PDLP Chapter 158 How Do You Know Where I Am
Chapter 158 How Do You Know Where I Am
Qiao Jingyu glanced at Lu Jinghai with cold eyes. Her eyes were like cold stars, making people dare not look directly at her. She opened her red lips slightly and said in a cold tone: "I won't give you a penny! Mu Kaiyuan was wronged by you. It is only natural to clear his name. This is your responsibility! And you, no matter what kind of punishment you suffer, it is all your own fault and you deserve it! Therefore, don't expect to get even a penny from me or Mu Kaiyuan!"
Lu Jinghai's face showed a ferocious expression, and he responded fiercely: "Humph, if that's the case, then this press conference will definitely not be held!"
Qiao Jingyu raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile, and asked disdainfully: "Do you really think you can threaten me like this? Even if you don't hold this press conference, you and your family will still be scorned and despised by everyone, and your company will definitely go bankrupt. As for your son, no matter when and where he is, he will bear the shameful label of a rapist and will never be able to raise his head!"
Then, after a short pause, Qiao Jingyu continued to talk: "However, if you really decide to hold this press conference, it may indeed attract many people's rebukes and scolding at the beginning. But, as long as you can sincerely admit your mistakes and fully show the deep regret in your heart, then as time goes by, the anger in people's hearts will inevitably subside little by little. After all, there is an old saying - 'No one is perfect'! I believe that the general public will not be completely without a tolerant heart." At this point, she paused for a moment, then changed the subject, and her tone became a little sharp, "Even if you don't want to hold this press conference, it doesn't really have much impact on me. The reason why I told you so much is purely because I don't like what you did. So, you don't have any capital to discuss the so-called conditions with me now!"
Just as Qiao Jingyu turned around and was about to open the door and leave, her eyes accidentally swept across the broken phone. So she stopped, turned her head to look at Song Yang, and asked, "Brother Song, how much did you pay for this phone?"
When Song Yang heard Qiao Jingyu's sudden question, he was confused and kept wondering: Why are you still concerned about the price of my phone at this time? But despite this, he still answered honestly: "More than 7,000 yuan."
Qiao Jingyu nodded after listening to it, then took out a small and exquisite notebook and a pen from her bag, handed them to Song Yang, and said to him: "Write down your bank card number."
Song Yang already knew clearly what Qiao Jingyu was going to do next. He just shook his head gently, smiled and said, "There's really no need to do this. As long as the teacher is safe and sound, a mere cell phone doesn't matter..." However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Qiao Jingyu.
"Write quickly!" Qiao Jingyu's tone was extremely firm and left no room for doubt.
Song Yang sighed helplessly, picked up a pen, quickly and neatly wrote down his bank card number, and then handed the notebook to Qiao Jingyu.
After Qiao Jingyu took the notebook, she tore off the page with the card number without hesitation and carefully placed it on the table. Then, she turned to look at Lu Jinghai and said solemnly: "Please transfer the money for the purchase of this phone to this card number today, just transfer 7000 yuan. We won't charge the extra few hundred yuan. Although this phone is not brand new, we can't take advantage of you."
Hearing this, Song Yang on the side couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Isn't this considered taking advantage? I've been using this phone for a full year and a half!"
At this moment, the expression on Lu Jinghai's face was extremely colorful, even more colorful than a palette. He stared at Qiao Jingyu with his eyes wide open, as if there was a raging fire in his eyes. His lips kept trembling, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
After dealing with this matter, Qiao Jingyu and Song Yang enjoyed a simple lunch together. After that, Qiao Jingyu went to a hotel alone to rest for a while. It turned out that she had been guarding Duan Yuchen and taking care of him last night. She almost didn't close her eyes all night. At this moment, she felt dizzy and heavy in her head. As soon as she entered the room, she collapsed on the bed like a deflated ball and soon fell into a sweet dream.
Qiao Jingyu was awakened by a ringing phone. When she opened her eyes, it was already dark. It was Feng Bo calling, "Special Assistant Feng."
"Ms. Qiao, please get ready. Dong Lei will pick you up in a while."
Qiao Jingyu was still confused, "Why did you pick me up?"
"Have dinner with Mr. Duan."
Qiao Jingyu had just finished washing up when Dong Lei arrived. His timing was so accurate that if you didn’t know, you would think Dong Lei lived next door to her!
Qiao Jingyu originally wanted to ask Dong Lei how he knew she lived here, but when she thought that Dong Lei was a taciturn person, she didn't ask. When she saw Feng Bo later, she might as well ask him!
When Qiao Jingyu arrived at the Yulixi Hotel, Feng Bo was already waiting at the door.
The two walked into the hotel together. While riding the elevator, Qiao Jingyu asked Feng Bo, "Assistant Feng, I didn't tell you where I was. How did you know?"
Feng Bo said mysteriously, "Mr. Duan knows everything about Miss Qiao."
There it is again.
Later, Qiao Jingyu understood the true meaning of Feng Bo's words. It turned out that Duan Yuchen had silently done so many things for her.
Feng Bo sent Qiao Jingyu to the door of Duan Yuchen's room, stopped, and said meaningfully, "Miss Qiao had a good time tonight."
Qiao Jingyu smiled politely, "Thank you, Special Assistant Feng."
Feng Bo took a few steps and turned back, "Miss Qiao."
Qiao Jingyu was about to open the door, then pulled back her hand and asked, "Assistant Feng, is there anything else?"
"Could you please accompany Mr. Duan tonight?" Feng Bo said sincerely, "Mr. Duan hasn't slept as soundly as he did last night for a long time, and he basically didn't have a headache today."
"But I..."
"Then I'll trouble you tonight, Miss Qiao." Feng Bo bowed deeply, then left quickly, wishing he could reach the elevator in one step.
Qiao Jingyu: “…” But she hasn’t agreed yet!
Qiao Jingyu rang the doorbell, and the door opened soon. Duan Yuchen was now at the door. The lights in the room seemed to be off, and it was a little dark. His handsome features looked more three-dimensional and profound in the dim environment.
"Come in," he said.