bookrebus Chapter 13 Are you really that short of money?
Chapter 13 Are you really that short of money?
Ye Cheng naturally wouldn't tell Shen Qingrou the truth, but instead coaxed her gently, "Does Chen Zhaoyi have any mortal enemies?"
Or does the Chen Group have any mortal enemies?
There are three major powers in Hedong City: the Chen Group, which is the strongest; the Shen Group, which is the second strongest; and the Cheng Group, which is the last strongest.
The Shen Group and the Cheng Group are both rising stars, with similar strength.
The two companies briefly collaborated at the beginning of their businesses to counter the suppression from the Chen Group.
After establishing themselves, they parted ways due to differences in interests.
From then on, the Hedong City commercial district formed a tripartite balance of power.
But now that the Chen Group is actually going to form a marriage alliance with the Shen Group, how could the Cheng Group possibly ignore it?
“That is indeed possible.” Shen Qingrou’s eyes flickered, as if she was plotting something.
"We can't stay in the hospital any longer. Let's pack up and go back to the hotel. Old Man Shen has a private doctor; I'll request to call him."
Ye Cheng, being understanding, said, "After being so frightened just now, I feel like my body's potential has been unleashed. I seem to have recovered my health and there's no need to call a doctor."
Upon hearing this, Shen Qingrou feigned surprise and said in a heavy voice, "You're not having a final burst of energy before death, are you?"
Ye Cheng's face darkened: "Then why don't you hurry up and call a doctor to give me a check-up!"
Shen Qingrou suddenly realized something, and her pretty face instantly fell. She said with dissatisfaction, "What kind of lousy hospital is this? Such a big thing happened, and there's not even a single person to come forward!"
I want to confront their dean!
The dean, who was out on an inspection trip with his female assistant, rushed back.
"Oh, Mr. Shen, why didn't you give us a heads-up before coming to our hospital for treatment? I could have made proper arrangements for you."
The balding dean fawned over Shen Qingrou with an obsequious expression.
"President Shen's boyfriend is a handsome and talented man, truly an outstanding individual."
It is my honor that you two have come to our hospital for treatment, and it brings great honor to our institution..."
"Alright..." Shen Qingrou interrupted the bald dean impatiently, "What's the point of saying so many polite things? Let's talk about something practical."
My husband was kidnapped at your hospital. The police have all left, but no one from your hospital has come to inquire about his whereabouts.
"What, are you, Dean Yang, the mastermind behind this? Are you so intimidating that the medical staff in your hospital are afraid to even show their faces?"
Dean Yang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and chuckled dryly, "President Shen is joking. I don't have that ability at all."
We have no grudge against each other...
"One hundred thousand!" Shen Qingrou said abruptly.
Dean Yang was taken aback: "What does President Shen mean by this?"
Shen Qingrou, without blushing or skipping a beat, calmly said, "My husband's compensation for emotional distress."
If someone can be kidnapped so easily while you're in the hospital, how bad must the security be?
I'm staying in a VIP room; the regular wards would probably be a complete mess.
If word gets out, who will dare to come to you for treatment in the future?
If an ordinary person dared to extort money like this, Dean Yang would definitely use all his power to protect his interests.
But the person opposite him was the eldest daughter of the Shen family, one of the most powerful families in Hedong City. How could a private school director like him possibly offend her?
Besides, 100,000 is simply too reasonable for him.
They even felt they had gotten a great deal.
"It's our duty, it's our duty. We were negligent and caused trouble for President Shen. I feel extremely bad about it."
Giving me some compensation would put my mind at ease.
In addition, all expenses incurred by Mr. Ye at the hospital will be waived.
We will also increase security measures outside the wards.
Shen Qingrou was unmoved: "Dean Yang, do you think we still dare to stay in the hospital?"
Dean Yang thought to himself, "Fine, don't stay then."
Before he could even exchange pleasantries, a doctor approached and reported, "Dean, after our tests, Mr. Ye's health is perfectly normal."
Shen Qingrou walked to the bedside, looked at Ye Cheng, and asked with lingering concern, "How are you feeling?"
Ye Cheng offered a helping hand: "I also feel it's not safe here, let's leave."
Dean Yang was overjoyed when he heard this. Thank goodness, my little temple can finally have some peace and quiet.
Shen Qingrou was always decisive and efficient, and soon left the hospital with the 100,000 yuan given to her by Dean Yang.
Transfers are recorded, and cash transactions are less likely to leave any evidence.
Shen Qingrou was well-versed in this.
Inside the Qingrou Hotel, after Wang Jingjing helped Shen Qingrou settle Ye Cheng in, Shen Qingrou took out 50,000 yuan from her bag and gave it to Wang Jingjing.
"I'm sorry you had to go through this fright today, this money is to compensate you."
Wang Jingjing was overjoyed, but the words of resignation that were on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back down.
Mr. Shen is offering so much; for the sake of the money, I'll stay.
If the risks outweigh the rewards, she's willing to take the gamble.
Besides, this is Shen Qingrou's stronghold. Only a fool would dare to break in.
"Thank you, President Shen! Thank you, President Shen! Long live President Shen!"
Shen Qingrou looked at the cheering Wang Jingjing and thought to herself, "She's really easy to please."
After her initial excitement, Wang Jingjing then expressed her wish to deposit the money into the bank immediately.
Shen Qingrou was quite understanding and gave Wang Jingjing half a day off.
After Wang Jingjing left, Ye Cheng asked Shen Qingrou, "President Shen..."
"I am your wife now."
"Um... honey, are you short of money?"
Shen Qingrou was taken aback by his words. She neither denied nor confirmed them, but asked with interest, "How did you come to the conclusion that I'm short of money?"
"The Hedong City Business Daily said that spending money like water is your defining characteristic."
Based on the mainstream media's assessment of your character, you would not care about paying 100,000 yuan in compensation for emotional distress.
Even if they did accept it, they would give the full amount to Wang Jingjing, who was implicated.
But you only gave me half.
Although you appear very generous on the surface, you are actually very reluctant to part with it.
Shen Qingrou's heart tightened, and she looked at Ye Cheng warily: "Were your eyes on me the whole time?"
Ye Cheng readily admitted, "I am now your legal husband, but I know nothing about you. Of course, I need to observe you more to understand you better."
Shen Qingrou said, "Based on this alone, you dare to conclude that I'm short of money?"
Ye Cheng humbly replied, "This is just my speculation."
But when I thought about how my wife was a mistress of the Shen Group, I realized that my guess was probably wrong.
How could my wife be short of money!
Shen Qingrou suddenly leaned close to Ye Cheng's ear and whispered, "How could I be short of money? I'll give you as much as you want."
Ye Cheng shook his head: "I have no interest in money. I only hope to become a true friend with whom I can be honest and open."
Shen Qingrou suddenly bit Ye Cheng's broad earlobe: "Are you serious about being so honest with Him?"
Ye Cheng wanted to make a joke, but when he thought of his health, he immediately gave up the idea.
History tells us not to easily provoke a madman.
"What are you thinking? Maybe you should get to know me better, then you'll have fewer and fewer suspicions about me."
Shen Qingrou's big eyes blinked, and she straightened up to ask, "You said you can recover, but I wonder how long it will take to fully recover?"
Ye Cheng was about to blurt out that it would take about five days, but in a flash, he felt he should hold back, so he said ambiguously, "It'll be about this period of time."
Shen Qingrou reached out and hooked Ye Cheng's chin: "I'll have the old man's private doctor give you a thorough check-up in a bit."