When Fu Senran saw Qin Yin coming, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he quickly regained his composure.
Then he handed a card to her and said: "Qin Yin, there is one million in it, just treat it as my secret account to invest in Qin Mo."
He comes from a good family, and he and Qin Mo founded a financial company purely to pursue their dreams.
The reason why I have been supporting YM Finance now is because of my feelings.
He admired Qin Yin's stubbornness that was exactly the same as Qin Mo's.
Qin Yin reached out and refused: "Professor Fu, I don't..."
"Qin Yin, our family lacks your money?"
Jun Siche frowned, strode forward and grabbed Qin Yin's wrist.
He stood in front of Qin Yin. He was of outstanding height, with a black shirt with an open collar and half exposed muscles. He was solid and well-proportioned, with long legs and a slim waist.
His eyebrows were naturally cold, and his eyes were as dark as dots. He was staring down at Qin Yin with a cold expression.
"If you are short of money, you ask your family for it. How can you talk to outsiders?"
In Jun Siche's eyes, no matter how bad Qin Yin's words and deeds were, she was still a member of Jun's family and her biological sister.
When she reaches out for money from outsiders, she is slapping the Jun family in the face.
After all, in the Jun family, in order to compensate Qin Yin, they never shortchanged her material conditions.
Qin Yin coldly shook off Jun Siche's hand and smiled politely: "Sir, do we know each other?"
Jun Siche's pupils shrank, filled with a sense of embarrassment.
He couldn't help but continue to lecture Qin Yin, and said coldly: "Qin Yin, you'd better not ask me to take care of you in the future."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Just his steps slowed down a bit, as if he was waiting for something.
But Qin Yin didn't catch up with him to coax him like before.
Jun Siche had no choice but to go to the other end of the banquet hall angrily.
Jun Siyu stepped forward and paused, his lips pale: "Xiaoyin, what are you talking about?"
"Third brother also cares about you."
Jun Siyu feels guilty for Qin Yin. He always has nightmares these days, dreaming that Xiaoyin will never go home again.
Nightmares every day made him physically and mentally exhausted.
He still wanted to step forward, but Qin Yin took a step back and continued in a cold voice: "Do you care? I don't need it anymore."
"You get out too."
"The last thing I want to see is you."
Belated affection is worthless than grass.
What's more, does Jun Siyu really feel that he is wrong?
He just doesn't have a little follower around him who can take the blame at any time and instigate him at will. He's just not used to it!
Jun Siyu's heart seemed to have been hollowed out, and he was driven away without saying a word.
Seeing this, Jun Tangyue walked towards Qin Yin weakly: "Sister, although the substitute marriage is not what I want, you are already married. It is not good to take other people's money after all."
"If you are really short of money, there is 20,000 yuan in this card, which is a little bit of my gratitude. You can use it as an emergency..."
In her opinion, Qin Yin should have been kicked out by the Mo family and fell in love with Fu Senran.
But how much money can a college professor make?
If she gives him 20,000 yuan, Qin Yin should be grateful.
Qin Yin looked at the card handed over by Jun Tangyue and couldn't help laughing: "Twenty thousand yuan on weekdays is not enough for Miss Jun to have afternoon tea."
"Miss Jun is so generous to her 'biological sister'."
Juntang's monthly living expenses are 300,000 yuan a month, plus each of her brothers will subsidize her every month.
The eldest brother Jun Sixuan even gave her half of the money after completing a financial project.
She has less than seven digits of savings in her hand.
Send her 20,000 yuan, don't tell me, it's quite insulting.
"Qin Yin, why do you dislike Tangtang? She gave you 20,000 yuan just to show your face. How can you, a disabled bastard married, trample on Tangtang's good intentions?"
"What? That disability can't satisfy you, so you come out to sell yourself and be taken care of by others?"
Song Yan stepped forward and accused Qin Yindao condescendingly.
She is the eldest daughter of the organizer, the Song family, and everyone in the imperial capital has to give her father some slack.
Qin Yin is just a dispensable bride in the Mo family.
It's just unrecognized goods, but it's worthy of shouting on her territory and bullying her best friend?
Jun Tangyue felt happy in her heart, but she was still weak and stepped forward to hold Song Yan: "Yanyan, don't be angry. My sister may be too anxious because she is short of money..."
