The Disabled Villain Omega Uses Her Riches to Get Close to People (GL) - Chapter 25.2

Jing Chaocao thought she was seeing things. Being on a trip abroad, there should be a time difference. She hadn’t expected an instant reply.

Jing Chaocao: It should be around two or three in the morning for you?

Country K was about eight hours behind.

Chi Wanzhu: Yes. Just finished a meeting.

When she saw the message, Chi Wanzhu was standing by the hotel window. Looking down, she could see the scattered lights below. Gold and blue overlapped, particularly vivid in the night, like gold and blue paint spilled across the dark.

Before her was the computer screen from the meeting that had just ended. The light reflected off her profile. Her phone chimed—just a string of numbers. But Chi Wanzhu knew who it was.

Jing Chaocao knew Chi Wanzhu was busy, but she hadn’t expected it to be this intense, handling work at three in the morning.

Jing Chaocao: It’s so late, get some rest!

Unlike her—she had been full of energy just a few minutes ago. After reading two pages of a book, she decided the library was indeed a great place. Quiet, no disturbances, perfect temperature. An ideal place for a nap.

Chi Wanzhu was used to this schedule.

Chi Wanzhu: What about you? Where are you?

Jing Chaocao leaned on the desk and yawned. But her hands were fast, telling a completely different story.

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Jing Chaocao: Studying in the library!

She hadn’t expected that her rare trip to the library would actually prove useful. Chi Wanzhu received the photo, zoomed in, and looked for a few seconds. The person taking the photo was likely sitting by the window. The light was strong, falling on the person and casting a partial shadow on the textbook. The rest was too bright to see the words due to the glare. However, she could tell the open page was perfectly clean.

Chi Wanzhu closed the photo.

Chi Wanzhu: It’s easy to get sleepy at noon. Don’t nap for too long.

Jing Chaocao bolted upright and looked around her. How did Chi Wanzhu know she was about to sleep all the way from Country K?!

Jing Chaocao: How did you know I was going to sleep?!

The computer screen automatically timed out and went dark. Consequently, the faint curve of Chi Wanzhu’s lips was hidden in the darkness of the window.

Chi Wanzhu: Now I know.

Jing Chaocao: …

Jing Chaocao looked back at her previous message. People really can’t empathize, not even with their past selves from thirty seconds ago. She really wanted to ask her past self what on earth she was thinking when she sent that.

But that thought passed in an instant. When a problem arises, one must look outward. She felt this was Chi Wanzhu’s fault. That sentence above was clearly a trap for her to fall into. She was now even more convinced that Chi Wanzhu was like a black sesame glutinous rice ball (sweet but dark inside).

Thinking of this, Jing Chaocao’s mind drifted. Black sesame glutinous rice balls sounded like a good dinner.

Chi Wanzhu: I’ve arranged for Assistant Lin to handle the apartment. She should contact you in the next few days.

Jing Chaocao: I’ve finished the school procedures; I can move anytime.

Chi Wanzhu: If you need to move things, just call Li Yan.

Jing Chaocao already had Li Yan’s contact info. Seeing this, Jing Chaocao decided to retract her previous thought. Chi Wanzhu was clearly a very considerate black sesame glutinous rice ball.

Jing Chaocao: Okay, I’ll wait for you at the apartment then!

Chi Wanzhu: Mm.

A cold black sesame glutinous rice ball.

Jing Chaocao: Goodnight, go to sleep early!

Chi Wanzhu: Good afternoon.

Jing Chaocao: ???

What was the intent behind saying “Good afternoon” to a student determined to fight a ten-hour battle in the library!

A wicked black sesame glutinous rice ball.

But the library seemed to have a magical power. It was a great place for sleeping and playing on the phone; temptations were doubled. Jing Chaocao felt that only someone with her self-control could study steadily inside. Aside from a break for lunch, she spent the rest of the time reading. Of course, whether the knowledge actually entered her brain was another matter.

After leaving the library, she planned to go out and buy some glutinous rice balls for dinner. But as soon as she reached the gate, a man in a suit walked up to her.

“Miss Jing, Young Master Chi would like to see you.”

Jing Chaocao: “…?” She was confused at first, but upon hearing “Young Master Chi,” she instantly realized what was happening. “Where?”

She hadn’t expected him to arrive even faster than she thought. The man in the suit bowed slightly and pointed. “This way, please.”

Jing Chaocao reached the designated cafe. She looked left and right, scanned everyone in the cafe, but couldn’t find the so-called “Young Master Chi.” She was forced to turn around and ask the man in the suit, “Where is your Young Master Chi?”

The man in the suit was silent for two seconds, then extended his arm and pointed to the spot right next to Jing Chaocao, less than a meter away. Jing Chaocao looked down; a man was sitting there, but his gaze was unfriendly, looking like he was about to burst into flames.

All his life, Chi Hang had never been so ignored, except in front of Chi Wanzhu. A few days ago, Chi Lin brought back an illegitimate son and seemed to like him very much, making him cold toward Chi Hang. Worried that Chi Lin would give the shares to the other guy, Chi Hang had to strike first and went to see his grandfather, Chi Mao.

