98: You're selling me my stuff?

"Haha, that's right, it's Meimei."

Guo Gang nodded, a bitter smile on his lips, and a complex emotion in his eyes: "And this money, she never urged me to pay it back, do you know?"

"Old Qin, you know I was raised by my dad since I was little. Although the surgery ultimately failed and my dad couldn't be saved, if it weren't for the money you lent me to cover the surgery costs, I would hate myself for the rest of my life!"

Speaking of which, Guo Gang, who was usually optimistic, choked up a little, and his eyes reddened slightly.

"Alas! Never mind, decide your own matters!"

Qin Shou sighed deeply, patted Guo Gang's shoulder, and said nothing more.

Qin Shou could somewhat empathize with Guo Gang's feelings.

It was like someone who had always lived in darkness, and then one day, someone gave him a glimmer of light. From then on, that person became his everything.

Guo Gang didn't speak again, just nodded silently.

"You rest well and don't think too much during this time."

After saying that, Qin Shou turned and left the ward. Xu Nanqin, seeing Qin Shou leave, also said goodbye to Guo Gang and followed Qin Shou out.

Only Guo Gang was left in the room. He lay quietly on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind filled with thoughts.

After a while, Guo Gang fumbled for his phone under his pillow, his fingertips trembling slightly as he dialed Feng Meimei's number.

As soon as the call connected, Feng Meimei's clearly impatient voice came through: "Guo Gang, haven't I told you? Stop bothering me, we're impossible, are you out of your mind? Don't you know what kind of person I am? Guo Gang, you're a good person, find a normal woman to live with! Forget about me!"

Feng Meimei's voice was sharp and cold, like a frigid knife piercing deeply into Guo Gang's heart.

"Meimei, don't you need money? I have money now, I have five hundred thousand, I'll give it all to you, okay? Don't do that line of work anymore! Can you?"

Guo Gang was a little agitated, his tone carrying a hint of pleading.

"Guo Gang, who the hell do you think you are? A savior? Do all the women in the world need you to save them? Stop being so self-important. Do you know how much money I need? I, Feng Meimei, am a materialistic woman, just forget about me. What do you think five hundred thousand can do? It's not even enough for a down payment on a house. If I had known you would be so persistent, I wouldn't have lent you that money in the first place."

Feng Meimei's words were even more cutting.

"Damn it, is this call ever going to end? Hang up the phone quickly, you're ruining my mood."

A crude voice came from Feng Meimei's end, interrupting her.

"Boss Jin, I'm really sorry."

Feng Meimei immediately put on a fawning smile, hastily said "That's it then" into the phone, and hung up.

Guo Gang on the other end of the line heard Feng Meimei and Boss Jin's conversation clearly.

Guo Gang let go of the phone weakly, his body trembling violently, unsure if it was from sadness, anger, or both.

Boss Jin wore gold-rimmed glasses and a vintage silk yellow mandarin jacket, giving him a somewhat anachronistic, late Qing dynasty feel.

At this moment, Boss Jin was half-reclining on the sofa in the private room, while Feng Meimei was kneeling in front of him, diligently serving him. Boss Jin tilted his head back, a look of enjoyment on his face.

"I say, Old Jin, why do you always pick this girl every time you come? Her looks are just okay, not exactly top-notch, if you ask me!" Zhao Gang, who was beside him, asked with some confusion.

"Hehe, I say, Zhao Gang, you don't understand, do you?"

Boss Jin's lips curled into a lewd smile, his eyes lecherously roaming over Feng Meimei.

"Among all the girls in this club, she has the best technique, especially her oral skills. It's simply heavenly, soul-stirring and bone-melting!"

"Old Jin, when is this Young Master Ye you mentioned going to arrive?" Zhao Gang was clearly more interested in the "Young Master Ye" Boss Jin spoke of, asking impatiently.

"What's the rush? Don't worry, since it's arranged, Young Master Ye will naturally arrive. Hehe, let me tell you, this is a big client. If we serve him well today and make him comfortable, there will be big business in the future." As soon as Boss Jin finished speaking, the door to the private room was pushed open from the outside.

A man and a woman slowly walked in.

The man's handsome features held a hint of coldness, and his every gesture exuded an air of nobility from long-held power.

