Chapter 1856: The Swindler is About to Go Crazy 2

After finishing all this, the manager stood bowed before the two of them and asked respectfully, "Miss Jian, may I ask what business you need to conduct?"

Jian Mengmeng said, "I want to withdraw money, 2.5 million."

"Withdraw that much? I'm afraid that won't be possible."

"Why not? It's my own money; can't I withdraw it whenever I want?" Yang Zihao was losing his composure.

With a guilty conscience, he was terrified that the manager would make things difficult for Mengmeng and let the duck that was already in his mouth fly away.

"And who is this gentleman?" the manager asked, still very politely.

Mengmeng affectionately took Yang Zihao's arm and said with a happy face, "He is my boyfriend. Don't we make a perfect match?"

"Yes, a perfect match indeed," the manager replied, playing along.

But then, the tone of his words shifted: "Miss Jian, it's like this: your money is all in a wealth management trust fund. Although you have tens of millions, you cannot withdraw it at will. Since your boyfriend is here, why don't you borrow from him instead?"

The manager's face was full of the assumption that this was only natural; after all, in the eyes of the public, such a young, beautiful, and wealthy girl should also have a wealthy boyfriend—that is what they would call a match.

Yang Zihao:...

He hadn't expected the manager to say such a thing, and his face instantly turned very ugly.

Mengmeng, however, looked innocent and naive, speaking the truth: "My boyfriend doesn't have any money. I'm withdrawing money precisely because he has an urgent need for it..."

The bank manager looked at Yang Zihao with an unkind gaze and asked, "May I take the liberty of asking how long Miss Jian has known your boyfriend? Could you step aside for a moment to talk?"

Yang Zihao saw that things were going poorly; he couldn't let them talk alone.

This manager had already started to doubt his identity; what if he called the police to arrest him?

Glancing at the security guard at the door, he knew he might not be able to run out easily, so now he had no choice but to bite the bullet and stop them.

He blocked Mengmeng and, feigning calmness, said to the manager, "That was just a misunderstanding. Actually, Mengmeng isn't withdrawing money for me to use; I was just joking with her, and she actually took it seriously."

"Oh, a joke? I'm sorry, sir, but according to our procedures, when we encounter such situations, I have the right to inquire about your financial situation. If you do not cooperate, I also have an obligation to call the police to protect our client's assets from suffering any losses."

Yang Zihao began to feel anxious; he was starting to panic.

"I have money, I really have money! You have to believe me..."

He was somewhat incoherent, only explaining that he had money, yet he couldn't produce any evidence.

Mengmeng reminded him, "Honey, just cooperate with the investigation. It's no trouble; the bank is just following procedure, it's very simple."

He wasn't willing to just "follow procedure." To others, it might just be a procedure, but for him, it was fatal!

"My privacy is being investigated by a bank manager? Who does he think he is? What right does he have to do this?" Yang Zihao "angrily" kicked the coffee table and stormed off.

Walking out of the bank was quite smooth; the security guard didn't stop him, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

Mengmeng chased after him from behind: "Zihao, wait for me, wait for me..."

He was tall and walked fast, and she had to jog the whole way to barely catch up.

Mengmeng blocked his path, her eyes red, and said, "Are you angry with me? I promise I didn't mean to, and I don't know why things developed like that. I've already scolded that manager; let's go back."

Go back for what?

Her money couldn't be withdrawn anyway; go back to be interrogated further?

Yang Zihao said angrily, "Forget it. It wasn't a big deal to begin with. I can borrow two million from anyone; there's no need to be interrogated like a criminal..."

"Exactly, exactly. I think you're absolutely right. But it was just an investigation into your financial status; that's just the bank's standard procedure. Why are you reacting so strongly?"

Yang Zihao looked at her and wondered, has this sweet, naive girl started to doubt him too?

He looked at her expression and it didn't seem like it, and he didn't want to give up such a big fish, so he continued to make up lies to deceive her: "I'm angry because I wasn't trusted. Being treated like a swindler is a terrible feeling. Can you understand that?"

"Mm-hmm, I can understand."

Mengmeng said, "Then how about this: you come with me to find my father and let him lend us the money. He has money."

Yang Zihao knew full well that the father of the Jian Family triplets was the famous General Manager of Tianma Group and also the Chairman of Jian Enterprise.

But now, he didn't dare go with Mengmeng.

A small bank manager had almost exposed him, so could the Chairman of Jian Enterprise be a simple person?

He wasn't naive enough to think that Jian Yining would be as easy to fool as Mengmeng, so he didn't really want to go along.

He didn't want to go, but he didn't want to give up the opportunity, so he used sweet talk to coax Mengmeng into going to get the money herself.

"Honey, you should go yourself. The first time I meet your father, it would be to borrow money, which would give him a very bad impression of me. Besides, my relationship with Taotao hasn't been officially ended yet, so it's not appropriate for me to meet your parents as your boyfriend right now."

Mengmeng tilted her head and thought for a few seconds.

Then she nodded solemnly: "You're right. How about this: you write me an IOU and give me your ID card, and I'll go to the finance department to withdraw the money directly."

After making the suggestion, Mengmeng gave a reason: "If I use my own name to get this money, my father will definitely ask what the money is for, which is very troublesome."

"But it's different if I use your name. As your guarantor, I can easily get the money out. My father won't even know, and then you can just pay it back in a few days. No one will be any the wiser."

"Fine, that's a good plan!"

Yang Zihao agreed, but he was still a bit hesitant: "Why do you need an IOU and an ID card?"

Mengmeng explained: "My father's company is a legitimate company, and everything has to go through formal procedures. You can't get money out without an IOU and an ID card."

"Fine."

Yang Zihao wrote the IOU and handed it along with his ID card to Mengmeng: "Thank you, Mengmeng. You really are a kind and understanding girl."

"This is what I should do." Mengmeng left with the items, smiling at him as she departed.

He didn't know if he was overthinking it, but he always felt that smile was meaningful.

An hour passed.

Yang Zihao paced back and forth anxiously on the spot, stretching his neck countless times to look in the direction she had gone, but he didn't see Mengmeng's figure.

What was going on?

She said she would be back in forty minutes at most; why wasn't she back yet?

He comforted himself: She must have been delayed by chatting; I'll wait a little longer.

Another hour passed.

Jian Mengmeng still had not returned, and he began to grow anxious; a very bad premonition welled up in his heart.

Yang Zihao wondered if she was intentionally playing him for a fool.

After all, the three sisters were triplets; if they colluded to set him up, it was not entirely impossible.

He began to regret it all over again.

He regretted handing his ID card to Jian Mengmeng; what if she took his ID card to the police station to investigate?

Unfortunately, he had guessed correctly this time.

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