After admitting the wrong person and getting the wrong certificate, the heir of a wealthy family bec

Wen Rao and his colleagues all stood up out of professional instinct.

"I gonna go see."

Zhu Hexu signaled to everyone, and Wen Rao followed.

After getting closer, Wen Rao couldn't help but be startled when he saw the gorgeous woman covering her face.

"Are you...Song Yiqing?"

Wen Rao didn't expect to meet Song Yiqing here.

But the person opposite her was not her godfather Zhao Shicheng, but a greasy man in his 40s.

"What? You're still looking for help? Let me tell you, it's useless even if I'm here! You spent more than 100 million on me, and you're not even happy to let you accompany me tonight! Why are you pretending to be innocent?"

The middle-aged man cursed.

"Mr. Tan, I need money to repay the debt my mother borrowed. I promised you the 100 million yuan I lent you. I will pay you back if I have the money!"

Song Yiqing was no longer so aloof and aloof in front of Ling Chen, but looked pitiful.

Zhao Xingyuan, who was not far away, also saw it. He naturally knew that Song Yiqing was one of his women, but he sat still and pretended not to see her.

"I lent you 100 million just because I wanted to sleep with you! I don't run a charity! I tell you, why don't you pay me back 100 million now! Or come with me!"

The man obviously had no patience for Song Yiqing.

"Sir, we are the police! If you have a money dispute, you can go to the police station and file a report! But you can't do it, and you can't take her away by force!"

Wen Rao revealed his identity, and the man was stunned.

Then he said with an unlucky look, "Then let her pay me back the money! Pay it back now!"

"Mr. Tan, all my money was given to my mother, and I didn't keep any of it! I..."

Song Yiqing's appearance at the moment was completely different from the one Wen Rao knew before, and she didn't even know which one was the real her.

Now Song Yiqing is like an innocent little white rabbit who has been cornered by an unscrupulous bully.

Even though she was dressed hotly and gorgeously, her pitiful appearance at this time made people automatically think of a poor woman who was oppressed by her family and borrowed money but still had to stick to the bottom line of chastity.

Song Yiqing looked around with sad and beautiful eyes. Wherever she went, many guests shook their heads helplessly.

One million, not 100 or 1.

Song Yiqing looked across the crowd and slowly landed on Zhao Xingyuan.

"Mr. Zhao..."

Song Yiqing walked towards Zhao Xingyuan, but before she could get close to him, she was stopped by Zhao Xingyuan's bodyguard who appeared out of nowhere.

"Mr. Zhao, excuse me, I..."

"Song Yiqing, stop acting! You have made almost 1000 million from my father, and now you find that he is tired of you, and now you are interested in me?"

Just when Wen Rao and the others thought that Zhao Xingyuan would not pay attention to Song Yiqing, he suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Zhao, what do you mean? I just think we have met twice. I want to ask you for a favor. I have no other meaning."

Song Yiqing held her head high, looking stubborn and unwilling to be humiliated.

Zhao Xingyuan ignored her and looked at Wen Rao.

"Miss Wen, do you think what I said is strange?"

Zhao Xingyuan intended to explain to Wen Rao.

Wen Rao said nothing and looked at him quietly.

Song Yiqing clenched her fists with her hands hanging by her sides.

She didn't believe that Zhao Xingyuan knew everything!

When Zhao Xingyuan looked at Song Yiqing, his sharp eyes clearly understood all her secrets in an instant.

"Song Yiqing, my father only spent less than 1000 million on you, that's because, in his eyes, you are worth so much!"