The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man

Old Nine looked troubled.

”Young Master An, I really don’t have that much money.”

An Dongyang didn’t believe him. ”Old Nine, you’ve been running the black market for years. You must have made a killing. Just front me the money to get me through this emergency. How about this? I promise that if you help me handle this, I’ll definitely put in a good word for you with my father.”

”Don’t you want the market that Lu Yuanbin controls? I’ll help you get it back.”

The offer greatly tempted Old Nine, but 1,500 yuan was no small sum for him either.

”Young Master An, 1,500 yuan is not a small amount. I really don’t have it. But... I have another way.”

Of vice, gambling, and drugs, the most profitable wasn’t gambling—it was drugs.

With that stuff, one small bag would easily fetch 1,500 yuan.

An Dongyang immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Old Nine had a plan.

But Old Nine wasn’t finished.

”However, this matter will require your help, Young Master An.”

He leaned close to An Dongyang and whispered a few words in his ear.

After listening, An Dongyang shook his head violently.

”No, absolutely not. If this gets discovered, my father will be in big trouble too.”

An Dongyang was usually a hedonist who liked to fool around, but he knew exactly what lines he could and couldn’t cross. Once you got involved with something like this, it was guaranteed trouble.

But Old Nine seemed to have made up his mind.

”Young Master An, this is the fastest way to get money. If you don’t do it, there’s no way I can come up with that 1,500 yuan.”

”Think it over carefully!”

He only collected a few mao per stall at his black market, earning two yuan a day at most. How many stalls would he have to collect from to make 1,500 yuan?

Besides, he’d seen others sell this stuff before. It was incredibly profitable; he just never had the connections.

If An Dongyang was willing to help, using his connections to transport some of this stuff into the area would be a piece of cake.

An Dongyang said nothing.

He wasn’t a man of principles or morals to begin with. On the contrary, he was a selfish person; his privileged family background had just never magnified this flaw.

Leng Yuan left Lu Yuanbin’s house and found a place to call Xia Qiuming.

He had previously told his uncle about Lu Yuanbin’s situation. Knowing there was no concrete evidence made the matter easy to handle.

All it would take was for a higher-up to come down for an ”inspection.” With no evidence against Lu Yuanbin, he would naturally be released.

The only problem was An Dongyang.

He probably wouldn’t let Lu Yuanbin off so easily.

Speaking of which, Lu Yuanbin was purely a victim of circumstance this time.

The person An Dongyang wanted to deal with was him, but since he couldn’t find any fault with him, he had targeted Lu Yuanbin instead.

Xia Qiuming was very happy to receive his nephew’s call. Hearing that Lu Yuanbin had been released, the uncle and nephew chatted for a long time.

The staff member kept glancing their way. After all, making a phone call wasn’t cheap these days; every second cost money.

In the end, the call cost nearly ten yuan.

The staff member couldn’t help but stare at Leng Yuan. He had casually paid with a ten-yuan bill without batting an eye. ’Is he a sent-down youth from the city?’

It was already afternoon when Leng Yuan returned to the school.

Since An Dongyang didn’t show up again, Gu Jiaojiao continued to substitute for his classes.

When work ended that evening, Hu Xiuqiao walked over, holding a stack of test papers.

”Teacher Gu, sorry to trouble you.”

Gu Jiaojiao raised an eyebrow slightly.

Hu Xiuqiao smiled gently. It wasn’t that she didn’t know Gu Jiaojiao had substituted for An Dongyang today. It was just that being a teacher was tiring, and ever since Gu Jiaojiao arrived, her own workload had lightened considerably. She had gotten used to it.

’Anyway, Gu Jiaojiao looks so delicate and meek, she probably won’t refuse me. As long as she doesn’t refuse, I’ll just play dumb.’