Seeing that Meng Zihan agreed readily, the nurse nodded and turned to leave: "Then come with me, the payment window is on the first floor."

Meng Zihan followed behind the nurse, her mind racing as she devised a plan.

When you get to the window, just say you don't have enough cash on you and ask for two or three hundred yuan to cover up the situation.

In this era, an ordinary worker's monthly salary is only a hundred yuan or so. For her to take out two or three hundred yuan at once is already "decent" enough and can be considered as fulfilling her "filial piety".

After paying the money, find an excuse to slip away, thus saving face in front of Gu Yifei without actually incurring a huge financial loss.

Just then, Gu Yifei's voice came from behind.

"I'll go with you. I'm going home anyway, it's on my way."

Meng Zihan turned to look at him and immediately understood Gu Yifei's intention.

He doesn't believe her!

He's spying on me!

Gu Yifei certainly didn't believe that she had become a big boss or started a company.

He found it even more hard to believe that someone who could so heartlessly abscond with all of his aunt and uncle's severance pay would suddenly have a change of heart and kindly come back to pay for medical expenses.

He followed her to keep an eye on her and see how much money she could actually come up with, so that she wouldn't just say nice things and then find an excuse to run away!

"Brother Yifei, you don't need to trouble yourself like this." Meng Zihan was unwilling to let Gu Yifei come along and immediately declined, "Paying the bill is a small matter, I can handle it myself. You should go home and not delay your business."

Gu Yifei, however, seemed not to understand her implied meaning and did not stop walking at all.

"It's okay. There are a lot of people and things can get messy in the hospital. I'll keep an eye on things for you so that you, a young lady, don't pay the money in the wrong place."

After saying that, he quickened his pace and walked ahead, as if he were "escorting" her.

After taking a few steps, he turned back and stared at Meng Zihan calmly, his eyes clearly conveying two words: Keep up.

Meng Zihan could no longer laugh and had to quickly step forward.

The stairs leading from the inpatient department to the lobby on the first floor have only a few dozen steps, but Meng Zihan struggled to walk them, and her resentment grew heavier and heavier.

She glared angrily at Gu Yifei's retreating figure, secretly grinding her teeth.

This fool, how did he become like this in this life, so clueless about romance!

Gu Yifei walked ahead, completely oblivious to her resentment, and even chatted with the nurse who was leading the way.

"Nurse, given Uncle Ye's condition, how long will he need to stay in the hospital before he can be discharged?"

"His condition is relatively stable, but given his age, recovery from a stroke is always slower. Conservatively speaking, he'll need at least another two months of observation and treatment."

"Two months..." Gu Yifei nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "Approximately how much will it cost for these two months?"

The nurse did a quick mental calculation and gave a number.

After listening, Gu Yifei didn't say anything more, but simply hummed in agreement.

Soon, the three arrived at the payment counter on the first floor.

Behind the glass window sat two staff members in white coats, with an old-fashioned abacus and thick, frayed ledgers on their desks.

There were already three or four people queuing in front of the window, all of them family members of patients. They all looked worried and were clutching rolls of crumpled banknotes tightly in their hands.

Meng Zihan stood at the end of the line, watching the people in front of her take out scattered bills from their cloth bags, and that sense of superiority welled up in her heart again.

When it was his turn, he deftly tossed out three crisp 100-yuan bills, confident that he could impress the crowd.

Finally, everyone in front of me finished.

Meng Zihan walked to the window and gave Ye Zhenghua's ward number and bed number.

The toll collector, without looking up, flipped through the ledger and asked, "How much?"

Just as Meng Zihan was about to say the word "three hundred," Gu Yifei, who had been standing beside her, spoke first.

"Uncle Ye can only stay for another two months at most. Xiaohan, it wasn't easy for you to come back from Gangcheng this time, and who knows when you'll be able to come back again."

He suggested in a consultative tone, "I think it would be better to pay for both months at once."

"Brother Yifei... what did you say?" Meng Zihan turned her head in astonishment.

Seeing her shocked expression, Gu Yifei understood immediately.

His last remaining doubts vanished, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips as he intensified his attack.

“I said, since you rarely come back, why not do more to show your filial piety and pay off all of your uncle’s medical expenses in one go?”

"I just asked the nurse. The cost for two months, including medication and nursing care, comes to about four thousand yuan."

His gaze was fixed on Meng Zihan, and he said slowly, "Xiaohan, you're a big boss with your own company now, you can't possibly not even come up with a mere four thousand yuan, can you? I remember you just said that you've worked with my cousin before. My cousin can come up with tens of thousands of yuan at a time without even blinking an eye."

Gu Jingran! It's Gu Jingran again!

Gu Jingran can take out tens of thousands of yuan at a time because he is the real boss, a rising star in the business world who holds real power and makes a fortune every day!

And what about her? What is she?

She was nothing more than a figurehead "vase" by that Hong Kong boss's side!

She knew nothing about what projects the company was doing or how much money it was making; her role was simply to maintain appearances and serve as a pretty decoration on certain occasions.

Let alone tens of thousands of yuan, even four thousand yuan would be a huge sum of money for her!

Meng Zihan couldn't utter a single word about these things, these truths.

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