The woman wore a tight-fitting leather outfit, her figure incredibly curvaceous. As soon as she entered, she instantly overshadowed the other elaborately dressed ladies in the private room.

The newcomers were none other than Ye Wuhuan and Gu Ling.

"Oh my! Young Master Ye, you've arrived!"

Old Jin, upon seeing Ye Wuhuan walk in, immediately transformed. Just moments ago, he was half-reclining on the sofa, looking lazy and enjoying himself, but now he instantly became energetic. He shoved Feng Meimei, who was kneeling in front of him, aside.

Old Jin hurriedly pulled up his pants, his face wreathed in smiles, and eagerly pointed to the side sofa, saying, "Hehe, Young Master Ye, please have a seat."

Feng Meimei was suddenly pushed away roughly by Boss Jin, lost her balance, stumbled, and hit her forehead on the corner of the coffee table, gasping in pain. But even so, Feng Meimei dared not say anything, merely lowered her head silently, quickly got up, and prepared to leave the private room.

"Wait—!"

Unexpectedly, just as Feng Meimei reached the door, she was suddenly called out by Ye Wuhuan.

Feng Meimei froze, her steps immediately halted. She slowly turned around and whispered respectfully, "May I ask what your command is, boss?"

"Hehe, Young Master Ye indeed has good taste. Among all the girls here, this one is the most exciting."

Seeing this, Boss Jin immediately smiled broadly and flattered him.

"Take this money, clean yourself up, and wait for me in the private room next door."

Ye Wuhuan ignored Old Jin's flattery, not even bothering to glance at Boss Jin. He simply gave Feng Meimei a faint look, then took out a thick stack of banknotes from his pocket and, without looking, tossed them directly onto the coffee table.

Feng Meimei looked closely and saw a thick stack of banknotes scattered on the coffee table, all US dollars, emitting an alluring glow under the dim light, estimated to be over ten thousand.

This scene left both Zhao Gang and Old Jin utterly stunned, their jaws nearly dropping to the floor.

In this era of widespread mobile payments, who still carries so much cash, and all US dollars at that? It was enough to show that the Young Master Ye from Yanjing had extraordinary power.

"Thank you, boss."

Feng Meimei's eyes also lit up with excitement. She quickly picked up the US dollars from the table, her face beaming with joy, and happily left the private room.

"Hehe, Young Master Ye is truly generous, so lavish with his spending!"

Zhao Gang, standing nearby, couldn't help but give Ye Wuhuan a thumbs-up, flattering him with a fawning smile.

"You are?"

Ye Wuhuan couldn't help but frown slightly, his expression somewhat displeased.

The information Gu Ling had previously provided to Ye Wuhuan only included Old Jin's details, but did not mention Zhao Gang, so Ye Wuhuan did not recognize him.

"Oh! Let me introduce. Young Master Ye, this is Zhao Gang, the owner of Zhao's Gold Shop, the largest gold shop in City. This batch of goods today was provided by him."

Seeing this, Old Jin quickly stepped forward to introduce him.

"Oh—! Alright then."

Ye Wuhuan nodded indifferently, his displeased expression returning to its previous aloofness. He spoke directly, "I don't want to waste time. Bring out everything you have and let me see it. But let me make it clear beforehand, I, Ye Wuhuan, do not accept trash."

Zhao Gang, hearing this, patted his chest and assured him, "Hehe, Young Master Ye, you can rest assured. This batch of goods I have is absolutely the finest of the fine, guaranteed to satisfy you."

With that, he took a black briefcase from beside him and gently placed it on the coffee table. Then, he carefully opened the case, his movements gentle, as if afraid of damaging the contents inside.

Subsequently, he turned the case around, pushed it in front of Ye Wuhuan, and said confidently, "Young Master Ye, please take a look."

Ye Wuhuan's expression was originally calm, even a little nonchalant.

However, when he saw what was inside the case, his face instantly darkened, and a sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly stood up, his movements so swift that everyone present was caught off guard. Immediately after, he raised his right foot and mercilessly kicked Zhao Gang hard in the chest.

"Bang—!"

A dull thud echoed in the private room. Zhao Gang, completely unprepared, took the full force of the kick. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against the wall.

"Damn it, you dare to touch my, Ye Wuhuan's, things? And then dare to sell them back to me! I think you're tired of living!"