Reborn As A Doomsday Villainess-Chapter 42. Take me to the bank first

She sighed.

Telling him to go away felt... unnecessary.

So, with no other choice, she followed after him.

As they stepped outside, Qingran instinctively reached into her bag for her car keys, only for Feng Yizhou to extend his hand toward her.

"The keys."

She stared at him. "Excuse me?"

"You drove us to Xi’an, so I didn’t bring my car, let drive for today." His tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

Qingran narrowed her eyes. "Since when did my car become your car?"

She hissed, he drove the car to come pick her up from the casino, he felt more like his car than hers.

Feng Yizhou didn’t answer. He simply kept his hand outstretched, waiting for her to give in.

Qingran clicked her tongue in annoyance, but in the end, she still pulled out the keys and slapped them into his palm. "Fine. But take me to the bank first."

Feng Yizhou’s lips twitched slightly. "Going to deposit your loot, I see."

Qingran shot him a side glance as they approached the car. "What else would I do with it? Gamble it away?"

"You seem to have a talent for that."

She scoffed. "It’s called skill."

Feng Yizhou didn’t respond, but she caught the slight smirk on his face as he unlocked the car and slid into the driver’s seat.

Qingran sighed, buckling herself in. She wasn’t sure why she let him get away with things like this, but arguing felt like too much effort.

Besides, if he was driving, at least she could sit back and relax—until he inevitably annoyed her again.

As Feng Yizhou pulled onto the main road, Qingran leaned back in her seat, arms crossed. She cast a sidelong glance at him, but he looked completely at ease, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear shift.

The smooth hum of the engine filled the silence between them until Feng Yizhou spoke.

"What else do you plan to do after the bank?"

Qingran tapped her fingers against her arm. "Maybe some sightseeing. I’ve never been to Xi’an before, and I doubt I’ll have the chance to visit again after..." She trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid.

Feng Yizhou didn’t need her to finish the sentence. They both knew the world wouldn’t stay the same for much longer.

He didn’t comment on it, though. Instead, he simply nodded. "Good. I’ll take you around."

Qingran blinked. "Who said you’re coming with me?"

"I’m already driving. Might as well."

Qingran scoffed. "You sure you’re not just sticking around to make sure I don’t get into trouble again?"

Feng Yizhou didn’t deny it.

She rolled her eyes, but a small part of her wasn’t as annoyed as she pretended to be.

They reached the bank soon after, and Feng Yizhou pulled into a parking space with smooth precision. He shifted the gear into park and turned to her. "I’ll wait here."

Qingran raised an eyebrow. "You’re not coming in?"

"I don’t need to."

She shrugged and grabbed her bag, stepping out of the car. But as she closed the door, she hesitated for just a moment, glancing back through the window.

Feng Yizhou had already leaned back in the driver’s seat, arms folded, his expression unreadable.

Qingran shook off the odd feeling creeping up on her and headed into the bank.

The bank was cool and quiet, the air-conditioning humming softly as Qingran stepped inside. She moved past the neatly arranged queue lines and headed straight for the customer service desk, her bag heavy with stacks of cash.

Her goal was simple: deposit her winnings. But as she approached the counter, she caught the subtle glances from a few employees—curious, skeptical.

A young woman, probably in her mid-twenties, sat at the desk. Her sleek ponytail and polished nails gave her the air of someone who enjoyed her job but had little patience for nonsense.

"Good afternoon," the woman greeted, offering a professional yet distant smile. "How can I assist you?"

Qingran placed her bag on the counter and unzipped it, revealing neatly bundled stacks of bills. "I’d like to deposit this."

The woman’s fingers froze on her keyboard. Her eyes darted from the cash to Qingran’s face, disbelief flickering across her features.

"...Excuse me?"

"Six million yuan," Qingran said evenly.

The teller stared, her expression carefully controlled but her posture tense. "Do you have an account with us?"

"No," Qingran admitted. "Do I need to open one?."

A beat of silence.

Then, the teller’s brows furrowed. "Miss, large cash deposits require verification. If you don’t have an account, you’ll need to provide identification and proof of income before we can process anything."

Qingran expected that. She pulled out her ID and slid it across the counter. "Here."

The teller took it, scanning the card, but her expression didn’t soften. If anything, her skepticism deepened.

"Where did this money come from?" she asked, voice sharper now.

Qingran resisted the urge to sigh. "I won it." ƒгeewebnovёl.com

The teller’s lips parted slightly. "You won six million yuan?"

"In a bet," Qingran clarified.

The woman’s eyes narrowed. "Miss, do you understand that suspicious deposits can be flagged for investigation? If you can’t provide proper documentation, I may have to report this."

Qingran exhaled slowly. "Are you accusing me of stealing it?"

The teller hesitated, but her silence said enough.

Qingran’s patience thinned. "Is there a rule against opening an account and depositing legally obtained cash?"

"Not a rule," the teller admitted. "But six million yuan in cash? It’s highly unusual."

Before Qingran could snap back, a familiar voice interrupted.

"Is there a problem?"

She turned just as Feng Yizhou stepped up beside her.

The teller blinked at him, momentarily caught off guard.

"This young lady is attempting to deposit a large sum of money," the teller explained, her tone shifting to something more defensive. "Without an account or documentation, it raises concerns."

Feng Yizhou’s gaze flickered to Qingran, then back to the teller. His face remained unreadable.

"You require documentation?" he asked, voice smooth but firm.

"Yes, sir. For transactions of this size, we—"

"She’s opening an account, correct?"

"...Yes."

"Then process it."

The teller hesitated, clearly uncomfortable with the demand but unwilling to argue with him.

Qingran folded her arms. "You heard him."

The woman looked between them, lips pressed tightly together, before exhaling sharply. "Fine. I’ll need you to fill out these forms."

She pushed the paperwork toward Qingran, who grabbed a pen and started writing.