Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 241 Please Let Me Free a Meal 10

Song Xianyin smiled and said, "Sure, I'll fix it for you in the future."

Gao Zeming handed her water and a towel.

Song Xianyin was so thirsty that she drank half a bottle of water in one go.

Gao Zeming said casually, "I just saw your ex-boyfriend on the street. He was arm in arm with a woman."

Song Xianyin choked up, clutching her water bottle: "What a coincidence!"

Seeing that Song Xianyin didn't believe him, Gao Zeming said helplessly, "He's so swaggering around, it's hard not to see him."

Song Xianyin didn't say anything more. Gao Zeming knew she was upset and comforted her, saying, "There are plenty of fish in the sea."

And a man like that is even less worth caring about.

Song Xianyin lowered her head in disappointment: "He said before that it was just me, me alone."

Gao Zeming leaned back in his chair, looking at the flowers in the garden: "Men never tell the truth, Miss Song. You should take control of your own life."

Song Xianyin looked at him in confusion: "Does Mr. Gao not tell the truth either?"

Gao Zeming's lips twitched. What does it mean to lift a rock only to drop it on your own foot?

“Cough… I’m different from them; I only speak the truth.” He cleared his throat.

Song Xianyin looked at him and smiled: "I also think Mr. Gao is different from them."

Gao Zeming nodded in satisfaction; of course, he was different from them.

He is a high-quality human being, while those people are not yet fully developed.

“Miss Song, don’t put too much pressure on yourself.” Gao Zeming paused for a moment. “Just tell me which school you want to go to when the time comes.”

Others started preparing for the exam a year ago, but she's only starting now, and she also has to learn the language, which will definitely be a bit troublesome.

But it's okay, he has some ability.

Song Xianyin had just received a message from Song Xuanran saying that the old man's health had almost fully recovered.

Song Xianyin finally began her main quest.

“Mr. Gao, may I ask you a very presumptuous question?” Song Xianyin stood in front of him, her expression somewhat serious.

Gao Zeming looked at her blankly and nodded.

Why is she suddenly being so formal? Does she still not forget that guy?

If this continues, he really needs to see a psychologist, not for her, but for himself, because he's under too much pressure.

"Mr. Gao, do you remember having someone break someone's leg?"

Upon hearing this, Gao Zeming's expression clearly changed.

He frowned as he pondered for a long time before finally meeting her gaze.

He asked sincerely, "Which person?"

He broke the legs of so many people that he couldn't remember them all.

Song Xianyin paused for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Have you broken many people's legs?"

Gao Zeming nodded: "Yes, Miss Song, because I'm also involved in the loan project."

Although this method is not entirely ethical, it certainly brings in money quickly.

Song Xianyin was baffled by his self-righteousness.

Gao Zeming sized up Song Xianyin in front of him and frowned: "Miss Song, do you perhaps also want to go into this line of work?"

It's not impossible, but debt collection requires some skill. If she likes this approach, he wouldn't mind teaching her some methods.

Song Xianyin choked up: "No."

She looked up at him and said, word by word, "Do you remember one of the men surnamed Song?"

Gao Zeming frowned deeply: "Miss Song, I don't understand, do you have any family members whose legs I broke?"

Seeing Gao Zeming's puzzled expression, Song Xianyin almost lost her composure.

Gao Zeming kept looking at Song Xianyin, but Song Xianyin didn't continue speaking.

He'll look it up himself.

That evening, Song Xianyin and Song Xuanran's files were placed on Gao Zeming's desk.

The bodyguard was speechless. They'd been living at home for so long before he thought to check. He figured their CEO wasn't much smarter.

After reading the information, Gao Zeming breathed a sigh of relief: "So she's not love-struck."

The bodyguard asked suspiciously, "President, what do you mean by 'love-struck' Miss Song?"

Gao Zeming laughed and said, "That man is her brother; they are not a couple."

The bodyguard was shocked: "Then why are they pretending to be a couple?"

Kind of scary.

Gao Zeming handed the document to the bodyguard, whose expression grew increasingly serious as he looked at the words on it.

"President, you're inviting a wolf into the house."

It turns out she was seeking revenge for her husband.

Gao Zeming looked at her with great admiration: "I knew she wasn't love-struck."

The bodyguard's lips twitched: "President, this is not the time to talk about this. Miss Song is a ticking time bomb right now."

They should lock her up.

Gao Zeming was in a good mood: "It's alright, I'll give Miss Song whatever compensation she wants. It's understandable that she's angry because I broke her father's leg."

bodyguard:……

The next day, Song Xuanran carried his father to their door.

The atmosphere in the living room was somewhat somber.

Song's father cried and wailed, pointing at Gao Zeming and cursing him, while Gao Zeming sat calmly on the sofa.

“Uncle Song.” Gao Zeming nodded politely to him.

Song Xuanran said with a grief-stricken expression, "Mr. Gao, you owe my father an explanation."

Gao Zeming understood: "I will lose money."

Song Xuanran was delighted; he liked straightforward people.

Mr. Song's eyes lit up immediately; he didn't have to pay back the money and he even got some.

“But I want to transfer this money to Miss Song’s account.” Gao Zeming pointed to Song Xianyin, who had been silent the whole time.

Song Xianyin felt very guilty. They had come to extort money, and the recording was already being made. Before they even started saying their lines, Gao Zeming had already agreed.

“No way,” Mr. Song immediately refused.

“It was my leg that was broken, not the money in her account.”

He knew that Song Xianyin had no feelings for him at all, so he wouldn't give her that chance.

Seeing that Song Xuanran remained silent, Song's father began to panic. He cursed at Song Xianyin, "When I was broke, you wouldn't even look at me, and now you want money..."

"Uncle Song, if you say another word, I'll have someone tear your mouth apart," Gao Zeming laughed.

"Anyway, you're all here for the money, aren't you? You can get even more money if you tear your mouth apart."

Mr. Song promptly shut up.

"Miss Song, how much money do you want?" Gao Zeming looked at Song Xianyin patiently.

After Song Xianyin arrived at the Gao family, her face became fuller and her complexion became rosier.

Song Xianyin looked at Song Xuanran, wondering how much he wanted, since he hadn't told her beforehand.

The atmosphere fell silent again.

Song Xuanran scratched the back of his head, wondering how much it would cost. He had completely forgotten to think about it.

"I want thirty million," Mr. Song said firmly.

Song Xianyin and Song Xuanran looked at him in horror. As expected of the first bad guy they came into contact with, he dared to ask for it.

The bodyguard scoffed, "Thirty million for those lousy legs of yours?"

Song Xuanran glanced silently at his father beside him, and tentatively suggested a realistic figure: "How about three thousand yuan?"

Song Xianyin met his gaze.

Three thousand yuan is enough to buy his legs.