Chapter 20
Fu Yanzhi's tall figure appeared under the incandescent light of the corridor, holding a bunch of white tulips in his hands.
"I just happened to pass by a flower shop and bought these." His tone was a little stiff as he handed over the flowers, his gaze shifting somewhat unnaturally elsewhere.
"Shuyi didn't do it on purpose today, so please don't take it to heart. I apologize to you on her behalf."
Wen Chuqing silently accepted the flowers. The cool fragrance of the flowers filled her nostrils. If it were before, she would definitely have felt her heart race at this tenderness.
At this moment, she only felt that the fragrance of the flowers was cloying and suffocating. Moreover, she wanted to ask him in what capacity he was apologizing on behalf of Qin Shuyi, but she didn't ask. She just looked up at Fu Yanzhi without saying a word, just quietly watching him.
Fu Yanzhi seemed somewhat flustered by her unusual silence. He shifted his gaze to the hospital bed in the ward and asked:
“My family has also invested in this hospital. Should I talk to the higher-ups about changing Grandma’s ward?”
Wen Chuqing lowered her eyes and shook her head. She thought that if this had happened to Qin Shuyi, Fu Yanzhi would definitely not have asked any questions, but would have done it for her directly. Just like Ming Hua did not ask any questions, but directly applied for an upgrade of her medical team and waived all the expenses as much as possible.
"No need, Minghua has already upgraded it for me."
Fu Yanzhi's confident expression cracked slightly. It was Jiang Minghua again. Fu Yanzhi thought to himself, "She's everywhere." But he still maintained his gentlemanly demeanor.
"It seems you two really are good friends. Well then, you should get some rest."
Fu Yanzhi's departing figure appeared somewhat hurried.
Closing the door, Wen Chuqing looked at the vibrant flowers in her arms, but felt no joy. She took out her phone and hesitantly typed, "Minghua, he just came to apologize and brought flowers. Should I forgive him?"
Jiang Minghua replied quickly:
"Forgive him? Fine. Make him apologize with money. Compensation for emotional distress, lost wages—after all, you gave up so many part-time jobs to date him—and compensation for your youth, according to the standards of the eldest son of the Fu family. Once the money is in his account, then we can consider whether to give him a good face. Remember, an apology without words is the least valuable."
Wen Chuqing stared at the screen, stunned. Money? This was unimaginable in her past understanding. But upon reflection, the inexplicable grievance in her heart seemed to truly need something more tangible to soothe it.
You can't learn something just by being taught, but you can learn something quickly by experiencing it. Wen Chuqing thought of the 100,000 yuan that Jiang Minghua had fought for for her. At the time, she thought Jiang Minghua was being unreasonable, but now she realized that some feelings are really worthless.
Wen Chuqing picked up her phone, opened Fu Yanzhi's chat interface, and sent a message:
“I can forgive her, but you have to compensate me for emotional distress. After all, I was pushed into the water in front of everyone, and an apology is not enough.”
The moment she pressed the send button, Wen Chuqing instinctively held her breath.
The phone screen cast a cold, white light in the dimly lit hospital room, illuminating her still somewhat pale face. Outside the window, moonlight filtered through the gaps in the slightly ajar curtains, casting a blurry shadow on her quiet profile.
Her gaze was fixed on the top of the dialog box.
"The other party is typing..."
The text appeared, remained for a few seconds, and then disappeared. After a moment of silence, it stubbornly reappeared, repeating itself endlessly, clearly revealing the astonishment and hesitation of the man on the other side of the screen.
She could imagine Fu Yanzhi's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes filled with disbelief. He probably never imagined that Wen Chuqing, who was always gentle, considerate, and understanding, would so bluntly demand monetary compensation.
Finally, the phone vibrated crisply.
Fu Yanzhi transferred 100,000 yuan as before. Wen Chuqing accepted it almost without hesitation.
He quickly followed up with a cute cat emoji with the text "Then I forgive you," lightly brushing aside the fear of falling into the water that night, Qin Shuyi's arrogance, and his own somewhat cheap apology.
After doing all this, she placed her phone on the bedside table. At first, her heart was beating very fast, but after a few breaths, she calmed down considerably.
She suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of ease.
It turns out that it's so easy to discard those unrealistic fantasies and just talk about clearly priced compensation for losses.
There's no need to guess his intentions anymore, no need to worry about whether the effort and reward are equal, and no need to feel secretly sad for the other people around him.
Minghua is right. Nothing is more real than money in your hand. It can buy peace of mind, money for Grandma's medical expenses, and also money for her to become clear-headed and grow.
This fall into the water extinguished her last unrealistic fantasies about Fu Yanzhi, and in her disheveled state, she grasped the survival rules of the adult world. She let out a soft sigh, exhaling all the grievances, forbearance, and confusion of the past.
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