Chapter 62 Dowry and Betrothal Gifts "I will work hard to earn money to support the family, you just need to..."
Snap.
The medicine box fell to the ground. Zhang Yuyu was stunned for a few seconds before she came to her senses and rubbed the back of her head. "Ha, I might be hallucinating because I didn't sleep well. Don't worry about me, Brother Jin, you guys continue, continue..."
After saying that, she turned and ran away in a flash.
Qin Weijin turned around and saw that Mo Ningzhi's expression was strange. He comforted her, "Don't worry, she won't talk nonsense."
“I’m not worried about that,” Mo Ningzhi said. “Yu Yu is a good assistant. She puts you first and will definitely not leak any information.”
"Then why are you making that face?"
“I was thinking.” Mo Ningzhi looked up and scanned the entire house. “Is there something wrong with this house? Three embarrassing incidents in two days, that’s a bit too frequent.”
Qin paused for a moment, then nodded solemnly, "Indeed."
Mo Ningzhi was surprised that Qin Weijin would actually believe in the metaphysics he had casually made up. Just as she was about to laugh, she heard Qin Weijin continue, "Then why don't you move to my house?"
Mo Ningzhi walked towards the living room: "I'm not going."
Qin Weijin stepped forward and followed: "Why?"
“I can’t afford the rent,” Mo Ningzhi said.
Qin said to Jin, "I'll give it to you for free."
"I feel bad about staying here for free."
"..."
Qin Weijin figured it out; Mo Ningzhi simply didn't want to move there. But it didn't matter; it would be the same if he moved over.
The phone rang suddenly. Qin Weijin answered it for two seconds, his expression softening slightly. After a moment, he said to Mo Ning, "I'm going out for a bit."
"Now?" Mo Ningzhi glanced out the window subconsciously. "There are a lot of reporters outside, and your allergy hasn't gotten better yet."
"I'm going to the hospital." Qin Weijin put away his phone. "Yang Ting is awake."
Mo Ningzhi took a moment to process who this person was. Yang Lian's face flashed through her mind first, and then she remembered that she had a brother who had fallen into a coma while trying to save Qin Weijin.
“I’ll go with you.” Mo Ningzhi picked up her car keys and went out.
Recently, for the sake of convenience, Mo Ningzhi rented several parking spaces in the community and bought two cars with his father's card. He doesn't like light and low-slung supercars, but prefers off-road vehicles and SUVs with stable and heavy chassis. He drives off-road vehicles for leisure or to work, while the SUV is used specifically to transport valuable items like Qin Weijin.
The new license plate left the residential area without incident, without attracting the attention of the reporters staking out nearby. Qin Weijin, sitting in the passenger seat, calmly looked at the group of reporters waiting outside the window and breathed a sigh of relief: "When did you change your car?"
The community gate recognized the license plate number, and the barrier rose. "Last Friday."
Qin Weijin recalled the timeline, "You were already thinking about buying a car right after the rumors started?"
Mo Ningzhi stepped on the gas, and the car glided smoothly forward. "Pretty much. After all, transporting dangerous goods requires a high-quality vehicle."
Qin Weijin understood his deeper meaning, chuckled for a moment, and turned his head to look at the driver's seat. If he weren't still driving, he really wanted to kiss Mo Ningzhi.
Half an hour later, the two arrived at the hospital.
In the VIP ward, the frail patient on the bed had awakened, but the aftereffects of being in a coma for several years prevented him from speaking. He was still wearing an oxygen mask and had various tubes inserted into his body.
Mo Ningzhi and Qin Weijin arrived at a good time; the family members and the attending physician were all there, and they were also discussing Yang Ting's condition.
"Doctor, my son has woken up. Does that mean he's alright?" Yang's mother excitedly grabbed the doctor's hand. The whole family looked dazed and travel-worn, as if they had rushed over as soon as they received the news.
"Awakening is only the first stage. After all, he has been lying down for several years, and his various bodily functions have deteriorated. He needs to be observed for another 72 hours. If no other accidents occur during this period, the patient will be considered to have pulled through," the doctor said slowly.
"Great! When will he be able to speak?"
"It depends on the patient's specific recovery. Based on the examination just now, his vocal cords have degenerated to some extent and have motor impairments, but it is not irreversible. The specific manifestations and recovery are closely related to the degree of nerve damage, the duration of coma, and subsequent rehabilitation interventions. Family members, please rest assured that our hospital will do its best to treat him. However, during the subsequent rehabilitation stage, we need your family members to accompany and encourage him more."
