The Rich Second Generation Villain’s Father

At 5:00 p.m.

Staring at Qin Tian who was getting dressed and the three shopping bags placed in the Presidential Suite, Deng Yuqing felt as if she was dreaming.

In the afternoon, Qin Tian took her to a high-end shopping mall and randomly picked three sets of clothes.

Then, they arrived at this hotel and checked into a room.

Those three sets of clothes were put in these three shopping bags.

It cost a total of more than one hundred thousand yuan.

One hundred thousand yuan just for these three sets of clothes?

She didn’t even dare to think of something like this before.

She had already come prepared, which was why she stayed at the hotel with Qin Tian.

But now, Qin Tian seems like he was about to leave?

Dingdong!

As she thought to herself, a notification alert rang on her phone.

Deng Yuqing subconsciously took out her phone to take a look.

It was a bank notification message of receiving funds.

"Your card ending with number 3654 on April 29th at 5:03 pm ICBC has been credited with 100000 yuan. Balance 110583.21 yuan. [ICBC]"

"One hundred thousand yuan?" Deng Yuqing froze.

Putting his clothes on, Qin Tian put away his phone.

"I still have something to do. So, I wouldn't be able to eat dinner with you. Take the money and order whatever food you like to eat."

Deng Yuqing had yet to snap out of it.

100,000 yuan for a meal?

But as it was Qin Tian who gave her money, she naturally didn’t need to pretend to be noble.

She quickly nodded her head.

"Oh! Then if I have to contact you, can I send you messages through WeChat?"

"If you have something to do with me, you can send me a WeChat or call me. But you should never come to my house or company to find me… Remember the conditions that I have said before."

"Um… Yes, I remember."

Bang!

After Qin Tian walked out, he closed the door of the room leaving Deng Yuqing, who was joyful inside, alone on the bed hugging the quilt and ‘giggling' to herself.

It was evident that the woman didn’t lie to her.

Rather than working hard to earn money, it was better to find a rich man.

Wouldn’t she be scorned by everyone for being the lover of the rich man?

Damn them.

In present-day society, wealthy people make the rules.

Didn’t she receive more than 100,000 yuan of clothes and 100,000 yuan of cash just for spending an afternoon with him?

An average woman would never be able to do it!

And didn’t it cost 18888 yuan to stay in a Presidential Suite for a night?

Couldn’t she stay here until tomorrow morning?

As she thought to herself, something crossed in Deng Yuqing’s mind. She hurriedly put on her clothes.

She then picked up her phone which she was too embarrassed to do in Qin Tian’s presence.

She also shot a few pictures of herself and shared them with her friends.

Although she felt sore, she couldn’t contain her inner joy.

Click, click, click!

She posed by forming a heart then a scissor hand with her fingers.

After taking dozens of selfies and choosing a few of the most satisfactory photos, she added a text.

"The decoration of this room is so beautiful, I love it."

Click to send!

One had to say, Deng Yuqing was quite pretty.

She was of the same height as Su Yanran. Although her looks and temperament were a bit inferior to Su Yanran's, she was a bit more lively and spirited.

In the eyes of others, she was qualified to be called a goddess.

When a goddess posts, she would naturally attract a bunch of flies.

For instance, just like now, she posted this on her circle of friends, and in less than 10 minutes, a group of licking dogs praised her in the comments.

"A goddess is always a goddess. Even the place she lives is completely different from others."

"Where is this place? It looks so high-class."

"This place must be very expensive, right? It seems like ordinary people probably couldn't afford to live here."

"I envy her!"

As she saw the comments complimenting her, Deng Yuqing felt satisfied.

She was even a bit regretful that she didn't shoot the interior of the Rolls Royce earlier.

"It seems like you're taken care of by a rich person! If not, how can you afford to live there with your present salary?"

Who the hell was this?

In such a harmonious comment section, how can something like this show up?

She instantly deleted it without even intending to explain.

Although it was true, she felt quite uncomfortable letting it remain in the comment section.

***

Was there something wrong with Qin Tian?

It wasn’t a big deal at all.

He handed over the company's affairs to Mu Die.

Mu Die's ability was not inferior. As long as she didn’t have to meet with any important clients, she could handle the company’s affairs.

So what Qin Tian needed to deal with were only some personal matters.

When he came downstairs from the hotel, Old Li and the rest were already waiting for him for a long time.

Qin Tian stayed in the hotel for almost two hours, and they waited for him in the lobby the entire time.

The Rolls Royce headed in the direction of the Jinghai Hospital.

"Ah, I can't stand it, Doctor Feng… How long do I have to stay here, anyway?"

When Doctor Feng, who came to the hospital every day, saw Qin Shijie asking him, he answered him respectfully.

"Young Master, it would take at least a hundred days to heal your muscles and bones. We just finished your surgery yesterday. If you want to walk on your own feet, it would take at least another month."

"A month?" Qin Shijie almost fainted upon hearing so, "My God, After a month, school’s summer vacation will be almost over."

"It can't be helped."

"Damn!"

Qin Shijie, who already had a plaster on his leg, couldn't help but curse again.

For a hyperactive person like him, if he was let to stay on a bed for a month, it was the same as taking his life.

"I’d say you deserve it. Who told you to go and cause trouble?"

Qin Tian along with Old Li pushed the door open.

Was Old Li carrying a bag with him?

"Huh? Dad? Why are you here?"

Qin Tian looked at his trash son, "What? Is this hospital a restricted place for me? Why can’t I come here?"

"No!" Qin Shijie smiled, "I didn't mean to say that. By the way, Dad, what happened to that kid who broke my leg?"

"That kid's name is Lin Feng. He had some connections with the Su family. I'm still dealing with it."

"What? Su family? Then won't I be able to take my revenge?"

He was well aware that the Su family was the same as the Qin family. They wouldn’t tear off their faces if they didn't have to.

"It’s not that bad." As he spoke of this, Qin Tian took a glance at Old Li, "Old Li, put down the things. Both of you may take your leave."

"Don’t forget to close the door behind you."

"Yes, President Qin."

As he saw the two taking their leave and his dad picking up the bag, Qin Shijie looked puzzled.

"Dad, do you have something to say to me?"

"No, I'm just here to treat your leg."

"What? You? Treat? My leg? No way!…"