Gu Ranran angrily flipped through the documents, signed her name, and then slammed the pen onto the table.
Qin He sat up and leisurely examined the signature.
"En, Ranran, as your future sister-in-law, I actually feel for you. You originally only asked for 150 million from the family, and I offered you 200 million. In a way, you should be thanking me."
Gu Ranran sneered, "Qin He, the jewelry and accessories you swindled from me are already worth more than 100 million!"
Qin He nodded with a smile and turned to call the butler, "Give her the card."
The butler handed over a bank card, which Gu Ranran took.
Yang Hao's eyes practically lit up.
Two hundred million! He had never had so much money before; it was like a dream!
Qin He leaned back on the sofa and laughed, "Ranran, I didn't force you to sign. You did it willingly."
Gu Ranran stared coldly at Qin He.
Qin He smiled, "The password is your birthday. Oh, right, since you're here, why not stay for lunch?"
Qin He, acting like the lady of the house, smilingly invited Gu Ranran.
That smile was like a thorn, piercing Gu Ranran's heart.
It seemed her family had truly abandoned her.
Gu Ranran looked coldly at Qin He. "You don't need to say anything here! Brother Hao, let's go!"
Qin He raised an eyebrow. As she watched them leave, she couldn't resist a parting shot, "When you were signing the contract, why didn't you say I didn't need to speak? What an ungrateful wretch!"
After Gu Ranran and Yang Hao left, it took a while for the butler to report that they had exited the old residence. Only then did Qin He relax.
Madam Gu, who had been turning away, began to tremble, tears streaming down her face.
"Will this really work?"
Qin He's heart ached too, seeing Gu Ranran's pained expression.
She sighed, "It will work, but it's hurtful. But now that Song Nuan has approached Yang Hao, we can't wait any longer."
After leaving the Gu family's old residence, Gu Ranran and Yang Hao drove directly home.
On the road, Yang Hao, unable to drive due to drinking, sat in the passenger seat.
Gu Ranran's eyes were filled with tears, her vision blurred.
Distracted, she nearly rear-ended a car. She pulled over to the side of the road and sobbed, leaning over the steering wheel.
"Brother Hao, I don't understand what's happening in this world. Why does it feel like everyone has suddenly left me?"
Yang Hao's mind was consumed by the 200 million.
Gu Ranran had put the bank card in her bag.
A 200 million bank card!
With that much money, Yang Hao was more gentle than ever, patiently comforting Gu Ranran.
"Don't worry, once our bar opens, I'll work hard and make that sister-in-law of yours regret it!"
"When we have our own place, we'll earn money, pay back this 200 million, and find a way to kick out your awful sister-in-law."
Gu Ranran's eyes were teary and a bit dazed. "But Qin He wasn't like this before. Why has she suddenly changed?"
Her friends, and even her best friend Ming Xue, had stopped contacting her recently.
Had they been friends with the eldest daughter of the Gu family, not with her, Gu Ranran?
Yang Hao chimed in, "Ranran, you're too naive. You don't know how wicked people can be. Society is just like this."
The car drove back to Tingqing Road, and the two of them got out and returned to the apartment.
Gu Ranran was not in high spirits. Yang Hao took the initiative to go to the kitchen and made her a bowl of egg noodles.
"There, you're home early today. You haven't eaten breakfast yet. Quickly eat this noodle."
Gu Ranran took the noodles and ate them, tears falling.
Yang Hao stood beside Gu Ranran, but his phone rang from his pants pocket.
He took it out and answered, his brow furrowing. "What? Today? How can the timing be so tight?"
Gu Ranran, who had just taken a bite of noodles, put them down. With red eyes, she looked at Yang Hao after he finished his call and asked solicitously, "What's wrong, Brother Hao?"
Yang Hao's expression was grim. "The DJ I contacted before said if I don't sign today, she'll sign with Ye Lan."
Gu Ranran hadn't taken that internet-famous DJ seriously before, but seeing Yang Hao unhappy, she quickly said, "Then hurry up and sign with her."
Yang Hao's expression looked troubled.
Gu Ranran understood immediately and said, "Is it about money? I'll get it for you."
She took the card from her bag. "Brother Hao, take this. I don't understand anything about what the bar needs. Our budget was originally 150 million, and now there's 200 million here. It should be enough."
Yang Hao looked at the card being handed to him, incredulous.
Were there really people this foolish in the world? Two hundred million, and she just gave it to him like that?
"Ranran, you are truly the most adorable girl in the world." Yang Hao hugged Gu Ranran and kissed her cheek. "I will definitely start my business well and achieve something, so your family will accept us. I will never fail you in this life."
Having spent a lot of time in nightlife, Yang Hao could spout sweet nothings all day without repeating himself.
His words had moved Gu Ranran to tears, though he felt a bit amused inside.
He had sold alcohol in bars and worked as a host in clubs; he was best at these heart-touching words. Otherwise, how could customers order drinks?
It was just that this fool believed him.
Serves her right for being cheated.
Yang Hao, holding the card, rushed out the door. Downstairs, he got into his car and took out his phone.
The call log was blank. Yang Hao let out a light laugh and turned off the dozen alarms he had set.
He had initially thought he needed to make it seem like he was constantly pressuring her for Gu Ranran to give him the money, but it turned out to be less troublesome than expected.
He whistled and found the internet-famous DJ's WeChat in his contacts.
"Baby, are you home?"
"Hi, didn't you say a few days ago you wanted a car? Brother will take you shopping?"
Half an hour later, Yang Hao's car stopped at the entrance of an apartment building.
A woman with heavy makeup and revealing clothes came downstairs.
She had dyed her hair red, and her exposed skin bore more than a dozen tattoos.
Yang Hao looked at the woman, his desire surging.
He was tired of such plain fare and had little interest in Gu Ranran's simple taste.
Women like this had more flavor, were more open, and could have more fun.
With someone like Gu Ranran, if he played a little too rough, she might cry for a while. Yang Hao had learned his lesson from past experiences, not to mention he was genuinely intimidated by Yan Chen's threat that day.
After the woman got into the car, she hugged Yang Hao's neck and kissed him.
"What made you think of buying me a car? That car is over 300,000 yuan."
Yang Hao smiled, "I'm not buying that one."
"Ah? But I like BMWs. That's the lowest model they have," the woman pouted.
Yang Hao chuckled, "I'll buy you a Maserati."
"The 2-million-plus model?"
"Yes."
Yang Hao still had some rationality. This woman was just a long-term casual partner; a Maserati was enough for him to enjoy for years.
After accompanying the woman to buy the car, on the way back, they engaged in some "friendly exchange" inside the car.