"Of course, thank you doctor, thank you, thank you so much."
"That's all for now. Please call us immediately if the patient has any problems."
The doctor nodded to Qin Weijin and then turned and left the ward.
"Wei Jin, my son is awake! Can you hear me? He's awake!" Yang's mother grabbed Qin Wei Jin's arm with gratitude. "Thank you for not giving up all these years and for paying such high medical bills for him. After all these years... he's finally awake."
Yang's mother was so happy that she shed tears.
Mo Ningzhi turned to look at the people beside her. Qin Weijin's anticipation for this day was no less than that of her family. His gaze remained fixed on the thin boy in the hospital bed, and he whispered to comfort her, "Auntie, this is what I should do. Yang Ting was injured while saving me. Now that he's awake, we should be happy."
"Yes, yes, we should be happy." Yang's mother wiped away her tears and rushed to the bedside. "Son, look, Qin Weijin has come to see you."
Yang Ting moved his eyes with difficulty, saw Qin Weijin clearly, and became excited and breathless in an instant.
Qin Weijin walked over and gently patted his shoulder. "Don't get excited. You can't speak yet. Rest well. When you can speak, come find me anytime."
Yang Ting blinked slowly twice, his eyes slightly moist.
The sound of high heels approached from afar. Yang Lian arrived late, calling out twice before even entering the door, "Brother, brother."
"Brother, you're finally awake." She glanced at the bed, then looked at Qin Weijin's face. "Brother Weijin, you're here too."
Qin Weijin nodded without looking at him. "Yang Ting just woke up, so I won't disturb your family reunion. I'll go talk to the doctor about the follow-up rehabilitation plan."
The Yang family members nodded repeatedly.
Yang Lian glanced at her brother on the hospital bed, then at Qin Weijin's retreating figure, stamped her foot, gritted her teeth, and chased after him, calling out, "Brother Weijin."
Qin Weijin had just stepped out the door when he turned around. "What is it?"
Although Qin Weijin still spoke in the same distant tone, there was an inexplicable intimacy between him and Mo Ningzhi when they stood together. It was as if if she didn't seize this last chance, she would find it difficult to even see Qin Weijin again.
"My brother has woken up. Will you see me again?" Yang Lian asked softly.
"You are an artist under the studio. If necessary, I will have Zhan Linzhou contact you." Qin Weijin's voice was calm and businesslike, without any extra emotion.
Even though Yang Lian already knew the outcome, she couldn't help but feel disappointed. "What about in private?"
Qin Weijin glanced at her, showing no mercy, "It's better not to see her."
Yang Lian's eyes immediately reddened.
Mo Ningzhi clicked his tongue twice in his heart. Before he could watch the excitement for long, Qin Weijin grabbed him and left. Yang Lian stood dejectedly at the door of the ward, as if he had suffered a great blow.
"So cruel, aren't you afraid she'll never recover and won't earn money for you anymore?" Mo Ningzhi asked Qin Weijin, tilting her head in the elevator.
That was a very provocative question. Qin Weijin glanced at him and said, "The value she has created now has exceeded what I invested in her back then. I'm not at a loss."
Although Yang Lian's emotional intelligence is questionable, her acting skills are quite commendable, and she has played several significant roles. If she doesn't make any mistakes in the future and continues to develop her career, winning several awards is not out of the question.
Mo Ningzhi was taken aback by his business acumen. Just then, the elevator arrived at the first floor. Mo Ningzhi looked up, her expression turning somewhat surprised. She grabbed Qin Weijin and pulled him away, saying, "There are reporters."
Qin Weijin had obviously noticed the group of people in the hall with recording equipment and cameras. He silently lowered his head and, using the passing crowd as cover, he and Mo Ningzhi avoided them.
Almost immediately after they stepped out of the elevator, reporters swarmed in.
Mo Ningzhi watched the elevator ascend floor by floor, then stop at a familiar floor. "Do many people know about Yang Ting's matter?"
“We’ve already sealed them off, but we can’t hide it anymore. I’ve sent Zhan Linzhou over to handle this. Let’s go back first. This is a hospital; security guards will stop them,” Qin Weijin said.
Mo Ningzhi nodded.
Fortunately, the news coming from the hospital attracted the attention of reporters. When Mo Ningzhi and Qin Weijin returned home, they didn't find any reporters downstairs. They probably all went to the hospital to wait for a big news story.
