My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce-Chapter 425 - : What She Gave, Can Hardly Be Measured in Money
Chapter 425: Chapter 425: What She Gave, Can Hardly Be Measured in Money
Qiao Jiasen frowned deeply: “Dongfang Mu?”
“Yes, the young master of the Eastern Empire Group, Dongfang Mu. Everyone calls him Young Master Mu!”
Qiao Jiasen knew Dongfang Mu, of course.
He had hired men from a gang to follow Qiao Yin to prevent her from being bullied by the Lu Family. These men would protect her when necessary.
The men reported to Qiao Jiasen that Qiao Yin has been working at the Eastern Empire Group recently as an assistant to Dongfang Mu.
Dongfang Mu’s notoriety was greater than Lu Lingche’s but not because the Dongfang Family was more powerful than the Lu Family. His fame was due to his reputation as a playboy. He was famous for his long list of rumored girlfriends and his fascination with beautiful women.
And Qiao Yin was an exceptionally beautiful woman.
Qiao Jiasen had been worried about her getting into trouble, afraid that she would be at a disadvantage dealing with Dongfang Mu. He had been planning to warn her.
Now, trouble had come even quicker than his warning.
In a very short time, he saw through the deception. He roared furiously, “Qiao Haidong, are you even human? How could you sell your daughter again! It wasn’t enough to sell her once to the Lu’s, and now you’ve sold her to a playboy like Dongfang Mu. Do you have no conscience at all?!”
“I didn’t sell her! Dongfang Mu himself wanted to buy my herbs!”
“Why would he spend twenty million on your rubbish? Do you really not see what’s going on?! You’re selling your daughter! You’ve taken his twenty million, and your daughter has to pay it back! The price she has to pay is immeasurable!”
“It’s not that serious. What repayment? You don’t know, Dongfang Mu likes Qiao Yin. This twenty million is just like him paying respects to his future father-in-law. When Qiao Yin marries him, we will be a family. What’s there to repay?”
Having heard this, Qiao Jiasen wished he could trample his father to death!
“And who do you think you are to call yourself his future father-in-law? No matter who Qiao Yin marries, you plan to extort money, right? She’s your daughter, not your money-making tool!”
“Son, don’t be so harsh. Who am I doing all of this for? Isn’t it for you? You need money for school and daily expenses. Your father just wants you to live as a carefree rich boy.”
“I don’t need it! You don’t have to sell your daughter to make money for me!”
Qiao Jiasen was furious: “I can pay for school myself. I won’t go to that international school anymore! I don’t need you to pay for my daily life, I can earn my own money! I don’t need to suck my sister’s blood to be some worthless rich boy!”
As Qiao Haidong was about to say something else, Qiao Jiasen took out his phone and called the car dealer.
“Hello, I want to cancel the Bentley I ordered this morning. Please refund my money as soon as possible.”
Qiao Haidong was anxious: “Son, it can’t be cancelled! The car was meant to pick you up. I bought it for you!”
Qiao Jiasen ignored him. After repeatedly talking with the person at the car dealer and confirming the return and refund, he hung up the phone.
Looking coldly at Qiao Haidong, he asked: “Did the clothes and watches you bought arrive yet?”
“Some arrived, some not. What…what are you planning to do?”
“Return them all!”
“No way!”
Qiao Haidong struggled to get up from the floor, “The things can’t be returned! I already told you, these are the things I need to do my business. They’re my public image. You are young, you don’t understand how snobbish these people can be. If I’m not well-dressed, they will look down on me!”
Qiao Jiasen glanced around the entire villa and said sternly, “Sell the villa too. I know you’ve put it under my aunt’s name to avoid the court’s debt collection. Sell it and pay off the debt!”
Qiao Haidong was shocked: “The villa can’t be sold! Have you gone mad?!”
When Jiang Huiru heard that the villa was to be sold, she didn’t care about crying anymore and said hastily: “Son, if the villa is sold, where will our family of three live? We can’t sell it!”
