My online dating circle has millions of followers, why would she put a collar on me?

The McDonald's lights shone a stark white, illuminating Jiang Miaomiao's face, swollen from crying, making her look like a stray cat soaked in the rain with nowhere to go.

The ten-winged bucket was placed between the two people, its golden, crispy skin glistening under the light, but no one touched it.

Water droplets slid down the inside of the cola cup, forming a small puddle of clear water on the table.

Jiang Yi leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and looked at his sister expressionlessly.

Beneath his eyes was a thick, dark bluish-black mass, and the whites of his eyes were covered with fine red blood vessels, as if he hadn't slept for days.

In fact, he didn't. From the moment Su Xiaoyue landed until now, his nerves have been stretched taut like a string that could snap at any moment.

Jiang Miaomiao lowered her head, her fingers twisting the hem of her hoodie until her knuckles turned white.

Her lips were trembling, an uncontrollable physiological reaction to extreme fear.

"Brother..." she began, her voice barely audible, "I really didn't mean to..."

"Don't say you didn't do it on purpose."

Jiang Yi's voice wasn't loud, but every word sounded like it had been pulled from an ice cellar.

"Let's start from the very beginning. When did you start using my photos?"

Jiang Miaomiao's tears fell again.

She raised the back of her hand to wipe her tears, but more tears welled up and she couldn't wipe them away no matter how hard she tried.

She sniffed, her voice broken and hesitant, as if someone were choking her: "My...my sophomore year, first semester...about...about a year and a half ago..."

Jiang Yi's eyelid twitched.

A year and a half ago.

At that time, he and Xia Anmian had been together for more than half a year.

In other words, when Jiang Miaomiao used his photos to deceive people online, he and Xia Anmian were in the most passionate and affectionate stage of their relationship, wanting to be together every minute of every day.

"Go on," he said, his voice growing colder.

Jiang Miaomiao took a deep breath, as if to bolster her courage, and then poured it all out in one go:

"At first, it was really just for fun... I registered an Earth account using your ID card, filled in male for gender, 24 for age, and... programmer for occupation... because I thought programmer sounded more reliable... and then I started chatting with people..."

"At first, I added a lot of people, but most of them stopped chatting after a few words... Then I added Su Xiaoyue... She was different from the others... She was very serious... She would really talk to me every day... Telling me what she did that day, what she ate, what movie she watched... She said that the birthmark on her face made her feel very inferior... She said she didn't have many friends..."

Jiang Miaomiao paused here.

She looked up at Jiang Yi, saw that his expression hadn't changed, and quickly lowered her head again, her voice even softer:

"At first I was just giving her perfunctory replies... but she was so sincere... so sincere that I felt bad giving her perfunctory replies... so I started to talk to her seriously..."

"And then?" Jiang Yi asked.

"Then..." Jiang Miaomiao's fingers tightened even more, and her knuckles made a slight clicking sound.

"Then she started transferring money to me... At first, it was small amounts, a few hundred yuan, saying she wanted to buy me milk tea. I said no, but she insisted on transferring it, saying things like, 'Honey, you're so good to me, what's wrong with me spending a little money on you'..."

"Husband?" Jiang Yi's lips twitched.

Jiang Miaomiao shrank her neck, her voice barely audible:

"She...she called first...I didn't let her call first...but after she called, I...I didn't know how to refuse...so..."

"So you just go with the flow?"

Jiang Miaomiao stopped talking, just lowered her head, and tears fell drop by drop onto the table.

Jiang Yi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

He felt his temples throbbing, and the blood in his veins seemed to be boiling, as if it might burst through the walls of his veins at any moment.

"How much money did you receive?" he asked.

"I...I haven't kept track of it..."

"Jiang Miaomiao." Jiang Yi's voice suddenly rose half an octave, startling Jiang Miaomiao, "You're still pretending with me even now? Didn't you already calculate 1.3 million?"

"That...that's roughly..." Jiang Miaomiao's voice trembled with tears, "I didn't calculate it line by line...I just estimated it by looking at the transfer records..."

"How many spins did Su Xiaoyue do by herself?"

"About 1.3 million..."

Where is Gu Qinghan?

Jiang Miaomiao's body suddenly stiffened.

She looked up, her eyes wide as she stared at Jiang Yi, her lips trembling, her face turning as white as paper in an instant. "Brother...you..."

"What? Knowing your nature, there's no way she didn't transfer money to you." Jiang Yi stared intently at her. "I'm asking you, how much did Gu Qinghan transfer?"

Jiang Miaomiao's tears flowed even more fiercely. She huddled in the chair, trembling like a small animal cornered against a wall.

"One...one million two hundred thousand..." she said the number almost in a breath.

Jiang Yi felt as if someone had hit his head hard with a hammer.

One million two hundred thousand.

Adding Su Xiaoyue's 1.3 million, that makes 2.5 million.

It's not 1.3 million, it's 2.5 million.

He suddenly stood up, his chair sliding backward and crashing into the wall with a loud bang.

Several other customers at the McDonald's tables turned to look, and a mother with a child quickly covered her child's eyes.

"Jiang Miaomiao!" Jiang Yi's voice was very low, but the suppressed anger was more frightening than any roar.

"Just how many things have you done behind my back?!"

"Brother, I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

Jiang Miaomiao jumped up from her seat, grabbed Jiang Yi's arm, and her face was covered in tears and snot.

"I didn't mean to hide it from you! I wanted to tell you, but I was too scared... I really was too scared... I was afraid you'd kill me..."

"Aren't you afraid I'll beat you to death?"

"Brother..." Jiang Miaomiao cried, unable to catch her breath.

"I know I was wrong... I really know I was wrong... I shouldn't have used your photos... I shouldn't have cheated them out of their money... I shouldn't have kept it from you... I'll never do it again... Please forgive me this once..."

Looking at her tear-streaked face, Jiang Yi felt a fire burning inside him like a lump of charcoal covered with wet cotton, unable to burn brightly or be extinguished.

He forcefully shook off her hand, sat back in his chair, rested his hands on his forehead, closed his eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

"Who else?" he asked, his voice weary like that of an old man nearing his end.

"What...what, who else?" Jiang Miaomiao's voice was still trembling.

"Besides Su Xiaoyue and Gu Qinghan, who else is there?"

Jiang Miaomiao lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously tracing circles on the table. After a silence of about ten seconds, she whispered:

"There are...a few more...but they didn't transfer many...totaling it to about...three or four hundred thousand..."

Jiang Yi neither looked up nor spoke.

His hands were supporting his forehead, his fingertips digging deep into his hair roots, and he looked like a weathered stone statue, frozen in the pale light.

Three to four hundred thousand. Adding that to the previous two and a half million, it's nearly three million.

Three million.

That's a whopping three million!

(I didn't finish writing, I wanted to continue, but unfortunately this is a secondary account and I can only update 10,000 words a day (～￣▽￣)～)

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