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For Chen Xi, both going to prison and repaying the money were unbearable costs.

If she didn't repay, she'd have to go to prison.

She was only twenty-three years old; if she went to prison and had a blemish on her record, her life would be over.

Not wanting to go to prison, she grabbed Cheng Dong's arm.

"The love fund Lu Chen transferred to me, I put it all with you. Hurry up and give the money back, or I will end up in prison."

Cheng Dong's face instantly turned as dark as iron.

After receiving that money, it had long since become the capital for his lavish spending.

With my money in hand, he went around indulging in debauchery, talking about love while having spent every single cent.

How could he possibly bring it out?

"Xixi, have you forgotten? That money has already been spent, and it was spent on you."