Mr. Xiao, can I borrow your wedding invitation?

Chapter 336 I can give you money

The Xiao family is wealthy, and they wouldn't care about anything more expensive in return. After thinking it over, she realized that this was the only thing she could offer.

Xiao Ruonan spoke slowly and deliberately, her words distant and awkward. The old man felt a pang of heartache for a moment and gestured for the old butler to take the document.

"Your wontons are just to my liking!"

Xiao Ruonan nodded, "Thank you for your praise, I will work even harder!"

"If there's nothing else, I'll head back to the shop and get back to work!"

"Ruonan..."

Xiao Ruonan stopped in her tracks and stood still.

The old man's lips twitched, a thousand words were stuck in his throat, but in the end he couldn't say them. "Take care on the road!"

Xiao Ruonan smiled and nodded. Not far away, Ning Zhiyuan was waiting for her in the car.

Only after watching them leave did the old man look away. He shook his head in self-reproach, and the old butler could do nothing about it.

"Master, you clearly can't bear to part with Miss Fifth, so why don't you say something to ask her to stay?"

The old man stubbornly insisted, "Leaving the Xiao family was her own choice, and she should pay the price for it. How can we not let her suffer a bit?" He was waiting for the day when Xiao Ruonan would bow her head and admit her mistake.

In the house.

"What's wrong with Grandpa? He keeps sending us wontons every few days. We've been eating them for three days in a row. I'm going to throw up if we keep eating them!" Xiao Jiayang complained, looking at the pile of wonton takeout on the coffee table.

Chen Wanru didn't want to eat either. "Who knows? I wonder what the old man has been busy with lately. I see him going out all the time!"

Her eyes darted around. "Could it be that you bought this from Ruonan? I heard she opened a wonton shop now. Could it be that Grandpa feels sorry for her and therefore buys everything from her?"

Xiao Jiayang wholeheartedly agreed, "It must be! Grandpa is just saying one thing and meaning another!"

"Hmph! He cares about everyone but us, the eldest son's family. We're like illegitimate children outside, unloved by our parents!" Chen Wanru got angry when she mentioned this.

Xiao Jiayang comforted her for a long time before she felt a little better. "Nanwu, you clumsy thing, is my tonic ready yet?"

"Here it comes!" Nan Wu brought over the freshly brewed tonic, steaming hot, and the strong smell of Chinese medicine could be smelled from afar, making people feel nauseous.

"Son, what's wrong with you...?"

"Mom, you want a grandson, right? How can I not try harder? There are plenty of women who want to give me a son. If one doesn't work out, there's always another. As long as it's my child, Xiao Jiayang's child, Grandpa doesn't care who the mother is."

"You're right, then drink more so that Mom can hold her grandson soon!"

The mother and daughter talked back and forth without any regard for Nan Wu's feelings or her privacy, which was a great humiliation for her.

Nan Wu clenched her fists, a murderous intent rising in her eyes...

Recently, the relationship between Qian Ke'er and Qian Xingjie has become very tense. The more Qian Xingjie tries to control her, the more rebellious she becomes, and she even deliberately runs around without telling anyone as a provocation.

The last time she went to the bar, everything was exciting except for that dark memory. Qian Ke'er got a taste of the thrill and went back a second time to drink, dance, and let loose. This time, she was more careful, not talking to strangers and drinking in moderation, just enough to get slightly tipsy.

After she'd had her fill of fun, she sauntered out. The designated driver she'd hired hadn't arrived yet, so she called him and yelled, "What's wrong with you? Don't you want to do business anymore? There are tons of people who want to take my orders. If you don't show up by the time I count to twenty, I'll file a complaint against you, you hear me?!"

"I'm coming!"

The designated driver arrived as soon as he said he would, and Qian Ke'er, grumbling and cursing, opened the door and got into the car without even looking at him.

"Miss, where are you going?" "Didn't I tell you on the phone? I'm going to... How come it's you?" The moment Qian Ke'er saw the driver's face in the rearview mirror, fear filled her face.

"Hi! What a coincidence, we meet again!"

Qian Ke'er swung her bag at him, yelling, "You bastard, I'm calling the police to arrest you! Just you wait!"

"Fine, call the police then. Let everyone see how glorious it is that I slept with the young lady of the Qian family!"

Qian Ke'er paused, "You, how did you know my identity?"

The handsome young man affectionately stroked her cheek, but she turned away in disgust.

“That’s not important, what’s important is…” The pretty boy held up his phone and showed her a video.

The video is playing a disturbing clip, and the woman in it is her.

Qian Ke'er's pupils dilated, her expression one of horror. In the instant she realized what was happening, she reached out to snatch it, but the handsome man dodged her advance. "How about it? I have something even more exciting to share. Do you want to see?"

Qian Ke'er was almost in tears. "What exactly do you want?"

"I just like you and want to know more about you. What are you afraid of? Come with me and I'll give you the video!" "Nobody believes you. Get out of here!" Qian Ke'er tried to escape but found the car door locked from the inside.

"No way, Miss Qian, I just wanted to play around with you. If you're being so disrespectful, then I'll just have to share the video with others?"

"You dare? Believe me or not, I'll kill you!" Qian Ke'er warned fiercely.

The car started, and Qian Ke'er was taken away.

Twenty minutes later, she was taken to an abandoned storage yard where several heavy motorcycles were parked, their headlights blindingly bright. A few young men who looked like thugs saw Qian Ke'er getting off the motorcycles and couldn't help but whistle in a lewd manner.

"What are you trying to do?" Qian Ke'er realized something was wrong and backed away step by step, hugging her shoulders.

She turned to run, but was surrounded.

The pretty boy leered at his phone, saying, "So disobedient, do you want our amazing performance to be broadcast to the world?"

"I can give you money, lots and lots of money, please delete the video, okay?" Qian Ke'er pleaded almost desperately.

At this moment, she no longer cared about her dignity or face.

The pretty boy shrugged, feigning difficulty. "How can that be? Here's what we've come up with: my brothers are really lonely tonight. Why don't you keep them company? I'll pretend what happened between us never happened."

"No, don't do this to me..." Qian Ke'er desperately clutched her head, slowly squatting down on the ground and crying...

……

No one knows when Qian Ke'er returned; all that is known is that she went straight into the bathroom and took a shower for two whole hours.

She rubbed every inch of her skin vigorously, trying to erase those marks, but no matter how much she rubbed, those marks were etched into her bones.

Her skin was rubbed until it turned red and bled. Qian Ke'er screamed like a madwoman, smashed the bathroom, and then she started crying.

"What's going on?" Musa asked the other servants after hearing the commotion.

Maid: "We don't know either. All we know is that Miss Ke'er has been inside for two hours and hasn't come out. She won't let us in either. Could something have happened to Miss Ke'er?"

Musa frowned slightly, then knocked on the bathroom door. "Miss Ke'er, Miss Ke'er, are you alright?"

"No one is allowed to enter without my order!" came Qian Ke'er's low growl from inside.