"What, you suffered at her hands before? How much money did you spend to buy back your scandalous news?" Ji Pingye wasn't going to tolerate this guy. If he really did something that Wen Chu photographed and he had to spend a lot of money to buy back the photos, then it was his own fault.
After hearing this, Fang Jiayu glared at Ji Pingye and said, "You're already protecting your own before she's even your wife. Isn't that putting your lover before your friend?"
"So, you really got ripped off?" Ji Pingye glanced at him and laughed out loud: "Fang Jiayu, why are you being so stingy? It's just a losing deal."
"What do you mean by 'business'?" Fang Jiayu didn't even know how angry he was at that moment: "Three photos, three million? Is this a losing proposition?"
This is an absolute rip-off.
And it was also frustrating.
Ji Pingye poured himself a glass of wine, sat down with a smile, and looked at his angry friend, asking curiously, "What photo?"
“Wen Chu isn’t a person without principles. If your photo had no value, he wouldn’t have asked for so much.” Ji Pingye stared at Fang Jiayu. He knew this man well; if he wasn’t in the wrong, he would never have obediently given him the money.
Ji Pingye said angrily, "That's right, when I broke up with Lao Ba, she was already heavily pregnant and pressured me to get married. I refused, and we got into a fight. Lao Ba got so angry that he bled on the spot."
Ji Pingye knew that Fang Jiayu liked to number his girlfriends from one to eight, which meant this was his eighth girlfriend.
He suspected that Fang Jiayu had even forgotten the names of his girlfriends.
"I never expected to be so unlucky as to run into Pan Wen-Chu. Anyway, the angle of that photo was indescribable, making it look like I pushed Lao Ba." At this point, he looked at Ji Ping-Ye: "Heaven and earth bear witness, I really didn't push her."
“I have always taken safety precautions, but Lao Ba tampered with the umbrella.”
Speaking of this scheming woman, Fang Jiayu gritted his teeth: "After this incident, she even swindled me out of two million yuan before she was willing to break up with me."
Upon hearing this, Ji Pingye couldn't help but burst into laughter: "I didn't expect you to have such a rich history. Your bad luck can only be described as karma."
“Every time you date, you have your fun and then break up. The girl develops real feelings for you, but you walk away. If she doesn’t make trouble for you, who will she make trouble for?” Ji Pingye said. “If you really don’t want to get married, then don’t use dating as an excuse. Honestly, every time you take her out and introduce her to your brothers and friends, who won’t misunderstand?”
"If it's just to satisfy physiological needs, then make it clear beforehand how much money to give. If you don't like it anymore, take the money and leave. Let's part ways amicably."
Upon hearing this, Fang Jiayu stared at Ji Pingye for a long time: "Are you asking me to keep a mistress?"
“This is a transaction. You need a woman to satisfy your needs, and she needs money. Don’t talk about love.” Ji Pingye reminded her, “Don’t tell her you like her or love her. If you meet a crazy girl who takes your words seriously, then it’s not just about getting your money.”
He gestured across his neck: "I'll kill you while you're asleep."
"Don't make it sound so scary." Fang Jiayu felt a chill run down his spine when he heard these words. After all this, would he still dare to let others live in his house?
"You know very well that I'm not saying this to scare you, but to tell you the truth." You've been playing with people's feelings, and you don't even allow them to get angry, and you've even done some irrational things?
"I was just in a relationship," Fang Jiayu retorted stubbornly, still unwilling to give up. "Who said that being in a relationship necessarily means getting married?"
"The initial intention of dating is to get married, but that's not the case for you. You never planned to get married in the first place, yet you tell girls every day: 'Baby, I miss you, baby, I love you.'"
"My darling, I can't live without you."
"Do you want to listen to what you're saying?" Ji Pingye stood up, grabbed Fang Jiayu by the collar, and said, "Get back to your room right now. Listening to what you said gave me goosebumps."
"If you keep standing in front of me, I won't be able to resist dealing with you."
Fang Jiayu laughed in exasperation after hearing this: "Why are you so nervous? I'm not after your cousin."
“If you dare to covet my cousin and do those things to her, you’ll never need that thing again for the rest of your life.” Ji Pingye pushed the man away. “If you don’t believe me, then keep going to find your girlfriends. When you go too far and lose your life, I’ll remember to burn more ghost money for you.”
Fang Jiayu laughed in exasperation. Was this guy even a friend?
"No, I was talking to you about Pan Wenchou, why are you turning the topic to me?"
With a bang, the room door slammed shut.
There was no movement inside; they clearly didn't want to pay attention to this womanizer.
Fang Jiayu took a deep breath: "You just wait, if you really get together with Pan Wenchu, I will definitely laugh at you."
After saying that, he could only grumble and go back to his room.
What Fang Jiayu didn't know was that when he mentioned Pan Wenchou's name, the door to the next room opened a crack but didn't fully open.
A tall, fair-skinned, and beautiful woman stood by the door and listened for a while until Fang Jiayu returned to his room. Only then did she open the door and leave.
A young man, who appeared to be her bodyguard, was following behind her.
The woman said, "Check who's staying in these two rooms."
The bodyguard nodded: "If it really is the young lady, what should we do?"
"Let's find out first. If she really is my good sister, then naturally we can't let her come back alive." At this point, Pan Wenrui sneered, "Since she has already chosen to leave, then she should disappear completely and never reappear."
Otherwise, I wouldn't mind losing this older sister.
Anyway, we're not siblings from the same mother, so it doesn't matter whether we have them or not.
Bodyguard Chen Xing nodded: "I understand."
Soon, Chen Xing found out the identities of the two people. Pan Wenxin stared at the words "China" for a moment and then said, "China, Pan Wenchun."
She never imagined that Pan Wenchou, who had been missing for ten years, would hide in China.
She had never been to China, so she didn't know much about what was happening there. Now it seemed that she had no choice but to hide there.
“Have someone investigate what my dear sister is doing in China,” Pan Wenrui murmured softly. “If they find out, don’t ask me. Lure her out and send her straight to see the old lady.”
She thought for a moment and added, "Don't do it in China, otherwise, if you get arrested, don't say you're one of my people."
She walked up to Chen Xing, grabbed his collar, and asked with a smile, "Do you understand?"
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