The Attack Of The Tycoon (6)

Ye Chen lived in an old neighborhood.

Although the environment was not pleasant, it had convenient transport and was located near the school hence, the house prices were not low.

Chuzheng sent him upstairs and helped him with one hand. Ye Chen felt embarrassed showing his sorry self to her.

But in his heart, he was even more confused that she had not seemed… to do all this to trick him.

But was this possible?

Impossible!

"I've reached home." The young man's voice concealed some emotions as he awkwardly said, "Thank you."

Chuzheng took back her hand while her gaze fell on his hair and glanced through his face. As she saw him lowering his head, she immediately reached out to touch the young man's head.

So soft!

Chuzheng kept her serious and cold expression while touching his head a few times.

Ye Chen was startled but before he could react, Chuzheng had already retracted her hand back as though nothing had happened. "Goodbye."

"Ding-dang, ding-dang…" The accessories on the girl clinked.

Ye Chen continued to stare at her as she left.

There were two street light bulbs not lit up and her shadow flickered between the darkness and light.

Ye Chen gripped the bag in his hands before tilting his head and limping up the stairs.

Ye Chen, you can not trust anyone.

"To think you still know how to come home! Where did you go?"

A sharp yell was heard the moment Ye Chen opened the door.

In the living room, the woman with a sour and harsh face sat on the sofa with her leg over the other while eating melon seeds.

Ye Chen silently closed the door.

From the side of her eye, the woman glanced at him and saw the bag in his hands. "What are you holding?"

Ye Chen silently walked to his room.

The woman stood up and snatched the bag away. She opened it up and flipped through the contents in the bag.

After a moment, she threw the bag onto Ye Chen and the medicine in the bag fell to the ground. "Are you crazy! Why did you buy so much medicine? Do you want to die? Tell me, where did you get so much money? Did you steal from me?"

The woman's scolding rang even louder and she even started to use brute force.

Ye Chen gripped his hands, allowing the woman to scold him.

He could not fight back. He had to tolerate it.

He was going to graduate…

The scolding only ceased when a man walked out from the other room.

The living room became silent, leaving the young man with a pile of medicine on the floor.

He squatted down and slowly picked up the medicine.

Flu medicine, insect repellent…

The young man's expression turned grim.

What did she even buy?

-

Chuzheng had not returned to the Ji family home.

She did not return and no one looked for her either.

The next day, Chuzheng first dyed her hair back as she had not dared to leave the house with that colorful hair of hers.

She also took off the hideous things on her face.

Now, all that was left was the clothes.

Although the individualistic style of the proprietress' clothes was not bad, it did not fit with her cold, devilish bad girl image.

Hence, she decided to change it.

[Main mission: Please spend two hundred thousand dollars in two hours.]

Chuzheng said, "So when I need to spend money, the mission would appear?"

[Little miss, we are a prodigal system. If you can spend money, then do spend the money. Even if you do not need to spend money, do create circumstances for you to spend the money.]The system happily reminded.

Chuzheng: "…"

Two hours was more than the previous time by one hour.

But Chuzheng had not thought that there would be a traffic jam!

Man proposes, God disposes.

When she reached the shopping mall where she could spend twenty thousand dollars worth of clothes, there was only half an hour left.

Chuzheng calmly looked at the signboard and rushed towards the jewelry store.

There was no need to buy clothes to spend two hundred thousand dollars.

"Welcome."

Chuzheng scanned her surroundings and chose the jade section.

"Welcome, what would you like to look at…" The counter's attendant welcomed with a sweet smile.

The opposite party was flabbergasted by Chuzheng's looks and bizarre outfit.

Chuzheng had her hair straightened to her shoulders with beautiful facial features. She was expressionless, looking to be quite a cold person.

Yet she wore… attire like a street gangster as she had a leather jacket and leather pants which even had rivets on it.

Although the clothes were a little strange, it was not out of sorts with the girl's cold demeanor.

Chuzheng swiftly scanned all of the price tags before her gaze stopped at a piece of jade ornament.

"I want this."

The attendant instinctively looked at the price tag.

The girl in front of her had not seemed to be one who could afford such expensive things.

But since they worked here, no matter how their guests were like, they could not neglect them.

She could only tactfully remind her. "Miss, the price is $210,000. But as the store has an anniversary sale, the discounted price is $200,000."

With the price of $200,000 one would definitely know if they had enough money or not.

"Hmm. I want it." Chuzheng expressionlessly nodded her head.

"I want this."

Suddenly, a finger came between them and the owner of the finger pointed at the jade ornament before sweetly saying to the attendant, "Please help me to package it. Thank you."

The counter attendant seemed to know her and felt a little awkward. "Miss Yang, this miss has already chosen it."

"She chose it?" Yang Qianqian tilted her head and looked at Chuzheng. Her gaze scanned through her outfit and had a hint of disdain. "Does she look like she could afford this… Eh? Isn't this Ji Chuzheng?"

Yang Qianqian's gaze fell on Chuzheng's face. She was probably someone who had seen the proprietress' bare face before and hence, recognized her immediately.

"Hehe, I still thought it was someone else! Why didn't you wear your smoky makeup today?" Yang Qianqian's tone was sarcastic.

Yang Qianqian.

The proprietress Chuzheng's classmate.

She was in the same gang as Ji Tongtong and had thought up a lot of rotten ideas to embarrass the proprietress.

Another femme fatale.

She looked so pretty and had a sweet voice yet she was so mean!

Public morals are degenerating with each passing day.

Public morality was not what it used to be.

Moral bankruptcy.

The hypocrisy of the world.

[Little miss, the time is going to be up!]The system reminded Chuzheng.

"Oh."

Right!

She had to spend money.

Chuzheng roasted herself internally before looking at the counter's attendant with a serious face. "The bill."

"Wait a minute." Yang Qianqian stopped the attendant. "I saw this first. You have to give it to me."

"Miss Yang, this…"

The counter attendant was at a loss. Previously, Yang Qianqian had come by but she said she was going to look some more and had not bought it.

"First come, first serve. I came here earlier and told her I would take it later." Yang Qianqian said without a doubt.

"Have you paid for it?" Chuzheng calmly said.

"…" Yang Qianqian coughed before she harrumphed coldly. "So what if I didn't pay yet? My mum is a member here. I don't need to pay the down payment, right?"

The last question was for the counter attendant.

The counter attendant looked at Chuzheng and thought that she did not seem like she would be able to take out the twenty thousand dollar deposit.

On the other hand, Yang Qianqian's mum was indeed a VIP member of their jewelry store hence she weighed the pros and cons before saying, "Yes."

If she offended Yang Qianqian, she could lose her job.

Yang Qianqian smugly smiled and her finger tapped on the counter. "Uncle Ji had long ignored you, how would you have money? Ji Chuzheng, don't puff yourself up and see two hundred thousand as twenty thousand. You're so plain that it's funny."

Yang Qianqian and Ji Tongtong were in cahoots with each other, naturally, they would know everything about the proprietress.

Because of the troubles Chuzheng made, she made Father Ji furious and her card was suspended.

Yang Qianqian was aware of her spending ability and felt that she would not be able to have so much money thus she dared to say those words.

Chuzheng suddenly held her hand out and pinched Yang Qianqian's finger, bending it backward.

Kacha—