Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 226 The Love-Obsessed Young Lady 1

At the university gate, Qingmo had just walked through when she saw the man in front of her grabbing her wrist with a little force, which hurt her a bit.

"Ye Qingqing, can you stop being unreasonable? If you don't apologize to Xiyan, I won't attend your birthday party." The man looked at Qingmo with a reproachful expression, as if she had committed some heinous crime.

Qingmo frowned. Who cares whose fault it is? It can't be hers. Is this man seriously ill? She has to apologize to others before he'll even attend her birthday party. Does he have that much shame?

She forcefully shook off the man's hand, rubbing her wrist as she said, "What breed of dog are you? Do I need to beg you to attend my birthday party?"

After saying that, she glanced at the man from head to toe. He did look like a human being, and he was dressed quite well. You could tell at a glance that he was very expensive. How come he couldn't say anything nice?

Meng Baiyu was shocked to hear Ye Qingqing, who always obeyed him, say such hurtful things, and his face turned very ugly.

Pointing at Qingmo, he said, "Ye Qingqing, don't forget, you were the one who begged me to attend your birthday party. Humph, are you playing hard to get with me now? Do you think that's funny?"

Qingmo was too lazy to pay attention to this idiot and turned to leave, but he stepped forward and blocked her way. "This matter is not over today. If you don't apologize to Xiyan, I will never forgive you."

Qingmo crossed her arms and looked directly at him: "Oh? Is that so? Then how exactly do you intend to refuse to forgive me? Tell me."

Meng Baiyu thought Qingmo had given in, so he said confidently, "First, you have to give Xiyan the bag you bought yesterday as an apology. Second, you have to apologize to her in public in front of everyone. Only if you can do these things will I attend your birthday party."

Qingmo was also amused, and raised her hand to slap Meng Baiyu hard across the face.

She sneered, "You're really poor, aren't you? So poor you can't afford to eat? If you can't afford to eat, go eat shit! What are you doing chasing girls? You can't even afford to buy a bag. Do you need me to pay for it for you? If you really can't afford that, go work as a waiter. If you can't even work as a waiter, go sell your ass. That's better than you asking me for help. I'm not your mother, so I'm not going to spoil you like this."

Meng Baiyu was stunned by the blow, his face burning with pain, and the students passing by cast curious glances at him.

Enraged, he was about to retaliate when he suddenly stopped, seemingly remembering something.

Just then, a voice came: "Brother Bai Yu".

The two turned their heads and saw a girl in a white dress running towards them. She was Zhou Xiyan, the center of their conversation.

She slowly walked between the two of them, looking at Meng Baiyu with a pitiful expression. "Brother Baiyu, please don't hold a grudge against Sister Qingqing. It's nothing for me to suffer a little grievance. Sister Qingqing didn't do it on purpose. Don't let me cause you two to drift apart."

Qingmo rolled her eyes; the green tea she drank was much older.

Xiyan turned to look at Qingmo and said softly, "Sister Qingqing, it's my fault. Don't be angry. Brother Baiyu was just standing up for me. It's better for you two to be happy together."

Qingmo sneered, "Oh, so you know it's your fault, but you still want my bag? What, are you two shameless? You've been eyeing the bag I bought yesterday? Are you two rats?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xiyan's eyes immediately welled up with tears. "Sister Qingqing, how could you say that about us? Brother Baiyu just saw that you have so many bags and often only carry one or two at a time, so he wanted me to help you share the burden."

Seeing this, Meng Baiyu felt heartbroken. He shielded Zhou Xiyan behind him and scolded Qingmo, "Ye Qingqing, you've gone too far! Who cares about your shabby bag? If you hadn't kept insisting on giving me things, do you think I would have wanted yours?"

Qingmo scoffed, "Oh, a dog that scavenges for food is pretending to be high and mighty? Then give back everything I gave you."

Just then, a luxury car slowly drove up and stopped next to the three of them. A handsome man got out of the car, walked straight to Qingmo, and said gently, "Qingqing, I've come to pick you up."

Qingmo looked at him with suspicion, but quickly realized that this was probably someone the original owner knew.

The man glanced at Meng Baiyu and Zhou Xiyan and said contemptuously, "Don't waste your time on this kind of trash. Today, your aunt and uncle have specially prepared a lot of your favorite dishes. Let's go."

Qingmo shrugged indifferently and got into the car with the handsome guy, leaving Meng Baiyu and Zhou Xiyan standing there dumbfounded.

After getting on the bus, Qingmo realized that this handsome guy kept talking non-stop, like Tang Sanzang chanting sutras. She simply closed her eyes and pretended to sleep to receive the plot.

The original owner, Ye Qingqing, was the daughter of the Ye Group, a girl who grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth. It can be said that her starting point was the end point that many people could not reach even after a lifetime of struggle.

Unfortunately, the original owner was a hopeless romantic. The rich girl fell for a poor boy from a poor family, a boy who was able to attend university only because he was sponsored by the Ye family. This boy was Meng Baiyu, whom Qingmo had met before.

Meng Baiyu is handsome and hardworking, a true academic star. He has no shortage of girls who secretly admire and pursue him, and the original owner of this body can be considered a prime example of a "simp".

She clearly held a trump card; she really wanted a man, and it wouldn't have been impossible for her to grovel before him. But instead, she chose to be a sycophant, ultimately leading to the destruction of her family.

Qingmo listened to the handsome guy's ramblings while sorting out the plot.

The original owner was incredibly devoted to Meng Baiyu, not only showering him with money but also humbling herself to the point of groveling. Yet, Meng Baiyu, while spending the original owner's money to curry favor with Zhou Xiyan, remained hypocritically aloof.

She kept saying, "Who cares about your stinking money? Don't use your money to insult my noble character." She looked down on the original owner, but all the clothes she wore and the watch she wore were gifts from the original owner. She was neither proactive nor passive, neither refusing nor taking responsibility.

Everyone in the school knows that Ye Qingqing is pursuing Meng Baiyu relentlessly. She has been chasing him for four years, but she is still not his girlfriend.

Until he graduated from university, Meng Baiyu had not been able to find a suitable job. Having been spoiled by the original owner of the body, how could he possibly be used to a nine-to-five job that paid only a few thousand yuan a month? He couldn't even afford a shirt like the one he was wearing.

The original owner, this sucker, was willing to invest five million to start a company for him and fully support his entrepreneurship, as long as he became her boyfriend.

This put Meng Baiyu in a dilemma. On one hand, he liked Zhou Xiyan, a girl from the same background as him, who was his ideal woman.

On one hand, he hated the original owner of the body. Every time he was showered with money, it felt like his self-esteem was being rubbed into the ground, and he had no choice but to accept it.

He blamed it all on the original owner's use of money to coerce people; he was simply passively accepting it all and couldn't refuse at all.

Just like the five million dollars right in front of him now, it's an irresistible temptation. Even a tiny bit of it peeking out from between the rich girl's fingers could save him many years of hard work.

In the end, he compromised and became the original owner's boyfriend with great reluctance.

He used her money to start a business and work hard, just so that one day he could stand in front of the original owner and wash away all the humiliation she had caused him.

Qingmo: No, buddy, are you sick? You don't want this kind of humiliation, but give it to the netizens. Many younger men would want it. You've become a whore, so why do you still want to maintain a virtuous image?