Nie Qingyu sneered and continued: "Don't you always make things clear with me? Your money is your money, and my money is mine. I will make things clear with you this time! I can take care of other aspects.
All your expenses are except for escaping privately!"
An Ran was about to faint with anger from him. "Huo Yan knew I was not mentally ill and yet he forcibly took me to a mental hospital and imprisoned me. He colluded with you and worked together. I defended myself and resisted, and I didn't have to pay compensation if I injured him!"
Nie Qingyu narrowed his eyes and asked her softly: "Do you want me to help you find a lawyer to file a lawsuit with Huo Yan? But we have agreed in advance that you will pay for this yourself! Let me ask you, do you still have money to fight?
A lawsuit?"
safely:"……"
"If you dare to run away privately in the future, you will pay all the expenses yourself! The expenses incurred by me sending people to search for you will also be charged to you. If you don't have money to compensate, then work for me to pay off the debt!" The man finally revealed his true purpose.
An Ran asked angrily: "Why?"
"Just because I am your legal guardian!" Nie Qingyu reminded her coldly in a low voice: "Don't forget that you have no capacity for civil autonomy! I can send you back at any time as long as I want!"
An Ran was so angry that she burst into tears. She suddenly grabbed the empty bag and smashed it into Nie Qingyu's handsome face.
Nie Qingyu dodged easily and let the satchel fall to the ground. He sneered, turned around and left the bedroom without looking back at her.
An Ran slowly crouched on the ground, crying with anger.
Late at night, Nie Qingyu entered the bedroom and immediately noticed that An Ran was not asleep.
Huo Yan warned him to try not to provoke her these days. Insomnia is not a good sign for people with bipolar disorder.
He simply turned on the wall lamp, looked at the woman who had her back turned to him and said nothing, and asked knowingly: "Aren't you asleep yet?"
An Ran ignored him, she never wanted to ignore him again.
"Oh, what a big deal." The nasty man actually chuckled nonchalantly.
An Ran felt like she was about to become a puffer fish with anger, but she didn't dare to get angry with him. After all, this man had her own weak points, and she was afraid that he would send her back to Huo Yan again.
Nie Qingyu picked up his phone and transferred two accounts to her on WeChat. "I'll give it back to you!"
After that, he threw his cell phone on the bedside table and prepared to go to the bathroom.
"Wait!" An Ran called him.
Nie Qingyu raised his eyebrows and looked at her.
"How do you know my bank card password?" she asked with guarded eyes.
Nie Qingyu curled his lips and replied slowly: "First enter your birthday, then enter mine. It took two tries and you're right."
safely:"……"
After the man finished speaking, he went to the bathroom.
An Ran was extremely depressed. She turned on her mobile phone and saw that Nie Qingyu had transferred two sums of money to her via WeChat. One was 200,000 yuan, and the other was 100,000 yuan. She had returned the 300,000 yuan to her.
She bit her lip and convinced herself that she should accept it, since it was her money.
After spending five minutes convincing herself, she finally clicked on the payment button - three hundred thousand dollars finally came back.
She breathed a sigh of relief. After all, she had not given up the idea of running away, and running away required money to support her. She only had so little savings, and she would rely on it for her next run away.
But she couldn't figure it out, how could Nie Qingyu know her whereabouts so well? Even if she fled to Yuncheng thousands of miles away, he could easily find her, how did he do it!
She glanced at the lost mobile phone in her hand. She threw it into the trash can in the terminal yesterday, and he was able to find it accurately because it had a tracker in it.
So, is there another tracker on her?
Where exactly is the other tracker hiding?
In her bag? But she had many bags. How did Nie Qingyu know which bag she used that day? Or, in other words, there was a tracker in each of her bags?
An Ran felt that Nie Qingyu, a crazy person, could do anything crazy, so she couldn't rule out the possibility. Tomorrow she would take apart the satchel and check it carefully... But even if there was a tracker, he might have taken it secretly
Woolen cloth.
Just when she was thinking wildly, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the screen of Nie Qingyu's mobile phone left on the bedside table lighting up. It might be that he had received some message.
