and said with red eyes, "I'm sorry, I won't do it."
She turned to leave.
Just then, a familiar figure appeared in front of her.
A mocking voice came from above: "Who would have thought that the Song family's heiress, who spends money like water at the club, would also have times when she's short of money?"
It's Lu Ziyang.
He was like a ghost, constantly haunting her.
Song Nuan didn't want to have anything to do with him in the short term, "What are you doing here?"
Lu Ziyang laughed and said, "I've come to save you."
"Severing all ties with me completely is the best way to save me." She turned to leave.
Lu Ziyang blocked her way. "Are you sure you want to turn away the only person who can help you? If I really let you leave, you'll probably be sleeping on the streets tonight. The Song Group's heiress has been kicked out of her home for having an affair and has nowhere to go. You'll probably be dominating the headlines again tomorrow."
His words were barbed, stabbing Song Nuan deeply into her heart.
The emotions were on the verge of collapse.
She tried her best to suppress her anger, but her eyes were bloodshot and filled with malice: "Lu Ziyang, have I offended you? I've been very good to you, haven't I? All I did was ask you not to contact me for a while. This was for my own good and for yours too. Why are you holding a grudge like this? Why do you have to kick me when I'm down? Are you crazy?"
She shoved his shoulder aside and stormed off.
Lu Ziyang grabbed her wrist.
Before she could even grab me properly, Song Nuan forcefully shook me off: "Don't touch me! If you follow me again, I'll call the police for harassment!"
She strode away.
A tear of despair landed on the back of Lu Ziyang's hand.
Lu Ziyang was dumbfounded.
His nonchalant attitude had completely vanished.
He strode forward, caught up with Song Nuan, and swept her up in his arms, carrying her towards another door of the hotel.
Caught off guard, Song Nuan screamed, terrified out of her wits, and struggled desperately: "Let me down! Lu Ziyang! This is a hotel! Let me down! Are you trying to kill me?!"
Tears streamed down her face as she desperately tried to stop them.
I don't know why, but she didn't cry when she was fighting against the Song and Qin families alone in the hospital.
She didn't cry even when she was kicked out of the Qin family.
All her assets were seized, but she didn't cry.
Seeing Lu Ziyang made her emotions collapse uncontrollably.
But in front of him, she couldn't control her emotions, and tears involuntarily streamed down her face.
Tears fell like pearls, each drop landing on Lu Ziyang's heart.
He had never seen her like this before, and he was heartbroken.
"If you had shown even a fraction of the arrogance you have in bed, you wouldn't have been bullied like this."
Song Nuan wouldn't listen to him and struggled desperately: "Let me down!"
"If we let you go, where else can you go? The Qin family could take you back at any time. Are you willing to accept that?"
The hand that was pounding her fist froze, and Song Nuanqi's tears flew: "Isn't that all your fault? Those reporters were the fuse. You really ruined me."
“My mother…my last refuge, how dare they, how could they…”
Song Nuan covered her face; she wasn't just blaming Lu Ziyang.
I blame myself even more for not being able to control my emotions.
The only thing her mother could hold onto was also destroyed.
Without everything in the account, it felt as if the last link between her and her mother had been severed.
Lu Ziyang stopped talking, silently held her, and left the hotel.
A white domestically produced SUV was parked at the side entrance of the hotel.
It was Lu Ziyang's car.
He opened the passenger door, gently placed her in the seat, and carefully fastened her seatbelt.
She kept crying.
Lu Ziyang said, "Don't cry. What you've lost will come back. I'll help you. Don't exclude me."
Song Nuan knew perfectly well that he, a male escort at a club, was not only intelligent but also quite handsome.
It's simply impossible for them to stand up against the Song and Qin families.
On the contrary, it will only backfire.
She raised her eyes slightly, but before she could speak, Lu Ziyang said, "I'm not afraid of retaliation, nor am I afraid of getting burned. I'm just like you."
Song Nuan thought he meant that he also had no parents, so she empathized with him.
After a moment's hesitation, she said, "If you really want to help me, then help me find a place to stay."
"good."
He took out a tissue and gently wiped away her tears.
"I do have a perfect hiding place for you. I'll take you there now. Miss, please stop crying, okay? I can't stand your tears."
Song Nuan's emotions calmed down considerably.
She took the tissue from his hand, wiped away her tears, and rubbed her nose hard.
No wonder he's a male model who's been paid to be trained; he's given so much emotional value.
He visibly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was finally no longer in a rage.
Are you feeling better?
She nodded: "Much better. So, where are you going to put me?"
"secret."
He got up, closed the car door, walked around the car, got into the driver's seat, and drove away.
Half an hour later, the car slowly drove into the underground parking garage of a mid-range residential community in Ningshan District with a lively atmosphere.
Song Nuan was about to open the car door and get out.
Lu Ziyang stopped her.
She asked in surprise, "Haven't arrived yet?"
"We've arrived, but there's a little loose end to take care of. You wait for me in the car."
Song Nuan's blood instantly tightened. She squatted down on the car seat, curling her small body into a ball, and gritted her teeth, saying, "Lu Ziyang! You did this on purpose! I'm not divorced yet. If they find out, I'm dead! Are you hoping I'll be kicked out of the Song and Qin families?"
Lu Ziyang buckled his seatbelt and laughed, "Wouldn't it be better to be kicked out of the house?"
"Of course not! Why should I be tainted and kicked out of the house! If I become penniless, will you support me?"
“I’ll take care of you.” He said without hesitation.
Song Nuan was speechless: "As far as I know, it seems that all your money comes from me, right?"
"That's not important. What's important is that I'm definitely richer than you now."
"Ha!" Song Nuanqi laughed and pushed him away. "Go and deal with the mess. Since you've gotten involved, I'll have to trouble you for a while. Once I get what's rightfully mine back, I won't treat you unfairly."
Lu Ziyang chuckled helplessly, turned around, opened the car door, and got out.
She has a superior figure and an ethereal temperament.
He was wearing the most ordinary shirt and trousers, but he exuded an air of nobility.
His every move exuded a completely different, greasy, and frivolous air, unlike most male escorts.
That's just how sharp-tongued she is.
Every now and then, Song Nuan would get so angry she'd be half-dead.
In Song Nuan's blind spot, a person was holding a camera, standing there all alone, snapping photos of Lu Ziyang's car.
Before long, Lu Ziyang's assistant, Ah Xuan, along with several thugs in black, blocked the only exit of the parking lot.
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