The Billionaire’s Brokenhearted Deal

Chapter 29: Chapter 29: I want to hear your voice Chapter 29: Chapter 29: I want to hear your voice Qiao Ruoxin picked up her laptop and turned it on; immediately, the screen displayed a live feed of her mobile phone’s activities.

After all, her ex-boyfriend was a computer science major at Stanford University. During their relationship, she had managed to pick up some basics.

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Meanwhile—
After stealing the phone, Kong Ling quickly made her way to Qiao Sisi’s room.

With the phone in hand, Qiao Sisi let out a boastful laugh, “This little bitch, I’ll see if I can’t make her life miserable!”

She unlocked the phone using Qiao Ruoxin’s birthday after tapping on the lock screen.

Qiao Sisi looked at it with disdain, “Tch, acting like a fairy. Her lock screen wallpaper is a picture of herself, and the password is her own birthday! Only someone with the brain of a pig like Qiao Ruoxin would come up with such idiotic passwords!”

Kong Ling shivered beside her, “Can you hurry up, please? I’m afraid she’ll notice!”

“Afraid of what? Stop rushing me!”

Engrossed in her sweet dream of revenge, Qiao Sisi opened the messaging app and began composing a text.

She didn’t forget to show off her perfect plan to Kong Ling in the process.

“Let me tell you, I’m going to play her to death this time. I’m going to give her a taste of what cyber bullying feels like.”

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At this very moment, Qiao Ruoxin was watching in real-time as her wicked stepsister courted disaster.

She saw the flirtatious and shamelessly demeaning texts being composed, and then realized to whom they were being sent—Lu Xingyu!

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she laughed at the absurdity, “You moron, this is Mo Chen’s phone!”

Lu Xingyu, the mentor of “Idol 101”, a popular young celebrity with eighty million followers on Weibo. His fans were famously fierce.

Anyone rumored to have scandalous relations with their idol would be so thoroughly cursed they’d be forced out of the entertainment industry, and the more sensitive ones might even develop depression.

Qiao Ruoxin sighed, “Since you’re so eager to dig your own grave, then I’ll just play along, let’s make it thrilling.”

A sly sparkle flashed through her clear eyes.

After three consecutive messages were sent from the phone, the records were deleted, and then the screen locked itself.

Qiao Ruoxin quickly closed her laptop and lay down, pretending to be asleep.

True enough, within a minute, her room door was pushed open once more.

Kong Ling stepped in quietly with the phone in hand, placed it on Qiao Ruoxin’s bedside table, then left swiftly.

Once the door closed, she opened her eyes.

Picking up the phone and lighting the screen, she was greeted by her own goofy selfie as the wallpaper and couldn’t help but laugh.

She wondered what Mo Chen felt every time he turned on his phone and saw that photo, did he unconsciously smile like she did?

The next day, early in the morning.

Qiao Ruoxin stepped out of her room, preparing to have breakfast.

At the same time, Qiao Sisi also came out and walked towards her, “I heard a man went into your room last night, helped you get your phone back. Whose coattails are you clutching onto now?”

She chuckled lightly, elegantly responding, “None of your damn business.”

Then she turned and left with grace.

Watching her proud retreat, Qiao Sisi muttered under her breath, “Little bitch! Just wait for your downfall!”

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As she turned around, her phone vibrated.

Qiao Ruoxin answered the call, and a man’s deep voice came through, “Speak!”

“Wasn’t it you who called me?”

“I want to hear your voice.”

“Oh… Mo Chen, I miss you so much.”

“Talk sense! Do you believe I’d bash your skull in?”

Qiao Ruoxin couldn’t help but laugh, “Did you not sleep well last night?”

“Hmm.”

“No wonder you’re so irritable. Go eat something, then go to work. I’ll call you at nine o’clock.”

“I’m busy, I don’t have time.”

Leaning against the hallway wall, she said with a smile, “Then expect my call for sure!”

Dial tone… dial tone…

Qiao Ruoxin raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the hung-up call.

Such a tsundere, asshole of a man.