Convincing Jing Chaocao to leave so Chi Wanzhu would comply with the marriage alliance was the first task Chi Mao gave him.

Jing Chaocao sat down. Her apology was extremely perfunctory. “Sorry, I didn’t recognize Young Master Chi just now.”

Chi Hang sized her up, looking at her simple clothes for a few seconds before sneering, “If your eyesight is bad, get some glasses.” He couldn’t understand what Chi Wanzhu saw in this Alpha.

Jing Chaocao felt she couldn’t be blamed. “No need for your concern, Young Master Chi. My vision is 5.0; I have no use for glasses yet. Sometimes people need self-awareness; when a problem arises, one should reflect on oneself more.”

Chi Hang’s intuition told him she wasn’t saying anything good. “What do you mean?”

Jing Chaocao ordered a coffee before saying, “This is my first time meeting Young Master Chi, so naturally I didn’t know what you looked like. But I know President Chi. I figured since she’s so beautiful, she would definitely pick the most handsome person in this place. Who would have thought…”

She sighed at the end, deliberately leaving the sentence unfinished.

Chi Hang took a few seconds to process before staring at her. “Are you calling me ugly?”

Jing Chaocao: “…” Did that really take that long to process? Not only ugly, but slow. Not even as smart as the man in the suit. The man in the suit had been suppressing the corners of his mouth ever since she finished speaking. She felt tired for his facial muscles.

No wonder Chi Wanzhu wasn’t worried when she said the Chi family would come looking for her. Was there even a need to worry? She could handle this herself quite easily.

“I didn’t say that; you’re the one identifying with it.” Jing Chaocao felt she wasn’t strong enough to carry such a big “black pot” (scapegoat/blame).

Chi Hang’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. “You…” “You…” He wanted to refute, but he couldn’t find an angle.

Jing Chaocao waited for a long time but didn’t hear him say anything of substance. She whispered, “President Chi never mentioned anyone in the family had a stutter?” It seemed like a whisper, but Chi Hang heard it clearly. Even that “you” was swallowed back.

Chi Hang took a few deep breaths. “Miss Jing, I didn’t come here today to bicker with you. The Chi family already knows about you and Chi Wanzhu; they won’t agree to it. I came today…”

Before he could finish, Jing Chaocao interrupted. “I understand. How much are you offering?”

She had seen this scenario in TV dramas a thousand times. But in dramas, it was at least the parents or grandparents who came. Instead, she got Chi Hang. Jing Chaocao felt that if possible, she should leave a bad review for the original novel. Cannon fodder is one thing, but the plot shouldn’t treat her with such lack of importance.

Before coming, Chi Hang had envisioned what to do if the Alpha insisted on not breaking up. But he hadn’t expected her to be so “on board.” He began to mock Chi Wanzhu in his heart. Her taste was so poor, picking an Alpha who was so greedy. He deeply regretted not recording the conversation earlier. If he had, he would play it on loop next to Chi Wanzhu just to embarrass her.

But it wasn’t too late. Chi Hang turned on his recorder before saying, “Three million. As long as you promise not to contact Chi Wanzhu again, it will be in your account tonight.”

After speaking, he leaned back, confident. How could an ordinary university student not be tempted by three million?

Jing Chaocao: “…Too little.”

Looking at his expression, she thought he was going to offer thirty million. At the very least, he should meet the TV drama standard of five million.

Chi Hang almost fell backward. He felt she was being ungrateful. “How much more do you want? Three million is too little?” What kind of person did Chi Wanzhu find!

Jing Chaocao maintained her attitude. “Can you really only offer three million?” Compared to Chi Wanzhu, it was too far off. And “arriving tonight”? It seemed there might be some cash flow issues. In the world of payouts, this deserved a bad review.

It seemed he was not only ugly and slow, but also poor.

It was a clear provocation, but Chi Hang took the bait. Jing Chaocao’s disdainful look was too obvious, reminding him of the past. Every task Chi Mao assigned, whether in study or work, Chi Wanzhu was always the first to finish and did it the best. When people heard she was an Omega, their admiration grew, while the looks they gave him became complex, as if saying an Alpha couldn’t even beat an Omega.

“Five million.” Chi Hang felt she couldn’t refuse this time.

Jing Chaocao finished her last sip of coffee. She shook her head, sighed, picked up her bag, and prepared to leave. “Maybe you should send someone richer next time.”

She had thought everyone in the novel world was rich, which was why Chi Wanzhu offered fifty million for a simple agreement. Now it seemed it was just Chi Wanzhu who was rich.

Chi Hang stood up to stop her, but was first stopped by the waiter. “Sir, you haven’t paid the bill yet.”

Chi Hang watched Jing Chaocao walk out the door and hurriedly pulled some money from his wallet. “Here, here!” He tried to leave.

But the waiter stopped him again. “Sir, you ordered two coffees; the total is 459 yuan.”

Chi Hang had only given a hundred-yuan bill. He turned to the waiter. “Your coffee is that expensive?”

“One of them is our shop’s treasure, Yirgacheffe, priced at 419 yuan.”

Walking out of the cafe, Jing Chaocao smacked her lips. As expected of the most expensive coffee in the shop; it tasted quite different from the 9.9 yuan coffee she usually drank.