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Chapter 369: 80 Million, Get Lost if You Won’t Treat It

Chapter 369: Chapter 369: 80 Million, Get Lost if You Won’t Treat It

It was precisely because he couldn’t stop itching that he had to bow his head and apologize.

"I’m! So! Sorry!"

The drunkard looked at Jun Wuyang, whose face was filled with murderous intent, and who was so angry that he was almost grinding his teeth, and felt inexplicably thrilled.

"That’s more like it."

The drunkard smiled. If not for the filth, he would’ve even patted Jun Wuyang’s head in tune with his words—

Immediately after, the drunkard spat out a sentence that made both Jun Wuyang and Madam Jun furiously angry.

"A lump sum, fifty million."

"Why don’t you just rob me!"

As soon as the drunkard spoke, Jun Wuyang retorted furiously.

To be honest, fifty million really wasn’t much for them, but Jun Wuyang would rather lose it than willingly give it to someone on Jun Moyan’s behalf.

"Eighty million! If you won’t treat it, then get lost."

"..."

Seeing the drunkard raise the price on the spot, the members of the Jun Family all felt like they were smoldering inside, yet they had no other choice but to hand over the money.

"If you can’t cure it..."

"Give me five days, and I guarantee you’ll be better."

"Five days?" Jun Wuyang frowned. He had to itch for another five days? What was he going to look like after all that scratching? Could he even show his face to anyone afterwards?

"What, you got a quicker method?" the drunkard challenged.

"..."

"If you’re not better in five days, you can deal with me as you please, okay?"

With no other options, Jun Wuyang eventually agreed to pay the money willingly, and after the drunkard took the money, he told them to go back, saying he would go make the medicine and send someone to deliver it later.

As he left, Jun Wuyang made a fierce pronouncement—if the treatment didn’t work, the whole Wu Garden would suffer alongside the drunkard.

After seeing the members of the Jun Family off, Wen Xiao’ai excitedly pulled Qing Yi over to the drunkard and asked eagerly, "What kind of medicine are you going to give him?"

Wen Xiao’ai knew Jun Wuyang’s condition better than anyone. Any ordinary doctor could tell that it wasn’t a real illness; the drunkard, being so capable, must have known it wasn’t an illness, too.

Moreover, just now Qing Yi was holding the phone, surely he must have secretly filled the drunkard in on the situation.

If the drunkard, aware of the situation, still said he’d prepare medicine for Jun Wuyang, it must surely be the wrong medicine for the condition—a fake one.

"Give him something nice, so he’ll disappear for half a month."

"Something nice? Disappear for half a month? What kind of thing is that powerful?" Wen Xiao’ai asked, her face full of curiosity.

"Laxatives."

Wen Xiao’ai burst into laughter upon hearing this: "You mean to keep him trapped in the toilet for half a month."

The drunkard was even naughtier than she was, and she guessed it was more than just laxatives.

Laxatives—there’s no need to prepare that kind of medicine—

After stopping her laughter, Wen Xiao’ai looked at Jun Moyan and asked, "Jun Moyan, is it you who told him to do this?"

Jun Moyan shook his head slightly.

"He wouldn’t bother with such a tiresome trick," the drunkard said with a laugh.

"Jun Moyan, you should learn to be a bit bad, like me, so you won’t be bullied," Wen Xiao’ai seriously advised him.

Jun Moyan raised his hand to touch her little head, smiled, and said nothing.

"You’re thinking too highly of him—he’s not such a good person," the drunkard added.

"Really?" Wen Xiao’ai looked at Jun Moyan.

"..." Jun Moyan.

"No way, with Jun Moyan looking this good, how could he possibly be a bad guy."

"..." the drunkard.

"Wait, what’s going on here, laxatives? Isn’t it supposed to cure his condition?" Qing Yi, who was off to the side, didn’t understand the situation.

The drunkard showed Qing Yi the text message that Jun Moyan had sent him.

After seeing the message, Qing Yi looked somewhat dumbfounded and a bit incredulously at Jun Moyan.

"Young Master, you poisoned Jun Wuyang?"

Since when did the Young Master do such things?

"It was me, it was me," Wen Xiao’ai quickly raised her hand, taking credit.

"Miss Wen, you did this?"

"Yep," Wen Xiao’ai nodded, her face proud.

"He always bullies Jun Moyan. It’s a light punishment to have him itch for a few days."

"Well done."

Jun Moyan looked at the three of them, all triumphant like they’d won a battle, and shook his head helplessly with a laugh.

They’re all just like children.

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