NOVEL Dear Mr. Shi Chapter 466 - 466 accompany me for two nights consider it as

Dear Mr. Shi

Chapter 466 - 466 accompany me for two nights consider it as
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Chapter 466: 466, accompany me for two nights, consider it as your repayment.

Chapter 466: 466, accompany me for two nights, consider it as your repayment.

Song Qinghuan went to the bank to check, and there was exactly two million inside the card.

When she returned home, she sat on the couch holding the bank card, in silence for a long time.

It was midnight when Shi Yuhuan came home. Song Qinghuan hadn’t slept yet and was still sitting quietly, maintaining the same posture she had had in the afternoon.

Seeing Shi Yuhuan return, her calm breathing suddenly grew ragged, her voice painfully hoarse: “Why do you have to give me a bank card again?”

Shi Yuhuan looked at her indifferently. He thought if he’d given her a cheque instead of a bank card, she probably would’ve torn it up right in front of him and tossed it in his face.

She clearly needed money, but still asked him why he’d given her a bank card, so stubborn and out of touch with reality.

He really had no idea how she figured out to give gifts when she first joined the company.

After a moment’s thought, he was sure she hadn’t come up with that tactic herself.

Indeed, it wasn’t Song Qinghuan’s own idea. It was a strategy suggested by Mei Jun.

Seeing Shi Yuhuan gave no reply, Song Qinghuan’s tone grew harsher: “I told you I don’t want your money! We haven’t divorced yet, so your supplementary card is still with me. Once we are divorced, I’ll return it. Rest assured, I haven’t used any money.”

At this moment, how she wished Shi Yuhuan could say: “Just keep it!”

Shi Yuhuan removed his coat, casually tossing it onto the sofa, loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and finally, elegantly sat on the couch, like a king holding court.

His voice was cold: “Why are you so stubborn? Do you think you can feed yourself with your pride?”

Song Qinghuan’s face stiffened. She clenched her lower lip, staring at Shi Yuhuan for several seconds before turning her back to him.

After a moment, she muttered: “Yeah, pride can’t fill the stomach. I need money right now, exactly two million. I shouldn’t be asking you these questions, but be thankful and accept it.”

“…Are you angry?” Shi Yuhuan looked at her, his deep voice flowed out from his thin lips, asking her slowly.

Song Qinghuan smirked scornfully, her tone frosty: “Do the poor dare to be angry? But don’t worry, I won’t take your money for nothing, I’ll pay you back!”

“Alright, two nights with me would square us off,” Shi Yuhuan said indifferently, with a hint of teasing.

He didn’t mean anything, only hoping that Song Qinghuan wouldn’t take the matter of him giving her money too seriously.

But his words didn’t sound the same to Song Qinghuan.

Her clear face turned bright red, as if on fire. She turned back and glared at him, “Shi Yuhuan, what do you take me for, and what do you take yourself for. I’m going back to work at the company tomorrow. If you want to deduct repayment, do it from my salary!”

The corners of Shi Yuhuan’s dark eyes showed a moment of helplessness, then his gaze returned to its usual icy depth: “Your wage is just five thousand a month. How long would it take to pay it all off?”

Even though she had told herself to keep her temper, Song Qinghuan couldn’t help but yell at him indignantly: “What’s your rush? You can deduct from my salary first, however much it turns out to be. I’ll figure something out for the rest. One day, I will definitely pay it all off.”

Shi Yuhuan paused momentarily, then snorted coldly: “Song Qinghuan, you haven’t forgotten, have you? I’ve already fired you!”

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