Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 107 That Paparazzo Who Always Scolds Me 18

Gradually, Ye Jun fell in love with this innocent girl.

He suddenly wanted to meet her, but she always said she was too self-conscious to see him.

She also mentioned that her boss withheld her wages, but factories like theirs don't sign labor contracts, so going to court isn't very realistic.

Ye Jun frowned: "So where do you plan to look for a job?"

The other end replied after a long time: "I want to go to City A and see what it's like. Didn't you say I'm still young and can explore more?"

Ye Jun felt somewhat relieved; it turned out she had really taken his words to heart.

He gritted his teeth and sent her the money his family had sent him, plus the eight thousand yuan he had saved up over the past few days.

The cost of living in City A is very high; please take this and use it for now.

"No, no, I don't want to! This is money you worked so hard to save, how can I use your money?"

Ye Jun smiled slightly: "Don't worry, there are plenty of opportunities to make money in City A."

[As expected of Ye Jun!]

Ye Jun could already imagine her tone just by looking at the text on his phone.

He felt a little itchy when he thought about the photos she sent him a few days ago.

【Wanwan, I've booked a hotel for you. You can stay there for now, and then we can look for a place to live later.】

Wanwan sent him a voice message all day long. Hearing the sweet voice on the other end, Ye Jun's heart softened.

Soon it was time for Wanwan to come to City A. He wondered if she had been too busy lately, because she had been chatting with him much less frequently.

The teacher was still lecturing when Ye Jun sent her a message: "Wanwan, where are you?"

But the message was rejected.

Looking at the red exclamation mark on WeChat, Ye Jun's mind went blank. How could this be?

He felt a strong sense of unease; he dared not imagine what would happen next.

Eight thousand yuan...

No, Wanwan wouldn't be that kind of girl...

The class leaders were sending out a notice about preventing fraud in the class group chat. According to a college student, someone was scammed out of 20,000 yuan by online hookups, and the school forum started discussing the matter again.

Before he could contact Wanwan that evening, he knew he was doomed.

Without hesitation, he called the police, and the pregnant counselor rushed to the police station late at night.

She looked at Ye Jun with a headache: "Didn't you see all the notices I sent out?"

Ye Jun kept his head down and didn't say a word. He had spoken so much that he was no longer sensitive to it.

After filling out the information, the counselor drove Ye Jun back to school.

"Didn't we say to contact the school first if there's a problem? Why did you call the police directly? In the end, the school still had to step in to solve it."

Every school has a record of being scammed, and they'll have to rank them later. Their college has been scammed for several months, and now there's another case. The principal will blame her for not informing them properly.

Having seen this many times before, the counselor frowned and said, "Think about it yourself. In this kind of situation, the money is usually irrecoverable. Just consider it a lesson learned."

Do you still have enough money for living expenses?

Ye Jun shook his head, and the counselor sighed: "I definitely have to talk to your parents about this. You're a senior now, how could you still make such a mistake?"

Ye Jun wasn't worried at all about his counselor contacting his family, because the phone numbers he reported were always wrong.

The next day, the school's notice, with white background and red lettering, was immediately issued. Although it did not include a name, it clearly stated the college and class. The students in the class immediately recognized Ye Jun.

When Ye Jun returned to the dormitory, his roommate had a hint of mockery on his face, which was hilarious.

Inside the restaurant, a young woman in a formal dress was gracefully playing the violin, while uniformed waiters carefully carried plates, and even the air was filled with a faint fragrance.

Although there were people in the restaurant, it was very quiet; they all spoke in hushed tones.

Song Xianyin felt like she couldn't breathe; it was so suffocating.

Seeing Song Xianyin's worried face, Qin Zhaochuan's heart skipped a beat. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "I ate here last time, it should suit your taste."

Song Xianyin looked at him uncertainly: "Really?"

She didn't believe it at all; she felt like she couldn't even get enough to eat here.

I hope they won't only serve a tiny bit of food. I wish she hadn't come.

Qin Zhaochuan nodded seriously: "Really, the portions at this restaurant are huge, and the meat is delicious. We're sure we'll get our money's worth."

Qin Zhaochuan's words were somewhat abrupt in this environment, drawing strange looks from those around him.

Song Xianyin was relieved to hear this. She was really worried that Qin Zhaochuan had spent so much money, but the two of them still hadn't eaten enough.

Song Xianyin's eyes lit up when she saw the dishes the waiter brought out; they looked delicious.

She thought it was the kind of food that only had a little finger-sized portion on a plate and cost several thousand dollars.

She had tried those before, and they were delicious, but it was like eating nothing at all; she forgot the taste the next second.

Watching Song Xianyin eat with relish, Qin Zhaochuan felt a sense of satisfaction.

He really enjoyed watching her eat; it made him feel very hungry.

Qin Zhaochuan asked casually, "Miss Song, what type of guy do you like?"

Song Xianyin thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, but I don't like greyhounds. I like muscular ones."

She can't accept a boyfriend whose muscles are smaller than hers.

Qin Zhaochuan cleared his throat, desperately trying to suppress the ever-growing corners of his mouth.

He has muscles, yes, he's very disciplined.

Qin Zhaochuan glanced at Song Xianyin, then asked casually, "Miss Song, what kind of guys do you dislike?"

Song Xianyin frowned: "I hate stingy people. Ye Jun still owes me money."

I've never seen such a shameless second male lead. How can someone of this quality be a second male lead?

Qin Zhaochuan was shocked. He was doomed. He was stingy with others, but very generous with himself.

He suddenly felt depressed; he had previously withheld her wages, trying to take advantage of her.

Qin Zhaochuan didn't dare to look directly at her; he felt like she was calling him out.

Song Xianyin smiled at him: "Thank you, President Qin. I really enjoyed this meal today."

After all, he had previously treated her to scallion pancakes and even asked her to pocket the money.

Qin Zhaochuan turned his head uncomfortably and asked in a low voice, "Miss Song, I won't be stingy with you anymore, please don't hate me, okay?"

But he's also quite good at managing money; he's very good at making money, and he won't be like that anymore.

Suddenly, a waiter placed a huge bouquet of roses next to Song Xianyin.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, and Song Xianyin said dryly, "Is this the wrong one? We're not in that kind of relationship."

The waiter looked at Qin Zhaochuan with a puzzled expression. Qin Zhaochuan's face stiffened, and he looked at him with a puzzled expression as well: "I also think you put it in the wrong place."

waiter:……

He thought he had lost his mind.