An idea rose from the bottom of Qiao Moyu’s heart. Could Xing Yichen have the wrong idea of who saved him in the beginning, thinking it was Yu Ruohuan who saved him at the age of 17 instead of the original host?
The more she thought of it, the more she felt it was likely. Moreover, the original host mentioned in her diary that Xing Yichen was very indifferent towards her after she came back from her treatment.
If Xing Yichen guessed that Yu Ruohuan saved his life, shouldn’t he go to her to confirm if it was her? Maybe he ask?
So in other words, Yu Ruohuan deliberately admitted she was the one who saved Xing Yichen at the beginning.
So this lady…
While Qiao Moyu sat on the floor and analyzed the events, Luo Luo went over to his nanny with a handful of toys in his arms. His soft and cute voice echoed from the living room as he giggled.
Qiao Moyu stared at Luo Luo for several seconds, then quickly looked back at the original host’s entry about the hotel. Suddenly, her heart started beating like a drum.
According to her years of experience reading novels, the man in the hotel must have been in an abnormal state. That is to say, he must have been drugged!
Moreover, the original host didn’t see who the man was, so there was no direct evidence that the man she spent the night with was Xing Yichen. Well, Luo Luo’s dad was probably someone else!
Luo Luo’s facial features looked similar to the original host’s by six or seven points, but it had no resemblance at all to Xing Yichen. So Qiao Moyu was almost sure that the toddler was not the male protagonist’s son.
When the original host came to Xing Yichen’s doorstep claiming he was responsible for her child, it was no wonder he firmly denied it!
However, these were only assumptions. To know the truth, first of all, she needed to get ahold of Xing Yichen’s hair so she could run a DNA test.
Secondly, if it wasn’t Xing Yichen, then she can only find a way to check the hotel presidential suite’s check-in list that day and go through it one by one.
At that moment, Qiao Moyu’s cell phone vibrated.
She picked it up and found a message from the bank: “You XX bank credit card owes a total of 188,305.49 yuan in October, which cannot be divided into installments. The final repayment date is November 14.”
Qiao Moyu was completely flabbergasted. Does that mean the original host overspent?
Since she needed a pin number whenever she purchased something with her card, Qiao Moyu had visited the bank previously to find out what her pin was. During her visit, she learned that of the two debit cards, one had just over 20,000 yuan while the other had 100,000 yuan. She was still short of 68,000 yuan.
So what happened to the missing 68,000? Didn’t the original host have a plan on spending money?
Qiao Moyu was pressured to reevaluate her current financial situation when another text message arrived from another bank: “You XX bank credit card owes a total of 93,207.61 yuan in October. A minimum installment of 11,293.66 yuan is required. The final repayment date is November 14.”
Ha ha, does the original host have a special attachment for the date November 14? Why do the two cards share the same repayment date?
And for the minimum repayment, she had to prepare 80,000 yuan. When she checked the calendar, it was less than 2 weeks before the repayment date.
Qiao Moyu rubbed her hands together. In order to earn money in the fastest way possible, there seems to be only one method left—
It’s by using what she was best at from her previous life: giving people ‘light.’
Author’s Afterword: Do you think there’s a lot of info in this chapter? Ha ha, Qiao Moyu is going to be happy!
Look at Xing Yichen kneeling and groveling. Don’t give any ‘light’ to the Xing group
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