An Ran got up and took his phone and fiddled with it a few times, but the fingerprints and gesture password didn't match, so she couldn't open it.
Unwilling to give up, she followed Nie Qingyu's example of guessing passwords, first entering his birthday and then her own, but none of them were correct.
This cunning guy!
An Ran entered their wedding anniversary again, but the result was that the password was still wrong. She couldn't help but smile bitterly, maybe he didn't even know when their wedding anniversary was.
Soon, the phone was locked.
She tossed his phone back in vain, then lay down again to sulk.
When Nie Qingyu returned to the bedroom, he almost immediately noticed that his mobile phone had moved. The corners of his beautiful lips were slightly raised, like a naughty child who had discovered a secret. There was a hint of teasing and teasing in his eyes, but
It didn't expose her.
Anyway, she couldn't guess the password to unlock his phone even if she guessed it a hundred times.
He lay on the bed and stretched out an arm to wrap around her out of habit.
An Ran tried to break away angrily, but the arm seemed to be holding her down like a mountain, and she couldn't move at all.
After struggling several times to no avail, she gave up her futile struggle, yawned and fell asleep quickly.
The reason why she fell asleep so quickly may have something to do with Nie Qingyu returning 300,000 yuan to her. From now on, she would not have to worry about expenses when traveling, so she naturally fell asleep.
The next day, after Nie Qingyu left, the first thing An Ran did was to go back to the bedroom to check the satchel.
She used scissors to open the satchel and carefully checked the seams in the leather, but no tracker was found.
An Ran didn't give up, and took out a few bags that she usually used from the closet, and followed the same procedure, dismantling and cutting them all, but found nothing abnormal.
Since the tracker is not in her bag, where else could it be? Is there something wrong with the dresses Nie Qingyu made for her?
An Ran really couldn't figure it out, so she changed into new clothes, a random bag, and planned to go out.
When she arrived at the door, a man suddenly appeared and smiled at her: "Madam, my name is Li Yong. I am your driver. My husband asked me to accompany you out."
An Ran was shocked. She didn't even know when this Li Yong entered the house.
There was a small bedroom near the door, and he probably lived in it. As for when he moved in, An Ran had no idea.
He said that he was going out with her, he was clearly sent to supervise her.
An Ran looked at the driver named Li Yong and didn't bother to call to question Nie Qingyu. Anyway, things decided by that arbitrary man would never be changed easily. She only said coldly: "Then let's go!"
Li Yong was stunned. He had been vaccinated beforehand. He knew that his wife was very repulsive to new drivers, but he didn't expect that she was so easy to talk to.
An Ran got into the car and said to Li Yong: "Go to the nearest shopping mall!"
Last time she got rid of Lao Xu in the mall, and she obviously wanted to do the same today.
Unexpectedly, Li Yong was prepared and kept a close eye on her. Even if she went to the bathroom, he would wait at the door. And the bathroom in this shopping mall did not have a back door.
An Ran couldn't get rid of the tail-like Li Yong, so she had to try her best to ignore his existence. When she walked to the nail salon, she sat down to rest.
The manicure lady suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Madam, what price do you charge for it?"
An Ran randomly selected a pattern, and the manicure girl started working.
"Madam, your ring is very exquisite and beautiful!" The manicure lady praised the diamond ring on An Ran's finger while working. "Where did you buy it?"
If it had been in the past, An Ran would have proudly announced that her husband had made it for her. But now...she is too lazy to mention it.
When the manicure lady noticed that An Ran was silent and noticed that she was in a bad mood, she concentrated on her work and stopped looking for words.
During the silence, An Ran suddenly noticed the ring on his hand.
She stared at the ring for a long time, then suddenly withdrew her hand that was doing manicure, pulled off the ring on her finger, and turned it over to look carefully.
There is a little bit of millet-like substance in the gap between the ring base and it looks like a flaw accidentally left during the inlay process.
How could a perfectionist man like Nie Qingyu tolerate such flaws in his works?
An Ran borrowed a slender hook needle from the manicure lady and dug hard at the unknown substance. After tinkering for a long time, she finally pulled out the substance.
——A silver metal particle only a few millimeters in size.