Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 858: Have your dad come see me in person, have one hundred million ready.

Chapter 858: Chapter 858: Have your dad come see me in person, have one hundred million ready.

Recalling the day he learned of his father’s car accident, Ke Yiming’s body shivered involuntarily.

Lately, the happenings in their family had indeed been very strange.

Grandma fell ill, his father’s streak of bad luck continued, and then his older brother got into trouble as well.

After graduation, his elder brother was placed in the company and married a woman of equal social standing. Their union was a marriage of two powerful families. Their relationship wasn’t good but also wasn’t bad, best described as a marriage in name only. Five years ago, his sister-in-law bore him a nephew.

Some time ago, as the company’s heir, his brother was caught in an affair by the paparazzi. Although the photos weren’t made public, his sister-in-law found out, and now they were in the midst of a divorce battling for the child’s custody.

To say they were fighting over the child’s custody isn’t quite right—it was more about his sister-in-law not being satisfied with the property settlement, wanting to bite off a large chunk from the Ke Family.

As for Ke Yiming himself, he didn’t know what was going on recently, but friends he used to be close with now shunned him as if he carried a virus all over his body.

Just tonight, he had the misfortune of being ambushed and took several hits. His back still hurt terribly, but fortunately, a classmate happened to pass by and the hooligans scattered after seeing someone show up.

He waited at school for half a day, but the family car that was supposed to pick him up never came. A classmate mentioned coming to this area to hang out, so he joined them.

But he never would have guessed that a girl who didn’t seem much older than him could pinpoint the messy situation at his home with just a few words.

Qin Ruan’s eyes sparkled with mirth, her voice clear and gentle, "Why I know this is something your father should talk to me about."

The boy before her was already doubting his life, and the education he had received over a decade seemed about to be overturned. Look at that pale little face, his eyes wavering, he seemed quite pitiful.

Ke Yiming pursed his lips tightly, his gaze darkened, "Do you know who my dad is?"

Qin Ruan responded calmly, "The boss of Yahuang Entertainment, Ke Zhibin."

Ke Yiming’s breath caught. She actually knew his father, and for a moment, his mind was filled with suspicion.

His voice was hoarse, "Then you should also know that if you lie to me, with the Ke Family’s power, we will make sure you regret it."

Qin Ruan lifted her eyelids, her eyes, not reaching the smile on her lips, fixed on him as she spoke lightly, "Don’t talk so big. Go back and tell your father to prepare a hundred million before he comes to see me."

Ke Yiming was dumbstruck, his voice trembling, "A hundred million?!"

Mister Song’s eyes almost bulged out on hearing this, not to mention the other teenagers around.

Some couldn’t help but laugh sarcastically, "Pfft! You probably don’t even know how much a hundred million is. Got money on the brain, have you? You look decent enough, didn’t expect you’d be such a greedy scammer. Charlatans like you should be arrested to prevent spoiling the Capital City’s environment!"

Mister Song’s face darkened, and he frowned disapprovingly, glaring at the girl who had spoken.

The girl carried a cold and proud look in her eyes, acting superior and disdainful.

Qin Ruan looked past the crowd and gazed at the black luxury car parked not far away.

A middle-aged man emerged from the driver’s seat, stood at the edge of the road scanning the area for something. Soon his gaze settled on Ke Yiming and his group, his expression relaxed and he walked over quickly.

Hearing the girl’s words, the other students also started to speak up: "Exactly, bragging without basis, not afraid to sprain your tongue with such a big wind."

"A hundred million, do you want one hundred billion in joss paper instead?"

"Hahaha... Joss paper? Dongzi, you’re really mean!"

"I’m just being clever!" a tall youth glanced at the middle-aged man approaching rapidly, slung an arm around Ke Yiming’s shoulder, and snorted at Qin Ruan with a laugh, "Better scram, Miss Ke is not someone street charlatans like you can afford to offend. His dad is not someone to mess with. If he finds out you’ve conned Miss Ke, he might just kick you out of Capital City overnight."

He would never admit that, upon seeing Qin Ruan’s handsome face, he reminded the other person in a mean tone to hurry up and escape.

Qin Ruan’s eyebrows lifted slightly as he tilted his chin toward Ke Yiming, "Young Master Ke, your ride has arrived. If your father doesn’t come by nine o’clock, please forgive me, but I won’t wait past the appointed time."

Ke Yiming turned to look, and the driver, Uncle Liu, who usually picked him up, had already approached.

Driver Liu from the Ke Family spoke hurriedly, "Young Master, I finally found you. I couldn’t get through when I called your phone; I only found out you were here after asking at the school gate."

Ke Yiming furrowed his brow, "Uncle Liu, you’re late."

Uncle Liu touched the cold sweat on his forehead, "I apologize, Young Master, there was a traffic jam on the way here, and I am late."

Ke Yiming, "Was it jammed for that long?"

Uncle Liu grimaced, "It was really strange today, I encountered three car accidents along the way, and was stuck in traffic for over two hours."

Ke Yiming pursed his lips, remembering Qin Ruan’s words that the person coming to pick him up today would be caught in a traffic jam, and indeed, it had happened just as the latter had predicted.

He turned back to Qin Ruan and said earnestly, "I will convey your words to my father, and I hope you aren’t deceiving me."

He was uncertain whether Qin Ruan truly had such ability, or if she had already done her research on him and was waiting here to set a trap for him.

Given the gravity of the situation, he needed to go back and discuss it with his family.

Qin Ruan waved his hand, "Go ahead, and be careful on the road."

The big and tall youth named Dongzi let go of Ke Yiming’s shoulder, his face filled with shock, "Holy shit! Did she actually get it right?"

The disdainful-looking girl beside him scoffed, "It’s just like a blind cat running into a dead mouse!"

Ke Yiming didn’t care about their discussions, and politely said to everyone, "Thanks for your help at the school gate, I’m going home now, see you tomorrow."

"Yiming, I’ll go with you!"

Seeing that he was ready to leave, Dongzi quickly followed.

The two were classmates and on good terms on regular days. Even when Ke Yiming’s fair-weather friends kept their distance, Dongzi still addressed him as brother.

Qin Ruan watched the two leave, not paying attention to the few remaining students, and sat back down in front of her stall.

She asked Old Master Song, "About that deal you mentioned earlier, the one where they put down a deposit of tens of millions to get rid of the Puppet, where did you hear about it?"

Before Old Master Song could answer, a scoffing laughter sounded again. The girl with full hostility towards Qin Ruan and Old Master Song taunted, "Going on about tens of millions and billions, I think you’ve gone mad! I’ve never seen people so eager to pretend to be something they’re not, putting on airs while being poor. You truly have no shame!"

She seemed to really look down on these stall-holding charlatans, lifting her chin arrogantly and speaking to the other students, "I’m going home, today has really brought bad luck!"

Following the girl’s departure, the other few students also dispersed.

From start to end, Qin Ruan and Old Master Song remained silent.

They exchanged glances, their faces revealing helplessness and a wry smile.

It wasn’t that they had anything against the girl that had left; they believed in scientific theory and considered themselves qualified successors of socialism.

Old Master Song shook his head with a bemused smile, pulled up a chair to sit opposite Qin Ruan, and continued the previous topic, "Don’t look at us stall-holders, we might not make a thousand or eight hundred in a day, but we do have our own channels for getting other types of business."