Chapter 42: Why Do You Give Him All the Good Things!?

Ye Wuqi accepted it instinctively, but before he could say anything, Yan Baba jumped up with a loud exclamation, “Damn, Sister Luo, why do you give all the good stuff to Brother Qi! How much money is in this bank card? Don’t tell me it’s empty, not even a cent? What would he want that for?”

“What would I want your empty card for? Just keep it yourself.” Ye Wuqi tossed the card back onto her desk, returning it to her.

Then, with a playful air, he added, “If you really want to give me a bank card, give me one with money in it. If there’s money, I’ll definitely take it.”

To his surprise, Ye Luo said, “There is money.”

“How much?” Ye Wuqi’s eyes lit up at once as he leaned toward her and quickly snatched the card back off the desk, slipping it into his pocket.

“…Two hundred thousand.”

“What did you say?” Both Ye Wuqi and Yan Baba thought they’d misheard and rubbed their ears.

Lei Xingxing thought he heard wrong too.

Qian Xiaoxing, who was sitting in the middle of the front row planning to do her homework, was so stunned when she overheard that her pen dropped to the floor.

“Two hundred thousand,” Ye Luo repeated.

They still didn’t believe it. “Are you serious?”

“You can check. The password is your birthday.”

At that, Ye Wuqi immediately clutched the pocket where he’d put the card.

Yan Baba couldn’t stop exclaiming, “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit—”

Lei Xingxing’s mouth hung open in speechless shock.

Qian Xiaoxing turned around to look over at Ye Luo, equally at a loss for words.

“So if you’ve given it to me, it’s mine!” Ye Wuqi held onto his pocket even tighter.

This ancestor of his really was something else…

Ye Luo didn’t know what to say about how tightly Ye Wuqi was holding his pocket, but she said, “It was always meant for you.”

After a pause, she added, “This is just an advance. From now on, on the first of every month, I’ll transfer money into it regularly. You can just withdraw it as you need.”

“Oh my god…” Yan Baba was practically dissolving with jealousy.

Ye Wuqi ignored him, eyes gleaming, and pressed, “How much each time?”

Ye Luo wasn’t sure what amount would be appropriate, so she asked, “How much do you want?”

Ye Wuqi thought for a moment, then held up a single finger.

“One million? All right,” Ye Luo agreed without hesitation. “One million it is.”

Yan Baba: “…”
Lei Xingxing: “…”
Qian Xiaoxing: “…”

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit…” At last, even Ye Wuqi couldn’t keep his composure!

He’d only meant a thousand, but she was giving him a million!

And every month!

“Damn it!” Yan Baba kicked the desk. “Sister Luo, whose kid are you anyway?! How are you so rich? And why are you only giving it to Brother Qi? What about us?”

Ye Luo just shot him a cold look, as if she were staring at a dead man.

Yan Baba immediately fell silent and hid behind Ye Wuqi.

But he couldn’t help grumbling, “We’re all classmates, why treat Brother Qi so differently? I always thought you liked beauties, but now it looks like you’re into Brother Qi!”

Lei Xingxing nodded madly. “Exactly, exactly.”

Ye Luo felt she should clarify things, otherwise they might end up thinking she was interested in Qiao Qingyang. So she said, “I don’t like Qiao Qingyang.”

Yan Baba immediately howled, “So you really do like Brother Qi!”

Ye Luo: “…” Did she say that?

But Yan Baba took it as her silent agreement and howled even louder…

Ye Luo: “…”

Forget it, let them misunderstand if they want. She wouldn’t know how to explain why she treated Ye Wuqi so well anyway. She couldn’t just come out and say that Ye Wuqi was her ancestor—who would believe that?