My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Chapter 388: Tinkling of Poverty

“Besides this, I have something else, which you’ll see in the reporters’ articles later on. I won’t send it to you now. Here are two photos for you. With these two photos, you don’t have to worry that I’ve taken your money and run away. Everyone can be at ease.”

Rong Yan saved the photos she had sent to her phone, and stood up first, “Then Mrs. Huang, let’s go withdraw the money!”

She didn’t know what Rong Weiwei had done to make Qin Xiang so angry.

But now that she had received the items and with these two photos as evidence, she could at least prove that the online revelation about her having a child out of wedlock abroad and the child acquiring another ‘biological father’ was inextricably linked to Rong Weiwei!

Later on, she could ask Nick to help her with some public relations, suppress those erratic WeChat public accounts, shift the focus of attention, and when other news came out, this storm would soon pass—

Rong Yan settled the coffee bill and followed Qin Xiang to the bank to withdraw five hundred thousand yuan to give to her. After chatting with Qin Xiang a while longer, Qin Xiang left first.

After she left, Rong Yan checked her own account balance and sadly found that it was only a four-digit number.

Six thousand yuan… which probably wouldn’t even cover a meal in Li Shengxiao’s eyes, was all she had!

Rong Yan felt so pained.

She withdrew two thousand yuan in cash and kept it on her, looking at the remaining 4721.9 yuan in the card, she silently pulled out the card.

Forget it, old things must go for new ones to come.

She had finally resolved the most difficult issue, so tonight she would treat Little Baby to a good meal.

She remembered there was a buffet seafood restaurant with good reviews on Dianping, where it cost three hundred yuan per person, and you could eat a lot of fresh seafood.

Abalone, shark skin, sea cucumber, and sea urchin were all available.

It was the perfect opportunity to take her Duidui for a treat.

Rong Yan made up her mind and hailed a taxi by the roadside.

“Dihor Garden.”

“Sure.”

Shortly after, the taxi arrived at the destination, Rong Yan paid the fare, and returned to her familiar home.

As she was changing into slippers in the vestibule, she called out cheerfully into the interior, “Duidui Baby, I’m back.”

What answered her was silence.

“Duidui?”

Strange, where was Little Baby?

Didn’t she hear her coming back?

Could she be secretly playing with her phone in her room?

Rong Yan, with a puzzled look, put on her slippers and walked inside, “Duidui? Are you watching cartoons?”

Usually, at this time, the little guy at home would have already run over in his little slippers, but today the house was unusually quiet.

The modern and luxurious living room was empty, the super-large LED Blu-ray TV was pitch black, showing no signs of having been turned on.

It was strange, where had Little Baby gone?

“Duidui?” Rong Yan continued walking inside, and just as she reached halfway, she saw a man sitting on the sofa. The handsome man was dressed simply in a white shirt and black pants, straight and trim. He was lazily leaning on the sofa, with a laptop placed in front of him, sitting cross-legged, an earpiece still in his left ear. He seemed to be communicating with someone on the other side, and upon seeing her return, the distinguished man spoke a sentence in a foreign language to the person on the other side. He then reached and took off the earpiece from his ear. His sharp and piercing gaze landed on her, watching her intently as if she was the most important thing in his eyes, “You’re back. How did it go? Was the court hearing successful?”