Chapter 479 Buying out the relationship with money
"What's wrong with you? Do you still feel sorry for that kind of beast?" Feng Moyan saw her expression of loneliness and said nothing, then looked at her and asked.
Yang Qianyu shook her head, "I was just thinking, Yang Zijun..."
The man sneered, "It is his misfortune to have such a father, and we have done our best to him."
He had asked Wang Cheng to arrange a job for the boy early on, promoted him and led him from an unlearned second generation to now adapting to the workplace step by step. This kind of kindness was already meaningful enough.
Now, give him half a month's leave so that he can take care of his sick father with peace of mind.
But it's bad luck to meet such a father.
"Forget it," Yang Qianyu also knew that her worries were unnecessary, she cheered up and turned around to leave, "I'll send the children to kindergarten first."
After getting in the car, she took out her mobile phone and turned it on.
I shut it off for a few days, and when I turned it on, the text message notification sound almost made my fingers numb.
There are hundreds of missed calls!
After looking at the address book, I saw that they were all unfamiliar numbers. They were probably called by unscrupulous media and idiot netizens.
Ignoring it, she logged into WeChat again. There were also many unread messages.
She turned down the page and suddenly, an unread message caught her attention.
He Ya.
The romance novel writer.
So many things happened these days that she almost forgot about this thing, this person.
What is she looking for? Is the novel finished?
Feeling confused and curious, she quickly clicked on the dialog box.
[Hi, beauty, your physique is really a hot search topic. You are searched more frequently than third-tier celebrities.]
[You were bullied by the Internet before, and my readers here still went to protect you. I don’t know what happened this time, but a group of trolls actually swarmed into the comment area under the novel, hurling all kinds of abuse and curses, saying that you are a two-legged person and worship money.
Vanity, chaos in the beginning and abandonment in the end, being taken care of by the old man who is the financial owner, etc...]
[Even the website was attacked by those crazy sunspots. As a last resort, the editor contacted me and asked me to temporarily remove the book from the shelves. So there was no other way, so the book was removed from the shelves first. 】
[Because it was your husband who asked me to write this story in the first place, I have to tell you when the book is removed from the shelves. When this storm passes, the book will be back on the shelves. I hope that by then you will have achieved the right results. My
Books can also have a perfect ending!]
After reading the news, Yang Qianyu was surprised for a while.
I specifically searched for it on a certain platform, and sure enough, the novel was missing.
Hehe, these keyboard warriors are really powerful. How can such boring and malicious maggots survive in the world?
Thinking that He Ya once said that if they don't get married, the novel will not have an ending - Yang Qianyu smiled knowingly and replied to WeChat.
[Okay, I’m sorry to trouble you. I’ll definitely give you wedding candies as soon as the happy event is settled. 】
The other side actually replied in seconds: Okay! Looking forward to your good news!
Yang Qianyu suddenly became curious and couldn't help but ask: Didn't you ever doubt me?
He Ya: What do you suspect? Do you suspect that you are in love with someone else and abandoned Mr. Feng? How is that possible? When you two mention each other, honey brews in your eyes, and the happy smile on your lips almost reaches behind your ears.
It’s definitely true love!
Yang Qianyu laughed inexplicably when he saw this.
Is this the perspective of a romance writer?
He Ya: As for Mr. Zhuo who fell from the sky, according to the novel's formula, he should be some kind of relative who has been lost for many years.
Yang Qianyu was stunned when she saw this. Before she could think of how to reply, another message came from the other side: Hahaha, I have an occupational disease. It's just a random guess. Don't worry.
this……
She really wanted to reply: You guessed it right.
But after thinking about it, since they were not acquainted, it was inconvenient to disclose this matter.
She didn't even say Fei Fei. She felt sorry for her best friend by telling outsiders first.
So, after chatting for a few words, we said goodbye.
"Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you still feeling unwell?" Xiaoyu had been observing her mother for a long time. After she put down her phone, she asked with concern.
Yang Qianyu turned to look at her son, touched his head and smiled, "No, mom is fine, don't worry, baby."
"Then why are you unhappy?"
"Does mom have it?"
"Yeah!" The little guy nodded firmly, "Mom has been listless these days, but I observed carefully and it doesn't look like she was quarreling with dad."
I didn't expect that the little guy was so sensitive that he could even observe such details.
"No...Mom just encountered something and didn't want to understand it."
"Then how long will it take to figure it out?"
"I don't know... maybe soon, maybe a long time."
"Then I hope mom will figure it out soon. I still like the mom who loves to laugh."
The child's words were like a warm current flowing into her heart, and coupled with the fact that He Ya, a relatively unfamiliar person, could trust her so much, Yang Qianyu's mood finally became clearer.
After feeling relieved, I felt that Yang Guohua's crime was not so heinous.
Having cancer is a punishment from God.
Now that he has jumped off a building again, even if he is rescued, he will probably end up with missing arms and legs.
For the rest of his life, every day of his life was filled with suffering and hardship.
I really feel sorry for Yang Zijun.
Thinking of this, kind thoughts arose in her heart again, and she asked her eldest son to chat with his younger siblings, and then dialed Yang Zijun's number.
It rang for a long time and didn't get through.
She couldn't help but feel anxious. Did Yang Zijun take the initiative to draw a clear line with her and not even answer the phone?
Just as I was about to put down my phone, there was a sudden sound from over there.
