The two of them sneaked into Qin City under the cover of darkness.
"How about staying at your sonâs place for the night?" Wang Meiqi suggested.
"No way." Wang Meili immediately vetoed the idea.
Wang Meiqi pouted. Now that Sister Wang had been caught, and they couldnât go to Gu Haojunâs house, they had no choice but to stay under the bridge.
Luckily, it wasnât too cold yet and they could endure it for a while.
But when Wang Meili woke up the next morning, she instinctively searched herself, "Which damn thief stole my money?"
Clearly, before sleeping, her hand was clutching the pocket to prevent the money from being stolen.
Unexpectedly, even after a nightâs sleep, the money was still stolen.
Now, what to do?
Wang Meili hurriedly stood up and searched every place she had hidden the money.
Itâs over, itâs over, itâs over!
All the money was gone.
Even the money she had hidden in her shoes was gone.
What kind of thief is this, who knew exactly where she hid the money?
Wang Meiqi was dumbfounded too.
Because even the few bucks she had left on her were gone.
That was something even Wang Meili didnât know.
Now, the two of them were really left penniless.
Cry?
If crying could bring back the money, that would be great.
The two sat and cried together for a long time, until they were tired and hungry, realizing they only ate a few cold buns in a rush yesterday and hadnât filled their stomachs yet.
But where could they buy food now? They didnât have a penny left.
"Brother Zhao, everythingâs settled." A man not far off slapped the money in his hand, saying into a phone booth, "The two women youâre having me monitor have now arrived in Qin City."
"Hmm," said the voice on the other end, "Just consider that money your hard-earned pay. Keep watching them, and if they get any more money, steal it again."
"I want them to never have money on them."
This is whatâs fun.
"Alright, Iâll make sure of it," the man replied respectfully.
After all, just monitoring them is much easier than the things he used to do.
The man watched the two women huddled together not far off, desperate for food after an entire day without any. Hanging up the phone, he coldly smiled, turned up his collar, and followed them.
By the way, it seems like the temperature is dropping today.
Now this makes things interesting.
Without money, letâs see what these troublemakers will do.
Yang Zhao hung up the phone, then thought about calling Yang Yunhai. The phone rang a few times before being picked up.
"Hello." Yang Yunhaiâs lazy, husky voice came through.
Yang Zhao recounted the recent events to Yang Yunhai, "What should we do next? Do we need to..."
"No need," Yang Yunhai interrupted, "Just keep an eye on them, follow the same rule, make sure she has no money, but donât push them too far."
Death?
Yang Zhao thought, given Wang Meiliâs selfish nature, she probably wouldnât go so far as to die.
"Alright, I understand." Yang Zhao replied.
As soon as his voice dropped, he heard Yang Yunhaiâs indulgent tone, "Let me help you dry your hair."
Then, the call was disconnected.
Yang Zhao smiled.
Brother Hai was becoming more grounded these days.
If someone had told him years ago that Brother Hai would turn out this way, he wouldnât have believed it, not even if he were beaten to death.
But this is truly good.
Brother Hai was too cold before, it saddened him to look at.
Now, finally someone cares for him.
Yang Zhao couldnât help but look forward to the future even more.
Or should he find a girl to date as well?