After entering the elevator, Mo Ningzhi opened Weibo to check the trending topics. "Sure enough, you're trending. Your relationship with Yang Ting from a few years ago and the accident have been dug up. Everyone is praising you for not being ungrateful and for taking care of his family day after day for years. However, you're not ranked high yet, but with your current exposure, you'll probably be on the list in half an hour."
Qin Weijin was not surprised at all, staring at the changing numbers on the top of the elevator, "This should be Zhan Linzhou's doing."
Mo Ningzhi was surprised for a few seconds, then slowly nodded: "Manager Zhan is indeed a top-notch manager."
He scrolled through the comments for a while, then the elevator doors opened. Mo Ningzhi followed Qin Weijin with her head down until the keypad lock opened and she stepped into the house. She noticed that the cabinet in the entryway was a different color, and then she looked up and asked, "Why are we at your house?"
Qin Weijin casually placed his sunglasses and mask on the entryway cabinet, saying, "Take some clean clothes."
Mo Ningzhi nodded.
Qin Weijin's house didn't feel empty at all; the air was fresh, and there was no dust on the furniture. Except for the fact that the owner wasn't home, everything was in perfect order.
Mo Ningzhi sat down on the sofa.
Qin Weijin's voice came from the master bedroom, "Ning Zhi, come in for a moment."
The master bedroom here is larger than Mo Ningzhi's, and has better natural light; the shimmering lake surface makes the curtains sparkle.
"What are you doing?"
Qin Weijin squatted by the bedside. There was a built-in safe in the wall next to him. He entered the password, verified his fingerprint, and the door popped open.
Mo Ningzhi sat down on the edge of the bed. "What are you doing?"
Qin Weijin glanced at it and said, "This contains part of my wealth."
Mo Ningzhi paused for a moment, then understood: Qin Weijin was showing off his wealth.
"Oh, so?"
Qin Weijin placed a key in his hand, saying, "It's yours now."
Although the items weren't taken out, Mo Ningzhi glanced at them and immediately noticed several property deeds, investment contracts, gold, jewelry, and other valuables, all gleaming and eye-catching: "Why suddenly... I don't lack money."
"I was thinking of giving it to you a few days ago," Qin Weijin said. "It's not too late now."
Mo Ningzhi casually picked up a few property deeds and flipped through them. Everyone knows that buying a house is equivalent to investing. The properties Qin Weijin bought are all in good locations, so whether they are rented out or sold in the future, they won't lose money. Mo Ningzhi raised her eyelashes slightly and asked, "Are you trying to return that hush money to me?"
He raised his chin. "Isn't that too much?"
“You can use the extra portion as a betrothal gift,” Qin Weijin said, raising an eyebrow.
That's a bit like flirting. But Mo Ningzhi's heart still skipped a beat. He propped himself up on the mattress and looked up at Qin Weijin, "Stop taking advantage. If anyone's going to marry, it'll be me marrying you."
Mo Ningzhi always liked to gain the upper hand verbally, but Qin Weijin didn't argue about it and nodded, "Then these will be considered part of the dowry."
"..."
"I'll have Zhan Linzhou calculate the rest and send them to you together."
Mo Ningzhi's lips twitched: "Give it all to me? Aren't you afraid I'll squander it all?"
"I will work hard to earn money to support the family, you can just keep spending."
Qin Weijin's words were clear, and Mo Ningzhi understood. The room was quiet, and he seemed to hear the two people's heartbeats in sync.
"Okay, I'll keep it for you for now."
Qin Weijin chuckled softly. As long as he accepted it, that was enough. He lowered his eyes, as if his entire being was melting into Mo Ningzhi's gaze. Mo Ningzhi looked up at him with unusual focus. Qin Weijin's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he lowered his head to kiss him.
At first, it was just a brief dabble, but the topic they had just discussed gave them endless room for imagination. Qin Weijin and Mo Ningzhi were both somewhat engrossed in it. When they came to their senses, Qin Weijin's fingertip was already pressed on Mo Ningzhi's lower abdomen.
Mo Ningzhi grabbed the hand under her clothes, her eyes glistening with tears, her breath coming in short gasps: "Brother Jin, what are you doing?"
"Don't you understand?" Qin Weijin lowered his head and kissed him. "Accepting a dowry comes at a price."
"..."
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