Song Yan smiled contemptuously: "Oh, if you need money, just sell it."
"Qin Yin, I think the financial backers you are looking for are not very good. Why don't I introduce you to some richer ones."
"Chen Yao, the eldest son of the Chen Group, and Lin Huasheng, the eldest son of the Lin Group, have just lost their wives and are planning to get married for the second time..."
"I think they match you very well."
Rumor has it that Chen Yao was a famous playboy in the imperial capital. He tortured many prostitutes to death in bed. He was debauched and smelly.
Lin Huasheng even violently abused his wife while outside with colorful flags flying. It was rumored that he killed his first wife.
When Song Yan mentions them, she is clearly sarcastic that Qin Yin is on the same level as peripheral girls.
And now when she looked at Qin Yin's custom-made red dress from Xiaoxiang's family, she felt it was even more annoying.
If someone is selling it, why should she wear a haute couture dress that she can't even order?
So she took a step forward while shaking the red wine glass, deliberately stuttering her foot, and spilled the red wine onto Qin Yin's haute couture dress.
"Ah, what a pity you wasted my glass of red wine."
Song Yan smiled evilly, she was in the circle of celebrities and knew how to be yin and yang best.
She just wants to trample on purpose.
Let Qin Yin understand that she is not worthy of anything good!
Fu Senran didn't want to interfere with Qin Yin's family affairs, and had been watching the show calmly.
But at this moment, he couldn't hold it back anymore and said angrily: "Miss Song, this person is a guest. Don't bully me too much!"
Song Yan's smile became even thicker, and she raised her chin proudly: "So what if I'm being bullied?"
"Qin Yin still dares to attack me?"
This is the territory of the Song family. No matter how crazy she is, no one dares to touch her.
But he didn't notice that Qin Yin's eyes suddenly turned cold, and for a moment his apricot eyes were filled with a cold and ruthless aura of murder.
The smile on the girl's lips became sweeter and sweeter: "Song Yan, you must have had plastic surgery on your face."
"Let me guess, what is the material of the prosthesis in your nose?"
"Yeah, it's hard to guess."
"How about we let everyone see it with their own eyes and identify it for you, eh?"
Qin Yin stepped closer, grabbed her neck and knocked her hard on the ground.
She was so powerful that Song Yan had no power to resist.
Just listen, the tip of your nose touches the ground.
The silicone prosthesis punctured the skin, causing blood to flow to the ground.
In an instant, the slaughtering pig's cry penetrated the entire venue.
There was evil in Qin Yin's eyes, and the ends of his eyes turned red.
She gently let go of Song Yan's neck, lifted up the couture dress that had been splashed with red wine, and looked into Jun Tangyue's shrinking eyes:
"Oh, it's bleeding."
"It matches the color of the red wine. It's so beautiful."
Qin Yin's red dress was stained with blood drops from the rupture of Song Yan's prosthesis.
Her eyebrows were coquettish, she looked down at Song Yan's embarrassed and painful posture with a smile, and said coquettishly:
"Ms. Song, if you continue to call my husband a disabled person... I will have to use a scalpel to remove the prosthesis under your chest."
The girl knelt down, pinched Song Yan's chin and lifted it up.
She smiled as if a mask was embedded in her face.
The standard curve of the lips, but without any emotion.
"Ah, Qin Yin, how dare you do this to me, you're done! I want you to pay the price!"
"Come here, arrest Qin Yin. I'm going to break her hand bones."
Song Yan was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe, but she still roared wildly.
Soon, the bodyguards of the venue gathered around and isolated the crowd.
Surround Qin Yin.
"Okay, I'll wait."
Qin Yinyun stood up lightly and said casually to the crowd: "Zhou Wei."
"..." Zhou Wei broke into a cold sweat:? ?
Madam, you called me by name, why do you feel like you are reciting the death list?
"Madam, please give me your instructions."
Zhou Wei wore a black suit with a unique design from the Mo Family, with the Mo Garden emblem embroidered on the cuffs.
Those who know the business will understand at a glance how unattainable the power behind him is.
But he actually called Qin Yin—Madam!
Could it be that...Qin Yin is Mrs. Mo recognized by the Mo family?
