Sweetie, don't look at him, kiss me.

Lin Qingmian was startled.

She said 100,000 yuan just to scare the child and make him back down.

Unexpectedly, the other party turned around directly.

Do kids these days have so much pocket money?

She frowned, about to ask him where he got so much money, when he transferred another 100,000 yuan to her, along with a message: "You can add more if it's not enough."

Lin Qingmian was completely intimidated by this rich and powerful young man.

After a moment, she frowned and opened Fang Shiyang's chat window, tentatively probing: "Director Fang, is your friend...from a wealthy family?"

Fang Shiyang thought for a moment and immediately understood what she meant.

So I replied to her: "His family is extremely wealthy. If you want to make money off him, don't hesitate to do it for my sake."

Receiving her reply, Lin Qingmian finally felt relieved.

It seems she misunderstood.

Taking a deep breath, the woman accepted the 200,000 yuan transfer with a clear conscience and replied to the other party: "Boss, send me the account and password. Going from 0 stars to 100 stars might take a while."

After the client sent her the account password, she directly spent 50,000 yuan to place an order for 100-star boosting on the platform.

He made 150,000 yuan simply by transferring money from one hand to the other.

That's enough for her to pay off three months' worth of debt.

Because they made a big profit from a deal, Lin Qingmian specially took Yao Yingyu to the commercial street across from the school for lunch.

"Mianmian."

Sitting in a booth at the hot pot restaurant, Lin Qingmian had just finished ordering when Yao Yingyu, sitting opposite her, frowned and lowered her voice: "Have you offended anyone lately?"

Lin Qingmian paused, not understanding what she meant: "What's wrong?"

Yao Yingyu paused for a moment, then pointed to several tall men sitting on a bench across from the hot pot restaurant: "Why do I feel... they're following you?"

When Lin Qingmian came to class in the morning, Yao Yingyu noticed that these people had been following her not far behind.

Although she found it a little strange, she didn't think much of it.

After all, there are tens of thousands of students in the school, and quite a few of them are tall and strong, and act suspiciously.

Perhaps the other person just goes to the same teaching building as Lin Qingmian.

But later, after class, when she accompanied Lin Qingmian to the library, she saw them again.

Now, both of them have graduated from school, but they are still in their vicinity...

There can't be that many coincidences in this world, right?

Hearing her say that, Lin Qingmian was taken aback and subconsciously glanced in the direction she was pointing.

Those men in black did look somewhat familiar.

But she hasn't offended anyone recently...

Seeing Lin Qingmian's pale face, Yao Yingyu quickly whispered, "Maybe they aren't bad people. Maybe it's because of the rumors at school yesterday... they want to see if you're really a rich man's mistress..."

Yao Yingyu paused halfway through her sentence and did not continue.

She said all this hoping to keep Lin Qingmian from disturbing her meal, but halfway through her sentence, she realized she had brought up a topic that was even more troubling to her…

"That is indeed a possibility."

Coming to her senses, Lin Qingmian smiled at Yao Yingyu: "Let's not worry about them for now, let's eat."

This is a busy downtown area; even if these people are incredibly bold, they wouldn't dare cause trouble in a hot pot restaurant.

After staring at Lin Qingmian for a while, Yao Yingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt at ease.

"Was that Miss Lin just looking in our direction?"

On a bench across the shopping street, one man in black whispered to another, who was pretending to make a phone call, "Have we been discovered?"

"Won't."

The man put down his phone, secretly took a picture in the direction of the hot pot restaurant, and sent it to an account labeled "Boss Ji": "We're professionals. How could an ordinary girl like her have spotted us so quickly?"

In a dressing room on a film set in Los Angeles, Ji Xingye zoomed in on a photo on the screen, his eyes greedily fixed on the girl in the picture.

The previous videos of Lin Qingmian being beaten were all taken from the front, but this photo is of her profile.

From this angle, her slender figure and sharp jawline are clearly visible.

Compared to two years ago, she has lost a lot of weight and matured a lot.

The man's fingertips gently caressed the woman's thin face in the photograph.

He used to know her better than she knew herself.

But now...

He didn't even know who this friend who was eating hot pot with her was.

After a long silence, the man took a deep breath and replied to the bodyguard who had messaged him: "Protect her well."

The afternoon is full of classes.

Yao Yingyu recently took on a part-time job in the south of the city. As soon as the school bell rang, she said goodbye to Lin Qingmian and hurriedly left.

Lin Qingmian packed her schoolbag at a leisurely pace all by herself.

When I walked out of the classroom, there were hardly any people left in the corridor.

She saw those men again, the same ones who had been outside the hot pot restaurant at noon.

She deliberately circled the campus several times.

No matter where she went, those men followed her at a distance of about five or six body lengths, keeping a close eye on her.

Lin Qingmian finally realized that she was indeed being followed.

But she couldn't figure out who she had offended.

As it grew darker, Lin Qingmian was at a loss.

She had a falling out with Ji Linzhou last night, and she wasn't sure if he would ever come home again.

It's impossible for her to reveal her address knowing she's being followed by these people.

But... if she doesn't go home, where else can she go?

I can't go to Jiang Yao's place, but I can't bear to stay in a hotel...

Just then, her phone rang.

It was Baicheng who attacked.

"Mrs."

The man's voice on the other end of the phone was respectful: "Are you home? Sir has left a document on the sofa and needs it urgently..."

Lin Qingmian frowned, turned her gaze to the men in the corridor behind her who were pretending to chat but actually keeping a close eye on her, and said with a hint of weariness in her voice, "I'm not home."

After a brief silence, Bai Cheng lowered his voice: "But Madam, it's already eight o'clock in the evening, and you're not home... Where did you go?"

Although his tone was still respectful, Lin Qingmian felt inexplicably uncomfortable: "Where I am is none of your business?"

On the other end of the phone, Bai Cheng glanced at the gloomy-faced man in front of her and gave an awkward laugh: "Madam, please don't misunderstand, I'm just concerned about you..."

"How about this?"

Lin Qingmian raised her hand and pinched the bridge of her nose: "I'm at school. Come pick me up now, and I'll go back to my apartment to find the documents for you and deliver them there."

After saying that, she glanced at the group of men in black in the distance: "And bring a bodyguard with good driving skills along."

Bai Cheng looked up, wanting to ask Ji Linzhou for his opinion with his eyes, but there was only an empty sofa in front of him.

The tall, imposing man had already gotten up and put on his coat in the entryway.

Bai Cheng paused for a moment, then quickly said, "Okay, Madam, you can just go to the school gate. We... I'll be there right away!"