HPDBC Chapter 837 Provoking Her? What Are They Thinking?
Chapter 837 Provoking Her? What Are They Thinking?
"Dad, what's wrong?"
Zhouzhou tilted her little head, reaching out to see his phone.
Qin Lie quickly tucked it away into his pocket. "It's nothing."
How could it be nothing?
Zhouzhou looked skeptical.
She leaned against his shoulder, feeling gloomy. "Dad, why am I being scolded? My merits can't just disappear like that!"
Her life was so tough.
Earning merits was so hard, yet losing them was so easy.
Little chubby girl felt really upset.
After pondering for a moment, Qin Lie briefly explained the situation to her.
"Do you remember those two people who asked about the hidden stash of money?"
Zhouzhou nodded, "I remember."
"Were they the ones scolding me?"
"Yeah." Qin Lie sat her on his lap and continued, "Not only did they scold, but they are now crying about it online, rallying others to scold you as well."
So that's how it is.
No wonder it was so bad.@@@@
If it were just one or two people scolding, it wouldn't have caused such a fast decline.
"What are they saying? Are they saying I calculated incorrectly?"
"Not just that; they also criticized me for hitting someone."
Upon hearing this, Little chubby girl immediately grew alert.
"They wouldn't try to extort money, would they?" That was her biggest concern.
Scolding was one thing, but it couldn't hurt her finances.
Qin Lie couldn't help but chuckle at his little girl, the previous gloom dissipating a bit.
He touched Zhouzhou's chubby face. "Don't worry; they can't extort any money."
"Then that's good." Zhouzhou breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking down at her fingers again, she began to fret.
She had exchanged money for those merits too, which was basically money!
But if others scolded her, she couldn't do anything about it.
At that moment, Zhouzhou's phone watch rang.
It was Huo Ji'an calling.
But targeting Zhouzhou?
There was no way he'd let that slide.
Sure enough, after hanging up the phone, Qin Lie immediately contacted the company's legal team, instructing them to prepare for action.
He then had someone investigate the man's financial records. Upon discovering periodic transfers to another account, he let out a cold laugh.
It wasn't long before the owner of the second account was identified, along with photos of the man and the account holder entering and leaving a hotel arm-in-arm.
Without showing Zhouzhou—he wouldn't sully her innocence—Qin Lie forwarded the evidence to the legal team.
As for the hospital's medical examination report? That was even easier to deal with.
After gathering evidence, Qin Lie looked down at Zhouzhou and pondered for a moment before asking, "Zhouzhou, do you want to make some money?"
Did that even need to be asked?
The little chubby girl, still upset about her lost merits, perked up immediately at those words. Nodding eagerly, she replied, "Yes!"
"Great." Qin Lie smiled, though his eyes held no warmth.
Good, he wanted to see just what capabilities they had to dare slander his daughter.
At the hospital, the atmosphere behind closed doors was far from remorseful.
After the reporters had left, the woman turned to the man lying in bed, her face filled with hesitation.
"Honey, are you sure about this? Isn't it... a bit wrong?"
"What's wrong with it?" The man sneered, the leg that had been "too injured to move" just moments earlier now comfortably crossed over the other.
"This is all about money. Rich people like them care the most about their reputation. We're not asking for much—just a million. That's nothing to them, probably less than their pocket change for a month."
A flash of envy flickered in his eyes, but the thought of the incoming money quickly replaced it with glee.
"When the reporters come next time, you need to cry harder. Your acting just doesn't cut it."
The woman nodded but then remembered something.
"What about what that little girl said? About the other woman?"
"She's just a kid," he dismissed with a wave. "How could she possibly know anything about fortune-telling?"
"Really?"
"Of course! Don't go messing things up now, not when we're so close to hitting the jackpot."
That seemed to reassure her, and she chose to believe him. She failed to notice the subtle sigh of relief he let out.
A short while later, the woman's phone buzzed. She picked it up and froze, her expression shifting to one of disbelief.
"That little girl... she's going live."
The man scoffed.
"Going live? For what?"
The woman squinted at the screen, stunned.
"Live-streaming... fortune-telling."