"Luo Yuan, I want to collaborate with you," said Lin Xuan.
"What do you want me to do?" Luo Yuan was taken aback.
"Continue being Qin Ruoyao's lapdog. I want you to get close to her and obtain intimate photos of her with Lin Li, especially those of them in bed or videos," Lin Xuan said, narrowing his eyes.
If those intimate photos were exposed, Qin Ruoyao's reputation would be ruined, and it would also cause trouble for Lin Li. Lin Li cares deeply about his image; otherwise, he wouldn't have kept his relationship with Qin Ruoyao hidden.
"Qin Ruoyao and Lin Li? The two of them…" Luo Yuan widened his eyes in shock.
"They've been fooling around for at least a year," Lin Xuan replied.
Damn!
Luo Yuan wanted to curse!
He had thought Qin Ruoyao was a pure and innocent girl, but she turned out to be a promiscuous woman!
How blind he had been!
He really wanted to slap himself.
"Lin Xuan, why didn't you tell me this earlier?" Luo Yuan asked. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have been licking Qin Ruoyao's boots like a dog.
"If I had told you earlier, would you have believed me?" Lin Xuan glanced at him.
Luo Yuan was speechless.
Alright, he wouldn't have believed it. Instead, he would have thought Lin Xuan was trying to drive a wedge between him and Qin Ruoyao.
"If you do as I say, I'll help pay for your father's medical expenses," Lin Xuan offered.
Luo Yuan's hollow eyes lit up. "Alright, I'll collaborate with you."
Lin Xuan's proposal was all gain and no loss for him.
His father's illness could be treated, and if he succeeded in capturing the intimate photos of Qin Ruoyao as Lin Xuan had said, he would definitely be able to vent his frustration.
Seeing that Luo Yuan agreed, Lin Xuan tossed him a bank card.
"This is…" Luo Yuan's face was full of confusion.
"If you're this poor, Qin Ruoyao won't pay attention to you. I'll turn you into a wealthy young man," Lin Xuan said.
"Alright," Luo Yuan nodded. Lin Xuan was smart; following his plan couldn't be wrong.
Lin Xuan: "In short, gain Qin Ruoyao's trust."
Four days later.
A Maserati stopped at the gate of Shangqing University.
Many students curiously looked over.
Although a Maserati isn't the most luxurious car, it's still quite impressive.
This car had never appeared here before. Who could it belong to?
Qin Ruoyao also cast a curious glance.
A driver walked to the back seat and opened the door. Luo Yuan stepped out of the car.
"Holy crap! Isn't that Luo Yuan? I heard his family went bankrupt. How can he suddenly afford a Maserati? And that demeanor of his, with a personal driver, is quite impressive."
"Even if Luo Yuan hadn't gone bankrupt, he wouldn't have been this rich. What's going on?"
Qin Ruoyao's face quickly turned pale.
What was going on?
Wasn't Luo Yuan broke? He had asked her for money just a few days ago.
She had treated him so poorly before. Would he ignore her now?
Lin Li's family was wealthy, but Lin Li was saving up to start his own company and couldn't give her much money. Luo Yuan had always been more generous.
Qin Ruoyao regretted it.
If only she had said some sweet words to Luo Yuan a few days ago and given him the 400,000 yuan for his father's treatment.
Li Siyu grabbed Qin Ruoyao's hand. "Ruoyao, let's go talk to Luo Yuan."
"Siyu, Luo Yuan and I had a fight," Qin Ruoyao bit her lip. "We had a big argument a few days ago."
Luo Yuan might never speak to her again.
"Ruoyao, arguments are normal. Don't worry, Luo Yuan likes you so much; he won't hold it against you," Li Siyu reassured her.
Qin Ruoyao felt cold all over.
This was different.
She had shown her true self to Luo Yuan. He wouldn't want anything to do with her now.
Luo Yuan glanced around and then walked right past Qin Ruoyao without even looking at her.
Qin Ruoyao clenched her fists.
He really was ignoring her.
But she wanted to win him back.
Qin Ruoyao pondered her options. Maybe she could try something.
Luo Yuan seemed to have money now. He would probably give her the 400,000 yuan soon.
At noon.
Luo Yuan stayed in the classroom. Qin Ruoyao transferred 400,000 yuan to him.
Luo Yuan looked at Qin Ruoyao in surprise.
Qin Ruoyao walked over to Luo Yuan.
"Luo Yuan, I'm sorry. The things I said that day were because of my mom. She never wanted us to be close, so I lied to you to deceive her."
"Actually, after I went back, I tried to gather the money for you. I just finished today and transferred it to you."
"Anyway, no matter what I say, I hurt you deeply that day. It's normal if you don't forgive me," Qin Ruoyao said with a despondent tone.
Luo Yuan raised an eyebrow. "Is this the money I lent you, or are you repaying me?"
"Of course, it's repayment," Qin Ruoyao thought Luo Yuan was testing her and quickly replied. "You've given me so much money. Consider this as repayment. You don't need to pay me back in the future."
Luo Yuan smirked and turned off the voice recorder.
As expected, the advice from netizens was solid. He had gotten 400,000 yuan back.
Luo Yuan clicked to accept the transfer.
Qin Ruoyao felt a pang of pain. This money was all her savings. If Luo Yuan didn't forgive her, she would lose it all.
She had thought Luo Yuan wouldn't accept the money.
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