"Hello." Yang Zijun's voice was a little flat, with a hint of alienation.
Yang Qianyu was slightly stunned, and then she calmed down before speaking: "Xiaojun, I have heard about what happened in the hospital, how is the situation now?"
"Have you heard all about it? Are you well-informed, or...have you sent someone to keep an eye on the hospital?" Yang Zijun's tone was quite harsh, which was completely different from his previous fawning attitude towards her.
Yang Qianyu's heart skipped a beat, "What... do you mean?"
"What do you mean? Yesterday afternoon, the hospital stopped paying, and early this morning, the police came to take my dad to jail. If these things weren't secretly instigated by someone, I don't believe it would be such a coincidence. I know that he has indeed done a lot to apologize to you.
I'm sorry about your mother, but he has already received retribution, and now you are enjoying endless wealth and wealth, and you have such a powerful biological father - can't you be more generous? Do you have to force people to a dead end? "
Yang Zijun's long speech confused Yang Qianyu. She tried to interrupt several times but was unable to interrupt, so she had to let the other party finish his sentence.
"Stop medical expenses? I don't know about this. I...I left the hospital yesterday. I was in a very confused mood and had no energy to do this." Yang Qianyu replied in confusion.
Yang Zijun was stunned, "Not you?"
"It's really not me."
The other person paused and understood, "If it's not you, it's Feng Moyan. If he protects you so much, he will definitely take the injustice on your behalf."
Yang Qianyu thought for a moment and realized that this was indeed Feng Moyan's style.
"If it was really his instruction, then it's not unjust if you blame me." Thinking that Feng Moyan's starting point must be for himself, Yang Qianyu took the initiative to take on this responsibility.
"Don't worry, the money I promised you to give him to prepare for the surgery will be counted. It can be regarded as a thank you for your help to me before."
"But...since I have no blood relationship with him, and he has hurt my mother like that, I will no longer care about his life and death." Yang Qianyu felt that doing this could be regarded as repaying Yang Guohua's love.
My last favor.
After all, she grew up in the Yang family. Although she was abused, neglected, and harshly criticized, it was the Yang family who raised her after all.
Yang Zijun couldn't believe it, and his tone was higher, "You said... you are still willing to pay for the surgery?"
"Yes. This is what I promised, and I will not go back on my promise. As for where you use the money, I don't care. I will not fulfill my filial piety to him in the future."
Yang Zijun said quickly: "I understand, you have no obligation - then, when will you give me this money?"
"The fastest is this afternoon, if not tomorrow." Because she is really penniless now and has to find a way to get it together.
"Okay, then I will believe you again. But don't worry, he will die or be disabled after this fall. He will not make trouble again in the future, and I will not blackmail you."
Although Yang Zijun is selfish, his words are quite reliable.
After hanging up the phone, Yang Qianyu finally felt calmer.
She should act according to her conscience. No matter what others say, she only needs to have a clear conscience.
After sending the children to the kindergarten, the three little guys kissed her on the face one by one before getting off the car, making her drool all over her face.
She was afraid of being recognized and causing trouble, so she didn't get out of the car while Ah Quan sent the children to the kindergarten.
Sitting in the car, she sent Feng Moyan a WeChat message to ask what Yang Zijun had said.
Feng Moyan has always been brave enough to take responsibility, and he admitted it neatly.
Looking at his words "It's me, what's wrong?" Yang Qianyu sighed, not knowing how to respond.
Things had already happened. Blaming and blaming were of no use. She picked up her mobile phone and sent a voice message, asking directly: "Do you have any money? Give me 150,000."
The next second, the phone call came.
"Yang Zijun wants it from you?"
"No, I gave it to him on my own initiative. This is what I promised him before. After giving this money, the affairs of the Yang family in the future have nothing to do with me."
Yang Qianyu finished her words and remained silent. She thought this person would not agree, so she took the lead and said: "Forget it if you don't give it, I'll go find Fei Fei to borrow it, and I will pay her back slowly when I get to work and earn money."
"
The words were somewhat angry, and she hung up the phone before waiting for a reply.
Soon, the phone rang again.
She picked up the answer, and Feng Mo's words were cold and somewhat doting and helpless, "You asked me, can I not give it to you? Why don't you borrow it from others? I don't want to lose face?"
She smiled and said, "Fei Fei is none other than Fei Fei."
"This is not the point! The point is, can I make you have no money to spend? Wait, I will transfer the money to you later! Whatever you do, as long as you are happy."
Feng Moyan has begun to cash out gradually. Even if Qianqian doesn't talk to him, he will transfer the money to her as soon as the money is received in his account - as he said, as his woman, can he not give her money to spend?
What's more, the reason why she became impoverished was all because of him!
Feng Moyan was happy in his heart. The more confidently she asked for money, the more he felt that he had the value of existence.
When Yang Qianyu heard his words, "As long as you are happy," she actually smiled on her face.
After all, he understands himself and supports him unconditionally.
"Thank you, Mr. Feng."
"I will be happier if you call me husband."
"Oh, just wait."
The phone was hung up and Ah Quan came back just in time.
Soon, President Lincoln No. 1 drove away steadily.
About five or six minutes after they left, a Rolls-Royce parked on the side of the road.
Secretary Zhao looked out of the passenger window, then looked back at the back seat: "Mr. Zhuo, this is the kindergarten."