My CEO Husband Has Some Issues-Chapter 852 - : Her Guitar is Still Inside
Chapter 852: Chapter 852: Her Guitar is Still Inside
Rong Yan saw she looked quite frightened, but besides her messy hair, she appeared unharmed, which eased her mind. Patting her on the back, she said, “It’s alright now.”
Qi Yue was not a pretentious person; she was just unaccustomed to such scenes and was simply scared. Rong Yan comforted her, and Qi Yue, being sensible, suppressed her fear, nodded, and forced her tears back, “Mm.”
Rong Yan put an arm around her shoulders, lowering her voice, “Let’s go, we’ll talk outside.”
“Okay.” Qi Yue obediently followed her.
Zhong Yuye walked ahead.
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Gu Ming saw that everyone had been successfully escorted out and silently followed them.
Once they left the private room, Qi Yue stopped everyone, clenched her teeth and walked up to the incredibly handsome man, and said, “Um… Great God, I will earn the money to repay your ten million. Could you give me your bank account number so I can transfer the money to you once I earn it?”
Zhong Yuye had merely helped Rong Yan impulsively and had not thought about her repaying him. He outright refused, “No need, it’s just a small amount for me.”
He was speaking the truth, irrespective of the backing of the Zhong Family, with his own wealth alone, ten million was merely a drop in the bucket for him.
Yet, Qi Yue clutched her clothes, bit her lip and looked up resolutely, saying, “I know this amount of money might be insignificant for you, but it’s not a small sum for me. Ten million is a figure I never dared to even dream of before, I can’t just act as if nothing happened. I also know you didn’t give me the ten million just to help me, but to repay a favor to Rong Yan. However, this matter has nothing to do with Rong Yan, I can’t let my debt fall on her.”
She took a deep breath, twisting her clothes, “Please give me your bank account number. I’ll gradually repay you; I don’t want to owe anyone anything. You are my idol; I can’t just take advantage of you.”
Idol?
It was the first time Zhong Yuye had encountered such a fresh term.
When he was in the entertainment industry, indeed there were many women who threw themselves at him under the guise of being his fans. However, those women were nothing like the girl in front of him, who seemed genuinely nervous. It appeared she genuinely regarded him as her idol. He recited a string of numbers.
Qi Yue breathed a sigh of relief, quickly found a pen to jot down the numbers, and carefully stored them in her pocket, firmly saying, “Don’t worry, I will definitely repay you!”
Had it been herself, she would rather have been beaten to death there than pay ten million. She was merely singing honestly on stage last night when suddenly a drunken old man grabbed her hand and harassed her; she had responded impulsively by hitting him with her guitar. What happened afterward was beyond her imagination. The man she had hit walked away indignantly, and then out of nowhere, several burly men grabbed her, ridiculously accusing her of ruining the bad man’s business, demanding money.
The man had seen her carrying her guitar and even vilely demanded she perform by singing.
With so many people looking at her with disdain, thinking of what her grandmother taught her about preserving dignity at all costs, she refused to speak even at the risk of her life.
Afterward, they took everything she had and threw her into a small, dark room, where she was locked up until she was just now rescued.
After promising to repay the money, Qi Yue suddenly changed her expression as she realized something, “My guitar…”
