Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want

Chapter 153: A Person Appeared Out of Nowhere During a Lecture

Mu Lan was already feeling wronged.
She felt even more wronged when she heard what Qin Hai said.

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“I’ve been calling you for the past two days.
I’ve lost count of the number of phone calls I’ve made.
Otherwise, why would I come here?”

Qin Hai frowned.
The more she talked, the more ridiculous it got.
She must have come after careful investigation.
Otherwise, why would she have the exact address?

“I still have a contract to discuss this afternoon.
You can go back first.”

Qin Hai was not willing to argue with her anymore.

Mu Lan looked at Qin Hai in disbelief.
“You’re kicking me out right after I arrive?”

Qin Hai was getting a little impatient.
“I’ll go back in two days.”

Hearing that Qin Hai was a little impatient, Mu Lan gritted her teeth.
“Then give me some money.
I need it for urgent matters.”

“How much money do you want?” All Han Qin wanted at the moment was for her to leave, even if that means using money.

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Mu Lan whispered, “Thirty million-ish.”

Qin Hai nodded.
Then, he looked at Mu Lan with widen eyes.
He raised his voice uncontrollably, “Thirty million-ish? What do you need so much money for?”

“I borrowed some money online.
So along with the interest rate, it came out to be thirty million-ish.” Mu Lan’s voice became increasingly lower as she spoke.

Qin Hai said angrily, “Is the pocket money I gave you not enough? You actually went on the internet to borrow money? Thirty million? You think I’m running a bank?”

Mu Lan hugged Qin Hai’s arm and begged, “Just help me out this time, okay?”

Qin Hai shook off Mu Lan’s hand and roared, “I don’t have this much working capital!”

Mu Lan grabbed Qin Hai’s hand again and cried, “If I don’t pay it back now, the interest will double after the night, and then the money will rise even more.”

“That’s your own fault.
What can I do?”

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Qin Hai’s good mood for the day was ruined by Mu Lan.

Seeing that he was going to ignore her problems, Mu Lan was both anxious and afraid.
She grabbed his hand as if it was her life-saving straw.
“Qin Hai, we are husband and wife.
You have to help me.”

In the hotel room, there was a long silence.

Qin Hai suddenly said, “Let’s get a divorce.”

Mu Lan was stunned.
She could not believe her ears.
Looking at Qin Hai’s expression, she knew that he was not joking.

“You actually said that you want a divorce?”

The moment Mu Lan said that, she realized that her voice was trembling badly.

Qin Hai sat on the bed, picked up the cigarette box, and took out a cigarette.

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I thought of Qin Shu’s mother, the shrewd and capable woman.

Because she’s so smart and capable, it made him look like a loser.

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At the Bright Garden

Fu Tingyu would be back late tonight.

Qin Shu finished her dinner alone and went up to the master bedroom on the second floor.

She pushed open the small study room in the bedroom, turned on the light, the small, dark bedroom suddenly lit up.

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She strode in, sat down at her desk, and turned on her laptop.

When it was time for class, she turned on the video and then put on the Bluetooth headset.

The young professor was already there, still only showing areas below the chest and above the waist.

This time, he was teaching at a dormitory because the door behind him could be seen.

President Ba slipped into the small study room, and his dark green eyes looked at Qin Shu.
He walked over with graceful steps, squatted on the ground, and looked up at Qin Shu.

Qin Shu’s attention was wholly on the computer.
When the young professor was teaching, she would take notes with a pen.

Just as Qin Shu was engrossed in the lesson, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a slender figure behind the young professor.
The woman’s brown hair fluttered behind him.

A trace of confusion flashed in her eyes.

This was the first time she’d seen other people in his dormitory.

Moreover, she dressed in casual clothing.
She was probably living with the young professor.