Chapter 14: Psycho Girl Cures the Miser
The passenger door opened in front of her, and He Huanhuan immediately recognized the seat cushions as the free ones she'd wrangled from the salesperson.
The car charms dangling from the rearview mirror were also her doing—cheerful little God of Wealth pendants she'd grabbed on a whim.
The whole car reeked of trying to win her over, and she was genuinely puzzled.
She looked up at Han Mo. "Do you even know what I'm about to do?"
Han Mo nodded. "Yeah, I know."
"And you're still giving me a ride?"
Han Mo gave a soft laugh. "You get carsick, don't you? I happened to be free today, so I figured I'd drop you off on the way."
What the hell!
The guy was a total simp!
He Huanhuan gave him a thumbs-up. "You're something else."
Rich as hell and still acting like a lapdog—impressive!
"Big Sister~ Don't blame Han Mo. I'm the one who told him to come~"
Gu Chacha's syrupy voice floated out from inside the house.
She was wearing a snow-white long dress, her hair curled into elegant waves.
Her smile was just as sickly sweet as she wrinkled her nose at He Huanhuan. "Big Sister, I told him you had a date today, so he came on purpose~"
"Fine."
A ride beat biking any day, so He Huanhuan bent down and slid into the passenger seat.
When she spotted that cheap BYD, the smile on Gu Chacha's face froze for a second.
Had Han Mo actually gone and bought this budget car?
She shot a glance at Han Mo, who walked over to the rear door expressionlessly and opened it for her. "After you."
Polite, and utterly distant.
Gu Chacha's eyes darkened. A piece-of-junk car like this, and she was supposed to sit in the back?
She looked down at He Huanhuan. "Big Sister, it seems you're sitting in the wrong spot."
The passenger seat was reserved for the fiancée. And she was on her way to meet Liang Ye for a blind date—how could she sit there?
He Huanhuan didn't budge an inch. "What's wrong with where I'm sitting?"
These seat cushions were hers, begged for with her own mouth. She'd sit wherever she damn well pleased!
If she knew how to drive, she'd have hijacked the whole car by now!
"But the passenger seat is..."
Gu Chacha started to argue, then bit her tongue just in time.
She couldn't say it. If she did, she'd lose.
Sure, Han Mo was a catch, but she wasn't about to let him lead her around by the nose.
She couldn't let him think she was desperate for him.
She glanced at Han Mo, standing there like a wooden post, not saying a word to defend her.
Fuming, she climbed into the backseat. The cheap leather smell hit her nostrils instantly, making her dizzy and sick.
She snapped irritably, "Why'd you buy such a crap car?"
He Huanhuan swayed happily in the passenger seat. "What's crap about it? It's brand new!"
Gu Chacha frowned in discomfort. If she'd known she'd have to suffer this pointless poverty, she'd have driven herself!
But the car had already left the Gu mansion, and it'd be awkward to turn back now.
She had a ten o'clock appointment with Liang Ye, and being late wouldn't do.
When they pulled up to the agreed-upon coffee shop, Liang Ye was already there, two cups of coffee set on the table, waiting.
The car stopped at the entrance, and the three of them got out.
Seeing Gu Chacha, Liang Ye stood up and waved.
Halfway through the gesture, his hand froze awkwardly in midair.
That gaudy bouquet standing beside Gu Chacha—was that the real rich daughter they'd mentioned?
That rainbow of a head stepped into the shop, step by step, and his gaze followed it helplessly.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, pink...
How could one person cram so many colors onto their head?
It was so distracting he didn't even register what He Huanhuan's face looked like.
Not until she was standing right in front of him, boldly giving him a once-over. "You're Liang Ye?"
He nodded, dazed. "Yeah."
He had imagined this real heiress might look dowdy, or maybe be too timid to present herself.
But definitely not this aggressive... like some street-smart tough girl.
Exactly!
Street-smart tough girl vibes!
He’d seen videos of that type online, and she was the spitting image.
He had heard those girls were totally wild, ready to throw a punch if they got upset.
He swallowed hard and nodded gently. “Yeah, that’s me.”
Gu Chacha smiled sweetly as she greeted him. “Mr. Liang, I’m entrusting my Big Sister to you now, you’d better not bully her, okay~”
Liang Ye forced a bitter smile. “Do you think I could?”
