Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 23: I Want You for 1 Year (1)

Chapter 23: Chapter 23: I Want You for 1 Year (1)

When her words fell, the faces of several people changed drastically, turning into an ugly shade of cyan and purple. They all wished they could dig out the crab they had just eaten; the aunt was even grinding her teeth in anger.

Qiao Mo withdrew her gaze indifferently and turned to go upstairs, but her heart became increasingly cold.

It was only after her figure completely disappeared that the downstairs became noisy again.

"What were you thinking buying crab! If I get cancer, I’ll never let you off the hook!" Qiao Deshan blamed his wife, feeling uncomfortable as he recalled how much he had just eaten.

"Alright, stop arguing!" Old Mrs. Qiao spoke sternly, her face unpleasant.

"Grandma, I inquired today, Qin Zhaoran’s surgery costs about fifty million yuan, which is not a small amount." Qiao Yin spoke gently on the side.

"Fifty million?"

Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Qiao was somewhat surprised, then narrowed her eyes slightly, rolling the Buddha Beads in her hand, she slowly said, "If it really is fifty million, there’s no fear she won’t agree to the matter with Chairman Xia."

But Zhao Hongxia, upon hearing this, immediately became agitated: "If we really gave her fifty million, even if we manage to loan one hundred million, we’ll be more than half short! Our big family only gets fifty million, why should those two little bastards get half!"

"Short-sighted fool!" The old lady scolded her.

"How can you be so stupid! If we really loan this money, how much we give to Qiao Mo is up to us to decide. Even if we give her five million, she has to bear it!" Qiao Deshan sided in, and Zhao Hongxia’s eyes instantly lit up.

Old Mrs. Qiao’s hands holding the Buddha Beads paused slightly, but she made no sound.

Song Yuqin, on the side, quickly saw through the old lady’s thoughts. When her husband was around, he was good to these two illegitimate children, so the old lady couldn’t be too harsh. Even stepping back, they are ultimately blood of the Qiao family. Though the old lady is shrewd, she wouldn’t want to go too far.

Song Yuqin calculated a moment, then immediately spoke: "If we really secure this loan, why not give Xiao Mo twenty million, after all, she contributed more, she deserves a bigger share."

Upon hearing, Old Mrs. Qiao finally nodded contentedly: "Yes, that’s how we’ll do it. It’ll be an account for Deshou when he returns."

Zhao Hongxia, though still unwilling, couldn’t say more upon seeing the old lady’s approval. She could only redirect her resentment towards Qiao Mo: "Humph, pretending to be so noble! I want to see if she’s still so high and mighty when she has to beg us to cozy up to Chairman Xia!"

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The night in late autumn carries a chill, even through the windows.

Qiao Mo took a shower and poured herself a glass of wine, leaning against the bay window with her wine glass as she gazed at the night outside.

Remembering Old Mrs. Qiao’s words, she couldn’t help but let out a self-deprecating laugh.

Turns out she could secure a billion-dollar loan in just one night.

She really didn’t know she was worth so much.

She gently sipped a mouthful of red wine, the sweet taste spreading between her lips and teeth.

She had met Chairman Xia before, a truly oily and corpulent man.

Qiao Mo couldn’t help but think self-mockingly, rather than meeting a man like Chairman Xia, she might as well have gone with Fu Nancheng today.

Even setting aside the fact that they’ve slept together, at least he was more pleasant to the eyes, wasn’t he?

After a while, Qiao Mo habitually opened her diary.

The diary was a birthday gift from the orphanage director when she was eight years old, with a leather-texture cover, somewhat old, and the paper was dull yellow, but thick enough to rival the most comprehensive Chinese-English dictionary.