Wen Ying, clutching the two thousand yuan from Chen Ru, got into the car in a daze, unable to snap out of it for a long time.
This money was actually from her grandma!
Wen Ying’s impression of the old lady was that she favoured boys over girls.
Wen Ying never expected her grandma to give her money. An old lady without even a pension could barely take care of herself, let alone have spare cash for Wen Ying.
In her past life, there was no such thing as this two thousand yuan. Wen Ying got into the provincial key school through backdoor connections, hardly a glorious achievement, so naturally, her grandma didn’t give her any money.
As for later, when she got into university, whether her grandma gave her a “red envelope,” Wen Ying had no idea.
From childhood, Wen Ying never kept her own New Year’s money. Red envelopes from relatives were handed over to Chen Ru the moment she got home. Chen Ru never shortchanged her on food or clothes, but controlling her own pocket money? Out of the question.
Perhaps in her past life, her grandma had given money, but Chen Ru never mentioned it.
Now, not only did she mention it, but she also handed the two thousand yuan directly to Wen Ying.
Wen Ying felt this was her mum starting to trust her abilities, believing she could manage her pocket money responsibly… This was indeed a big step forward in their mother-daughter relationship. Chen Ru pulling this off just before heading to the airport left Wen Ying stunned.
When she came to, Wen Ying quickly pulled out her phone to text Xie Qian: “My mum didn’t just let me go to Macau, she even gave me money. Can you believe it?”
Xie Qian’s reply was sharp, cutting straight to the truth:
“Probably because your exam results were decent.”
That was definitely part of it, but not the whole story.
Wen Ying huffed and told Xie Qian that the two thousand yuan was her stake for Macau. If she won, she’d buy him a gift; if she lost it all, she’d stop!
“…”
Xie Qian replied with a string of ellipses.
If Wen Ying’s mum heard this, not only would the two thousand yuan be taken back, but Wen Ying wouldn’t escape a scolding.
Speaking of which, wasn’t Wen Ying’s mum too trusting of the Qin family? She didn’t even suspect that the Qin family taking Wen Ying to Macau was to let her “broaden her horizons” at a casino!
Xie Qian wasn’t saying this parenting approach was wrong, but what if Wen Ying was sharp in other areas but foolish when it came to gambling? The Qin family taking her to a Macau casino would be like tossing a little mouse into a pack of wild cats—a plump hamster wouldn’t even be enough for one bite.
Xie Qian sent the ellipses and went silent. Wen Ying didn’t think much of it. The Macau trip was arranged by the Qin family, who were only taking Qin Yi, Qin Jiao, and Wen Ying. Wen Ying felt too awkward to ask them to bring Xie Qian along.
A place like a casino wasn’t suitable for Xie Qian anyway.
Others went to casinos for thrills, but Xie Qian’s life didn’t need that kind of excitement. If possible, it was best for Xie Qian to stay far away from casinos forever.
While texting Xie Qian, Wen Ying had already made up her mind to lose the two thousand yuan, then, back in Chengdu, nag Xie Qian daily about how heartbroken she was, making him forever repulsed by gamblers and casinos!
Sigh, sacrificing her own image to give Xie Qian a vivid “anti-gambling lesson”—Xie Qian better appreciate her painstaking effort… Thinking of Xie Qian’s fate in her past life, Wen Ying’s eyes dimmed.
Not all gambling involves money. Some gamble their future, their lives, and losing means losing everything.
At the airport, Qin Xianming, Qin Yi, and Qin Jiao arrived before Wen Ying. Qin Jiao hurried over, taking Wen Ying’s small suitcase.
“Let me.”
Qin Yi took the suitcase from Wen Ying, carrying it, “You didn’t bring anything prohibited or dangerous, right? This bag’s small, no need to check it.”
Yu Wei had just finished checking in the Qin family’s luggage when he saw Wen Ying and froze.
“Boss Qin, this—”
This round-faced girl, wasn’t she Deng Shangwei’s niece?
The Qin family’s Macau trip, even the tickets, were booked by Yu Wei. He clearly remembered booking six tickets: three for the Qin family, one for himself, and two for Qin Xianming’s bodyguards.
Six tickets, crystal clear. Yu Wei had handled the luggage check-in, and there was definitely no share for Wen Ying!
Besides, didn’t Qin Xianming deeply dislike Deng Shangwei? Why bring Deng Shangwei’s niece to Macau for fun?
Yu Wei, guilty as a thief, became wary the moment he saw Wen Ying.
Qin Xianming brushed it off, saying casually, “Jiao Jiao requested it. One more isn’t a big deal, let’s bring her along.”
Qin Jiao and Wen Ying were huddled together, whispering about something, their heads nearly touching, clearly very close.
Deng Shangwei’s niece was quite the flatterer, winning Qin Jiao over so well that she insisted on bringing her to Macau.
Yu Wei realised he was overreacting. Even if Deng Shangwei suddenly showed up at the airport, what could he change? Qin Xianming was already hooked, and no one could easily pull him back—not Deng Shangwei, and certainly not a little girl!
Figuring this out, Yu Wei not only didn’t give Wen Ying a cold shoulder but was extra polite to her.
From waiting to boarding, Yu Wei ensured the group was well taken care of. If this guy weren’t Yu Wenhao’s son, he’d actually be a talented assistant.
To hire a top assistant, you need to pay a top salary—penny for penny is the truth.
As for Yu Wei, what he wanted from Qin Xianming was far more valuable, so no amount of grovelling was surprising.
Since Qin Jiao and the others’ tickets were arranged by Yu Wei, Wen Ying’s was booked separately by Qin Xianming’s secretary, so Wen Ying’s seat wasn’t with theirs. The Qin family was in business class, Wen Ying in economy.
This was Wen Ying’s own request.
Chen Ru had given the Qin family twenty thousand yuan for Wen Ying’s Macau trip, and economy class round-trip was the best choice.
Qin Xianming thought Wen Ying’s upbringing was admirable and respected her family’s pride, not forcing her to join them in business class.
No need.
Letting the girl keep some pride was good.
With Wen Ying’s abilities, she’d be flying first class worldwide someday—no need to rush now.
Seeing Wen Ying head to economy class, Yu Wei found it amusing: he’d definitely overreacted. This was just the treatment for Qin Xianming’s daughter’s tag-along!
Yu Wei’s inner drama was too much. Wen Ying couldn’t care less about what a soon-to-be-irrelevant side character thought. Qin Xianming’s secretary had booked her a window seat. Short as she was, Wen Ying had to stand on tiptoes to reach the overhead bin. The flight attendants were busy with other passengers, and after a few tries, Wen Ying couldn’t get her bag up.
A hand steadied her bag, and with a slight push, Wen Ying’s bag landed securely in the bin.
“Thanks… Xie Qian?”
Wen Ying turned and her eyes widened.
Xie Qian looked different from usual, wearing a black hoodie, very casual.
The tall, lanky teen looked good in anything, but squeezed into the narrow economy class aisle, looking down at her, Wen Ying suddenly felt an odd pressure.
Something wasn’t right. Why was Xie Qian on the plane?
Wen Ying lowered her voice, “Are you stalking me? Even if you’re handsome, you can’t do this. It’s a crime, you know!”