Just look at the two of them—who’s really going to mess with who?
“Oh, of course you wouldn’t~”
Gu Chacha gave him a playful slap, then naturally linked her arm through Han Mo’s. “Mr. Han, didn’t you promise to treat me to French food? I’m getting a little hungry~”
“Alright.”
Han Mo nodded at the two of them and led her out the door.
The coffee shop was suddenly left with just those two.
Liang Ye felt a bit tense—he couldn’t shake the feeling that He Huanhuan might jump up and whack him at any moment.
He sat down with his legs pressed together, playing it safe, and pointed to the coffee cup in front of He Huanhuan. “I ordered that for you.”
The straw was ridiculously thin, so He Huanhuan found it annoying and just popped the lid open to take a sip.
No sooner had the coffee touched her lips than Liang Ye said, “That one costs thirty-eight yuan.”
“Pfft, pfft, pfft...”
She brought the cup to her mouth, then spat all the coffee back into it.
With a sour face, she looked at Liang Ye. “I didn’t drink it.”
Since she got home, no one had mentioned giving her any pocket money.
They kept piling activities on her every day, keeping her so busy she never thought about asking for cash.
Her entire net worth was still twenty-three dollars and fifty cents—and not a cent more.
There was no way she could afford this coffee.
She slid the coffee cup back toward Liang Ye, palms up. “Here, take it back.”
Liang Ye was utterly stunned. In all his years of blind dates, he had never met such a... such a crazy girl!
He lowered his voice and snapped, “You drank some!”
He Huanhuan opened her mouth wide. “Don’t you frame me! I didn’t take a single sip!”
“You did! And you spit it back!”
Liang Ye was losing his mind staring at that cup. She actually spit back into it!
How was he supposed to drink that now?
What a waste!
He Huanhuan shrugged defiantly, her hands open. “I didn’t drink it, so I’m not paying.”
“You—!”
Liang Ye’s face turned red with anger!
He hadn’t dealt with anything like this since he became an adult.
Usually, he’d suggest splitting the bill, and the girls would meekly pay their share.
He glanced at the coffee, then at the fierce-looking He Huanhuan.
His stinginess won out over his vague fear, and he stood right in front of her, demanding money. “Thirty-eight. Give it to me.”
He Huanhuan’s eyebrow twitched. “You want to die?”
Liang Ye insisted, “Everyone has to pay for what they consume. You drank it, so you pay.”
“Crazy!”
He Huanhuan didn’t want to argue anymore and got up to leave.
But he grabbed her arm. “You just drank it—why won’t you admit it? If you drank it, you pay.”
For crying out loud!
Was he really dead set on taking her twenty-three fifty?
Her temper shot straight through the roof. She shoved him down into his seat!
With one hand, she pried open his mouth; with the other, she grabbed the coffee cup and started pouring.
“Drink it, dammit!”
“Gulp-gulp-gulp... gulp-gulp-gulp...”
Liang Ye was completely broken. This was the coffee she had spat back into!
But He Huanhuan was incredibly strong, pressing him down so much that he couldn’t struggle free.
After forcing half a cup of coffee down his throat, she finally let go of her grip on him.
Wiping the corner of his mouth casually with her thumb, He Huanhuan reached out and patted his face: “Now you’ve drunk more than I have. Still going to charge me?”
Liang Ye looked aggrieved: “Yes...”
He had been forced—he didn’t want to drink it...
His chin was gripped hard again: “Then you drank my saliva—shouldn’t you pay up?”
Liang Ye’s face turned bright red: “You forced me...”
He Huanhuan squeezed him and played dirty: “Just tell me, did you drink it or not?”
Liang Ye nodded, his face still red—he had indeed drunk it...
He Huanhuan pulled out her payment QR code with a flourish: “Half a cup of saliva, thirty-eight bucks. Scan it.”
“How is it that much...”
Liang Ye felt it was unfair—there was still more than half left in the cup!
“Scan it!”
A sharp glare shot his way, and he obediently scrolled the money over like a timid little wife.
With the payment in, He Huanhuan turned to leave.
“Where are you going?”
Liang Ye stood up to chase after her, then ran two steps back hurriedly to carefully pick up the remaining coffee.
“Where are you going, huh?”