The rich family's parents were robbed, and the milk group went crazy for the boss's family

387: A ghost?

Before long, the waiter and Fu Wanwan started gossiping.

In addition, she had indeed heard about Ye Ying's situation from her colleagues.

“Miss Fu, you mean her? I heard that she came to the hotel to earn money to pay off her debts because she broke an expensive set of teacups.”

After chatting with the waiter for more than ten minutes, Fu Wanwan gradually understood what had happened.

It turns out that after junior high school holidays, a classmate hired Teacher Ye to tutor him at his home, and the price was very high.

Teacher Ye thought that the students were from her class, and considering that her son was sick and she was indeed short of money, she went.

On my very first day of class, I accidentally broke a set of teacups.

That tea set was an antique, worth over 300,000 yuan. In order to repay the debt, Teacher Ye asked someone to help her find a job, and eventually she came to this hotel.

After all, it was the hotel where Fu Qiaoxi got engaged, and it's one of the top hotels in Beijing, so the salary and benefits are definitely top-notch.

With the year-end approaching, the hotel business is booming, and the monthly bonuses are substantial. She has been working there for half a month now.

Fu Wanwan didn't expect Teacher Ye to encounter such a thing. Afterwards, she asked about some details, instructed the waiter to take care of Qingqing, and then took her phone and went out.

She asked her friends, wanting to know which family had hired Teacher Ye as a tutor.

As it happened, one of her friends knew about this and replied to her in the group chat.

[Wanwan, a few days ago when I went to visit the Jia family with my mom, I overheard Jia Zhengchen bragging on the phone that he had gotten revenge on a teacher because the teacher had told Aunt Jia about him skipping class during a parent-teacher conference.]

[I also heard him say that the teacher's son was sick and hospitalized, and urgently needed money. I don't know if she's the one you're talking about.]

Fu Wanwan was almost certain that this was the one.

Thinking of Teacher Ye's tired face, she still asked for Madam Jia's contact information, wanting to pay back the money for her.

Three hundred thousand yuan is nothing to her, but it could save Teacher Ye's life.

Moreover, if her son hadn't gotten sick, she would have gone back to her hometown to prepare for the New Year, instead of staying in Beijing to find a tutoring job.

When the call was connected, a woman's nonchalant voice came from the other end.

"Hey, who is it?"

"Hello Auntie, I am Teacher Ye's student. I heard that she accidentally broke a tea set while working at your house, and I would like to handle the compensation on her behalf."

Madam Jia raised an eyebrow, glanced at the unfamiliar number on her phone, and smiled.

"Oh, did she tell you how much that tea set cost?"

Fu Wanwan hummed in agreement: "I know, I've already prepared the money, I can transfer it now."

Madam Jia was a little suspicious, and gave him her bank card number with some skepticism.

As soon as she finished digits, her mobile banking app received a transfer notification within ten seconds.

She clicked in and saw that the 340,000 yuan was exactly as advertised. In addition, the name "Fu Wanwan" in the transferor's name instantly brought Madam Jia to her senses.

Her voice rose slightly in surprise: "Is this Miss Fu?"

Fu Wanwan didn't say much to her: "Now that the money has been returned, I'd like to trouble Mrs. Jia and Teacher Ye to tell them."

Just after she hung up the phone, at the Jia family home, Madam Jia hurriedly called out to the passing housekeeper.

"Quick, give me the phone number of that tutor from a few days ago!"

I thought she was just an ordinary teacher, but I never expected that she knew Miss Fu. She even called to give instructions on her behalf.

Her family has some money, but it's far less than the Fu family's.

If Miss Fu is unhappy and casually complains to her parents, her family might go bankrupt and be acquired the next day.

These were all Mrs. Jia's own thoughts. In reality, Fu Wanwan wouldn't complain to her parents, and her parents wouldn't care.

Mrs. Jia apologized to Teacher Ye and said she would also transfer the tutoring fee to her.

Teacher Ye naturally refused, but when she learned that Fu Wanwan had paid off her debts, she burst into tears in the lounge.

Over there, Madam Jia gave Jia Zhengchen a beating.

She actually knew everything Jia Zhengchen had done, but because she doted on her son, she turned a blind eye. She never expected to run into a brick wall this time.

*

Fu Wanwan glanced at the time; it was five o'clock. She then called Qingqing to go home.

When I took the little girl to wash her hands, I heard her ask expectantly.

"Sister, can I take those dolls home? I want to show them to Mom."

Fu Wanwan said yes, and after washing her hands, she followed the staff to pack up the plaster dolls.

Qingqing reached out to help her carry it, but was avoided.

"I can do it, it's not heavy."

As the two walked out of the workshop, Fu Wanwan remembered the man who had come with them. She looked around but couldn't find him, so she looked down and asked Qingqing.

"Should we tell your uncle? I remember he came in too."

The little girl took her hand and shook it, saying in a childish voice, "Uncle Xiaoxiao is behind us, he will follow us."

Upon hearing her words, Fu Wanwan turned her head and glanced at the corridor behind her.

Apart from the staff, she didn't see anyone else.

She thought the little guy was mistaken: "No."

But Qingqing was very persistent. After all, she had known Uncle Xiaoxiao for so long and knew that he liked to stay where others couldn't see him.

Although she couldn't find him, whenever she wanted to leave, Uncle Xiaoxiao would appear out of nowhere.

So she said to Fu Wanwan in a very serious tone, "Yes, they exist, but we just can't see them~"

Fu Wanwan felt a chill run down her spine and suddenly sensed something was off.

Can’t see?

"Why can't I see him? Is he a ghost?"

The little girl looked confused: "Sister, what's a ghost?"

"It's something that likes to come out at night and is invisible to ordinary people."

Fu Wanwan tried her best to explain in a way that the child could understand. After listening, Qingqing thought about it carefully for a while and felt that it matched her impression of Uncle Xiaoxiao, so she nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, Uncle Xiaoxiao is just like that."

Fu Wanwan was startled and pulled Qingqing away.

As they approached the hotel entrance, the 'ghost' appeared beside them.

She was a little scared, and her pace quickened. Cong Buxiao followed slowly behind, and the distance between them grew larger and larger.

At the entrance, several bodyguards in black immediately blocked their way when they saw them come out, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

Fu Wanwan stopped, and seeing that these people looked unfamiliar, she asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

The man in black at the head of the group ignored her and looked down at Qingqing.

"Miss Xiao, our boss would like to meet you."

Fu Wanwan frowned, sensing that the person opposite her was not a good person, and immediately pulled Qingqing behind her.

In broad daylight, and in the capital city, she didn't believe she had been kidnapped, but considering Qingqing's identity, she became even more wary.

"Who is your boss? How dare you do this knowing who she is?"