Chapter 53

Spring Hill Country Club was built on Ocean City’s most expensive plot of land and the Fu family was the one who financed the construction. It was an exclusive entertainment venue where families like the Wen family and Zhao Tong’s family didn’t even qualify to enter. It was an affluent venue only the super-rich elites had access to.

It was a place that reeked of extravagance.

Wen Qiao, “What are we going there for?”

“Introduce you to some of my friends.”

Recalling that tattooed guy she saw at the hospital, Wen Qiao agreed, thinking she might be able to find some clues at the country club.

The minute Wen Qiao returned to Ocean City, early the next morning, Xu Lu eagerly came to her with a contract agreeing to sever all ties with the Wen family. As Wen Jianmin didn’t even wish to see them again, he had asked her to come on his behalf.

And she was glad to help.

She presumed that with Wen Qiao’s bourgeois mindset, she would look pleased with herself at having obtained that two million yuan. And only when she got to witness that expression for herself, would she feel a sense of superiority.

Two million yuan was merely enough to pay for a few of her mom’s limited edition bags. She found it laughable that Wen Qiao’s perspective had narrowed accordingly having been used to living in poverty.

Without a care, Wen Qiao picked up the contract and signed her name upon it with her beautiful penmanship. She truly didn’t care for this two million yuan, her sole intention for doing this was to piss Wen Jianmin off.

As Xu Lu watched her sign her name, she dispensed what she intended to sound like warmhearted advice. “Wen Qiao, is there a need to sour your relationship with Uncle Wen for the sake of two million yuan? You made Uncle Wen so mad that he wants to cut off all ties with you and your younger brothers.”

After signing the document, Wen Qiao casually tossed away the pen and cast a glance at her. “We’d already cut off all ties eleven years ago. If he had given the money more readily, our relationship wouldn’t be in this terrible state. Since you’re so kind and understanding, you should go back and urge him to treat his ex-wife and children better, so that he wouldn’t fly into a rage all the time, hm?”

Xu Lu bit her lips. “Since you’re getting increasingly sharp-tongued now, I can’t outtalk you. But you should know that all along I’ve been acting in your best interests.”

Wen Qiao tossed the contract back at her. “Alright, take this contract with you and get out of my sight.”

She could no longer be bothered with the Xu Lu who was clearly trying to act pitiful.

Only until she walked out of the alleyway did Xu Lu let out a snicker. “Dumb wretch.”

The entirety of the two million yuan was transferred to Wen Qiao’s account and not a cent was left in her mother’s charge. This was because her maternal uncle, his wife, and those two children of theirs, weren’t exactly good and honest people.

As the saying goes ‘A poor man in the crowded city has no visitor, while a rich man in the remote mountain area will be called on by distant relatives.’ She was afraid that this aunt of hers would show up at their doorstep to borrow money from them if they came to know of this two million yuan. And knowing her compassionate mother, she probably couldn’t bring herself to reject them.

Hence Wen Qiao was the one holding on to the money. This money was to be used for engaging psychiatrists for her two younger brothers, and whoever wished to borrow it would receive a flat ‘no’ from her.

The most renowned psychiatrist in Ocean City, Ms. Chen Yanfei, graduated with a psychology degree from Princeton University. Wen Qiao logged in to Ferrin Clinic and made an appointment for consultation with her on July 25th.

After making the appointment, she opened her email and found that there were three unread emails, all of which were sent from Ocean Lux Records’ music director, Song Hao.

He had replied to her email yesterday morning, expressing keen interest in her demo and wished to add her on WeChat for further discussions.

As Wen Qiao was overseas at the time, she didn’t respond immediately.

Seemingly worried that she had submitted her work to other record companies, Song Hao followed up with another two emails, the urgency evident in his tone.

Wen Qiao hurriedly added him on WeChat. Song Hao replied with a voice message very quickly, expressing his astonishment at her musical talent, and informing her that he had already decided to include the song she sent him in Ocean Lux Records’ most popular singer, Shang Fan’s new album that was to be launched in September.

A smile appeared on Wen Qiao’s lips. She had tailored the song according to Song Hao’s preferences, so she wasn’t at all surprised that he would like it.

Being one to act with alacrity, Song Hao directly offered her a compositional fee of three hundred thousand yuan, and on top of that, Wen Qiao would own all copyrights to the song.