The Billionaire's Mischievous Sweetheart
Chapter 64 - 61: Isn’t It Just About Money?

Chapter 64: Chapter 61: Isn’t It Just About Money?

These people were all foreigners. One of them, a mixed-race individual, also had a high nose bridge, green eyes, and blond hair. Probably not much different from the War God in that painting, Qi Longbing mused. The thought made him lose his composure.

Qi Longbing quickly lowered the binoculars he was holding and tossed them to Yu Bao. "You go first, go take care of something." He then quietly gave Yu Bao his instructions.

"Okay," Yu Bao acknowledged and quickly left.

Only then did Qi Longbing stride towards the McDonald’s.

Inside McDonald’s, an unexpected incident was unfolding.

Just as Hua Xiaomo was mopping the floor, perhaps when she inadvertently stepped back, she knocked over a child. The food the child was holding scattered all over the ground.

"WAAAH..." A sudden cry startled everyone in McDonald’s.

"I’m so sorry, so sorry! Where did you get hurt? Big Sister apologizes," Hua Xiaomo quickly helped the child up, apologizing profusely.

The child looked at Hua Xiaomo, struggling to get free while rubbing his head and crying out, "Bad Big Sister, bad Big Sister! My head hurts, my head hurts!"

"Hey! What do you think you’re doing?" A man and a woman, clearly the child’s parents, stormed over.

"I don’t care what happened, you have to compensate us!" the man shouted, then turned to his child, forcing a smile as he cooed, "Sweetie, where does it hurt? Is it serious?"

"My head hurts! Daddy, my head really, really hurts!" the child cried out, his voice getting louder.

"You knocked over my child! This isn’t over! First, pay three thousand yuan. We still need to take him to the hospital for an X-ray to see if anything’s wrong. If there is, we’re not done with you!" the child’s mother shrieked, pointing an accusing finger at Hua Xiaomo.

Hua Xiaomo was speechless. I remember I didn’t step back that far, she thought. Besides, if the child was behind me, how could I have hit his head? Shouldn’t his bottom be what hurts, not his head?

"What’s going on here?" The manager, Zhou Xiyang, who was mixed-race, quickly came over. After listening to the family’s account, he seemed to understand the situation. However, his priority was to maintain normal operations.

Zhou Xiyang said to the family of three, "How about this: we’ll take responsibility for this. It’s our fault, and we will compensate you with a reasonable amount."

"Fine, then pay up! Three thousand yuan, and not a penny less!" the child’s mother demanded arrogantly.

"This..." Zhou Xiyang hesitated. Three thousand yuan was no small sum. How much food would they have to sell to make that up?

Suddenly, a cold, detached voice cut in, "Isn’t it just money you want? Is this enough?"

Then, a thick wad of cash, like falling snowflakes, was thrown in the faces of the family of three. The air filled with fluttering hundred-yuan bills, leaving everyone in the store dumbfounded.

That was at least ten thousand yuan!

Everyone was stunned. They turned towards the person who had suddenly intervened and saw a strikingly handsome and imposing figure appear before them.

Hua Xiaomo froze. Huh? Why is it him? Qi Longbing!

It’s over. He knows I lied, she thought, an inexplicable blush creeping up her cheeks. But no matter what, I caused this incident, so I should be the one to resolve it. He’s nothing to me, and I’m nothing to him. It’s not appropriate for him to handle this. Besides, I don’t think I can’t handle this myself. It’s a bit troublesome, sure, but I, Hua Xiaomo, am not afraid! People like this, trying to pull their scam, ended up running into *him*. They’ve *really* picked the wrong person this time!