126: Add ten services

Bai Yan paused, "Brother Fan, is the tutoring free?"

"Why do you ask about money for everything? Isn't that vulgar?"

Bai Yan said righteously, "Boss Wu, a rich young master like you wouldn't understand the suffering of the poor. Besides, I sold my entire self to you for money. Don't I even have the right to ask for clarification?"

Wu Fan looked at the stubbornness in her eyes and paused. "Anything I proactively suggest, whether it's doing something or buying something, is free. Got that?"

"Also, let me make one thing clear: I am not some rich young master. I'm a kid who came from the countryside too."

He raised his hand to cup her chin, his gaze filled with aggression.

Bai Yan slapped away his teasing hand. "Got it, Big Boss Wu. If I buy something expensive later, don't you dare feel bad."

"The more expensive you choose, the happier I'll be."

Bai Yan met his eyes. "Really?"

"Why don't you try it and find out?"

Bai Yan glared at him stubbornly.

She certainly didn't hold back, choosing a hoodie worth over six thousand, casual pants over eight thousand, a long coat over thirty thousand, and shoes over nine thousand.

She said in a provocative tone, "I did a quick calculation. It's about sixty thousand. Should we place the order?"

"No."

Wu Fan replied coldly.

Bai Yan was startled. "What? Backing out? You don't want to spend that much money anymore?"

Wu Fan said in a deep voice, "You bought too little. There are jewelry, bags, and perfume nearby. Pick out some more."

Bai Yan was stunned.

She was speechless for a moment. "Brother Fan, forget it. I won't buy them. Let's return everything. I was just acting on a whim earlier."

"I can't take your things for nothing. I feel uneasy about it. Let's go to the International Trade Wholesale Market. Things are much cheaper there."

After she finished speaking, she grabbed Wu Fan's arm and pulled him toward the exit.

Wu Fan wrapped his arm around her slender waist. "No way. We must spend 500,000 today before we can leave, or I'll add 5 sessions of sleeping together as punishment."

Bai Yan widened her eyes, looking incredulous. "There's a clause like that?"

Wu Fan's lips twitched. "Agreement Clause 8: Obey the Sugar Daddy, or the number of sleeping sessions will be increased as punishment."

"Huh?"

"What? I just remembered the content of Clause 8. Is that a problem? Clause 9 is still pending, understand?"

Bai Yan frowned. "These are tyrant clauses. I concede."

She leaned closer and whispered, "Just, Sugar Daddy Wu, could you hurry up and finish the remaining 19 sessions? I really need the money, okay?"

Wu Fan lowered his gaze, looking at her earnest little face. "Why are you in such a hurry for all this money? Besides, your small frame probably can't handle it."

Bai Yan's pretty face flushed crimson, and she pursed her lips. "My grandfather is waiting for surgery, or I wouldn't have sold myself."

After she spoke, bitterness and helplessness appeared in her eyes.

"Selling yourself to me—do you feel especially wronged?"

Bai Yan's face grew even redder, and she remained silent.

Wu Fan lowered his voice and said, "Since the surgery is urgent, take me to the hospital to see him later. If it's true, I can give you the 2 million first, but interest will need to be paid."

Bai Yan's eyes lit up. "How do I pay?"

"By adding ten more sessions of service."

Bai Yan: "..."

"Boss Wu, can't you come up with something else creative? Do you really like sleeping with me that much?"

Wu Fan said expressionlessly, "You don't need to worry about that. I'm just asking if you agree."

Bai Yan didn't hesitate. "Deal."

For her grandfather's life, she had long since thrown caution to the wind.

Wu Fan smiled imperceptibly. "Hurry up and buy things, then we'll go to the hospital."

"Okay."

To avoid the 5 extra sleeping sessions, Bai Yan finally let loose and bought bags, perfume, and also picked out a bracelet.

Wu Fan went to the counter and paid. The total was exactly 500,000, no more, no less.

"Bai Yan, your calculations are so precise."

"Of course. I was only trying to complete the task you assigned. If it were up to me, I would absolutely never buy such expensive things; it's pure waste."

Wu Fan smiled noncommittally.

After getting into the car, Wu Fan asked, "People's Hospital?"

"Yes!"

"Miss Bai Yan, please fasten your seatbelt. The vehicle is about to start."

"Oh, okay."

She started pulling the seatbelt, but she couldn't pull it out at all.

It seemed that this Xiaoni hadn't ridden in a car very often.

Wu Fan said gently, "Pulling a seatbelt should be gentle and slow, like treating a man's treasure. You can't pull hard. Try again."

Bai Yan felt awkward and embarrassed, but thankfully, she fastened it smoothly in the end.

"Boss Wu, please excuse my clumsiness."

Wu Fan ignored her, started the engine, and played "Liking You" by Beyond.

Bai Yan couldn't help but ask, "Brother Fan, this song is really nice, but I don't quite understand it. What's it called?"

"Liking You."

"What?" Bai Yan turned her head to look and saw Wu Fan driving seriously.

"Liking You. It's a song by the band Beyond. It's quite old, so it's normal that you, Young girl, wouldn't know it."

"Oh..."

Only then did Bai Yan realize, and her face flushed again spontaneously.

Hospitals were always busy. Wu Fan had to drive in a large circle just to find a parking spot.

After the two of them got out of the car, they had only walked a few steps when they suddenly heard a muffled 'thud' behind them, like a heavy object hitting the ground.

Wu Fan quickly turned back and saw an old man with white hair lying face down on the ground, his condition unknown.

Wu Fan was startled and immediately jogged over.

Bai Yan quickly warned him, "Brother Fan, he's not trying to stage an accident, is he?"

Wu Fan didn't hesitate, quickly turned the man over, took off his jacket to cushion the back of his head, and immediately began cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

The old man had no breath, his eyes wide and vacant. Bright red blood flowed from his forehead, quickly covering his cheek.

Bai Yan covered her mouth in fright, completely at a loss for what to do.

The scene was terrifying; the old man seemed to be on the brink of death.

While pressing the old man's chest, Wu Fan reminded her, "Bai Yan, call 120 quickly. It's a matter of life and death."

Only then did Bai Yan come to her senses, hurriedly making the call and reporting the exact location.

Wu Fan did not stop his actions. After pressing for about half a minute, the old man suddenly let out a 'whoosh' and exhaled.

His previously ashen face slowly regained some color.

He slowly opened his eyes. "What happened to me?"

Wu Fan breathed a sigh of relief. "Grandpa, you just fainted. Do you have no recollection of it?"

The old man struggled to move. "Oh, yes. Everything went black, and I didn't know anything. Thank you, young man."

He tried to get up, but Wu Fan stopped him. "Don't move. Stay lying down for a bit longer."

Soon, the paramedics jogged over with a stretcher.

Luckily, they were in the hospital parking lot, so help arrived quickly.

Seeing that the old man was already conscious and the problem wasn't severe, Wu Fan didn't follow them inside.

Bai Yan said admiringly, "Brother Fan, you know a lot about first aid. Are you perhaps a doctor?"

She recalled the faint scent of herbal medicine that had emanated from Wu Fan during their first intimate encounter...