President’s Office, Fu Corporation.
Ever since Fu Jingyuan received Ji Ran’s photos, the atmosphere in the entire office had turned icy and oppressive.
Even Secretary Zhang was trembling with fear at this moment.
He held documents in his hand but didn’t dare to report anything.
Fu Jingyuan, currently so furious with Ji Ran that he was laughing in anger, flipped through the photos and sent her a question mark.
He hoped Ji Ran was joking with him.
Because he was running out of patience with the little girl, whose mind was always set on running away. Once he locked her up, she’d behave!
But when Ji Ran saw the question mark, she didn’t sense any danger at all. Instead, she excitedly chattered away.
“Uncle Fu, Ranran has made herself very clear.”
“I don’t need your care anymore from now on.”
“Ranran likes it much better here—the air here is fresh and free!”
A cold sneer rose in Fu Jingyuan’s eyes.
Free?
He didn’t waste any more words and simply replied with three characters: “Move back!”
No way!
She absolutely refused!
Ji Ran huffed in defiance: “I won’t move! Why should I listen to you? Uncle Fu, if you have what it takes, find out where I’m living first!”
Seeing Ji Ran’s provocative words, Fu Jingyuan’s lips curled into a sickly, cold smile in an instant.
This little thing really needed a lesson—three days without discipline, and she’d tear the roof off!
He asked her: “Our Ranran’s wings have really hardened now. Where did you get the money to buy a house?”
Ji Ran felt a twinge of guilt at the mention of this.
But her reply was all bluster: “Just don’t worry about it! I earned the money myself, with my own skills!”
“President Fu, we’ve traced the source of Miss Ranran’s money.”
Secretary Zhang reported respectfully at this moment: “We just found out that today, ten separate transfers of two million each were deposited into a personal bank account under Miss Ranran’s name.”
In other words, Ji Ran had earned twenty million today!
“How is that possible?”
Where would a student get that kind of money?
“Investigate! Investigate immediately!”
What a foolish little thing—probably being scammed and still counting the money for the scammer.
“Buzz—” But just then, Fu Jingyuan’s phone suddenly vibrated with an incoming call.
It was his troublemaking friend, Huo Chubai.
Though frowning, Fu Jingyuan answered.
“Jingyuan!” Huo Chubai on the other end of the line sounded quite excited as he asked Fu Jingyuan: “Guess what I found out?”
“I discovered something really interesting. Guess what it is? You’d never guess.”
Huo Chubai was speaking in riddles again.
“Cut the nonsense.”
Fu Jingyuan hung up directly.
“Hey, Jingyuan, why are you always so impatient?”
Huo Chubai quickly called back.
Fu Jingyuan’s tone was already very displeased as he warned: “Huo Er, you’d better have something truly important today!”
Only then did Huo Chubai obediently reveal: “Jingyuan, you’re such a dull person. Fine, I’ll just tell you straight—it’s about your Ji Ran.”
“What about her? Speak!”
Fu Jingyuan’s tone was more serious than ever.
“I just found out she’s running a training class about you in our circles, called ‘How to Win Over Fu Jingyuan and Become Mrs. Fu.’ It’s a socialite training class.”
“Are you that desperate to get married? Your Ji Ran is in a hurry to marry you off!”
“Or is she just too short on money? She’s charging for this class—one million per person!”
“What?”
Upon hearing Huo Chubai’s words, Fu Jingyuan finally understood where Ji Ran’s money came from.
He was instantly furious!