I Just Want Players to Save Money, They Insist on Giving Me!
Chapter 146 - 72: Ban Implemented! Lu Long: Steady! Ke Jin: Steady! Players: Let’s f***ing do this!_4

Chapter 146: Chapter 72: Ban Implemented! Lu Long: Steady! Ke Jin: Steady! Players: Let’s f***ing do this!_4

Staring at the ceiling with wide, beautiful eyes, fixated on it intently.

Her neatly aligned pearly teeth grinding back and forth lightly under the soft glow of a milky-white desk lamp.

Two little fists clutched the quilt tightly, as if she was dying to find someone to beat up to vent her anger.

Yuan Qiaoqing, who prided herself as Ke Jin’s number one fan, had been quite happy these days.

The game designer she liked was thriving, everything going smoothly for him.

The company’s scale was also growing bigger and bigger.

Seeing the high-rise buildings he owned, she couldn’t help but feel a different kind of thrill.

He’s the designer I support!

But unexpectedly,

Those buildings hadn’t been standing for long.

They collapsed!

It wasn’t a mere wobble.

They collapsed straight into Atlantis...

Just tonight, she was watching a livestream elatedly, boasting to her girlfriends about how well Pubg was made.

Although she was pretty bad at FPS games and the game didn’t allow for microtransactions, which wasn’t much fun for her to experience,

Just watching it was entertaining enough—to prove just how awesome her homeboy designer was!

But in the next moment, the game got banned!

Yuan Qiaoqing sulked, her face grimacing, and her friends quickly took off seeing that things were amiss.

Taking a few deep breaths, Yuan Qiaoqing reminded herself that she was now a grown-up, having just turned 18.

During her adult ceremony birthday not long ago, she had made a wish and told herself,

She couldn’t rely on Deng’s Strength for everything.

Even though her dad had been making waves in the field of smart AI over the past few years, even going international,

But Yuan Qiaoqing didn’t understand all that fancy stuff; according to what those young Dengs at her company said, it seemed to rank among the world’s top 100 or so.

Always hanging out with business tycoons from various countries, like Rotten Apple, Face Trust, Special Pull, and all that messy bunch—anyhow, they’d often gather for business collaborations and have a cheerful family meal on the side.

He was constantly abroad, hardly in contact with her, and could never be seen during holidays, not even showing up for her 18th birthday, which she had so longed for, citing business as his reason.

Beyond transferring money, he showed no other concern for her, and Yuan Qiaoqing had no idea what Old Deng was so busy with every day.

But it didn’t matter.

In her one-sided view, the father-daughter relationship wasn’t so much walking on thin ice but definitely on high alert.

Anyway, when she ran out of money, she’d just reach out to him, and that would be that—as long as she has her money, he could do whatever he liked, even die out there for all she cared.

Yuan Qiaoqing had vowed to formally disassociate from her father after she turned 18.

Just taking a million a month that he gave her for pocket money, and not a penny more! That would be the ironclad evidence of their broken relationship!

But now, this sudden incident.

Thinking about the game designer she liked so much, probably unable to sleep tonight due to the game being banned, perhaps hiding under the covers crying secretly,

Yuan Qiaoqing couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger.

How dare they suppress the designer I support!

Netcom, you dog thing, looking for death, huh!

I’ll show you the power of Baby Ke’s number one fan!

Reluctantly, she took out her phone, scrolled through the blacklist, and found that long-distance international number: "Forget it! I’ll sever ties with my father next month!"

She would block him every month, only unblocking when she needed money.

Today is an exception!

She dialed!

The call was quickly answered after just a couple of rings.

Yuan Qiaoqing instantly switched from a face full of disdain to a sweet, sing-song tone.

"Daddy~ what are you up to?"

"Qiaoqing, daddy’s in a meeting, let’s talk later, okay?" A doting, deep male voice came from the other end.

With that, he hung up the phone.

Yuan Qiaoqing’s face immediately turned dark.

Clenching her teeth, she dialed again.

"Qiaoqing... daddy said, I’m in a meeti..." Before the sentence was finished on the other end,

A cold, emotionless sing-song voice said,

"Old Deng, the specter’s parked downstairs of our villa, you go to your meeting, it’s fine, go on, have a few more."