Chapter 22: Thrown Out - Today, I'm Going to Spend the Billionaire's Hundred Million Again - NovelsTime

Today, I'm Going to Spend the Billionaire's Hundred Million Again

Chapter 22: Thrown Out

Author: Breeze Never Too Late
updatedAt: 2025-08-16

CHAPTER 22: CHAPTER 22: THROWN OUT

Tonight, again and again.

Shen Jue thought, maybe after acting despondent for so long, everyone truly forgot that he was never a person with a good temper.

He saw Rong Qingqing still standing there, staring at him intently, as if waiting for something.

Shen Jue frowned slightly and sneered, "Rong Qingqing, are you really waiting for me to say goodnight to you?"

Rong Qingqing’s eyes lit up, and she nodded.

This time Shen Jue didn’t hesitate and pressed the bell directly.

The security came quickly, arriving in less than a minute.

"Get her out of the Shen Manor," Shen Jue said, waiting for the security to drag Rong Qingqing out.

Only then did he curl his lips slightly and sneered disdainfully, "Rong Qingqing, goodnight, no need to see you off."

After saying that, Shen Jue retreated and slammed the door shut with a bang.

"Miss Qingqing, please." The security released Rong Qingqing after Shen Jue shut the door.

No matter what, the person in front of them was still Shen Jue’s fiancée. Shen Jue might drive her out, but they, as security, wouldn’t dare to actually drag her out of the Shen Manor.

"Fine, I’ll leave." Rong Qingqing touched the tip of her nose, actually feeling quite good.

"Mission accomplished, life extended by 10 hours!"

Success!

"You wouldn’t stop me from going back to my room to get my things, would you?" Rong Qingqing raised her head arrogantly, "Don’t worry, I won’t make it hard for you. I’ll get my things and leave with you!"

Rong Qingqing wasn’t about to make trouble for a few wage earners. If Shen Jue had spoken, and she insisted on staying here, these security guards would inevitably fail in their duty.

A few minutes later, Rong Qingqing pulled her suitcase and followed the security out of the Shen Manor.

Standing at the gates of Shen Manor, watching the slowly closing gate and the security guards secretly observing her, Rong Qingqing pursed her lips and took out her phone to call a cab.

Even though it’s hard to get a cab in the middle of the night, as long as you pay enough, you won’t have to worry about nobody coming to this place to pick you up.

Half an hour later, Rong Qingqing got into a car and left.

Meanwhile, in another villa within Shen Manor, Seventh Uncle knocked on Shen Xingwei’s room.

"Young Master Xingwei, just now Young Master Shen Jue drove Miss Rong Qingqing out of Shen Manor." Seventh Uncle smiled ingratiatingly, "Miss Rong Qingqing and Young Master Shen Jue don’t get along."

He thought Shen Xingwei would be happy to hear this news, but unexpectedly, Shen Xingwei’s expression suddenly changed.

"In the middle of the night, Shen Jue drove Qingqing out? Which driver took Qingqing away? Where did Qingqing go at this late hour?"

No time to delight in Shen Jue and Rong Qingqing’s quarrel, the first reaction Shen Xingwei had upon hearing that Rong Qingqing was driven out in the middle of the night was concern.

"No driver took her, the security led Miss Rong Qingqing to the gate of Shen Manor, and she called a car herself to leave just a few minutes ago," Seventh Uncle observed Shen Xingwei’s restless behavior and realized Shen Xingwei still holds feelings for her.

"In the middle of the night, letting Qingqing call a car to leave on her own?" Shen Xingwei roared, "Is Shen Jue even a man? Qingqing is a girl, what if she encounters danger?"

Shen Xingwei hurried, "What kind of car did she leave in? What color? What was the license plate number?"

While asking, Shen Xingwei didn’t even bother to change out of his pajamas, hurriedly grabbing his phone and car keys. After getting answers from Seventh Uncle, he ignored Seventh Uncle’s advice and immediately drove to chase after her.

With fewer cars and people on the road at night, Rong Qingqing arrived at her destination in forty minutes.

The city’s most upscale hotel.

Having money, having life, acting on whims.

Without the risk of dying in her sleep, it’s natural to find the most comfortable place to have a good night’s sleep.

Rong Qingqing carried her suitcase inside, checked in, and went straight to the guest room, happily freshening up, then rolled around on the ultra-comfortable big bed several times.

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