"What kind of help?"
Lin Congzhi said directly, "I want you to donate some bone marrow."
"You have leukemia?"
Shen Ruoxuan was taken aback because she had a relative suffering from leukemia, which was a recent development. Therefore, when she heard Lin Congzhi ask her to donate bone marrow, she immediately thought of this.
This can't be kept secret, because bone marrow donation surgery requires the patient and donor to be together.
Therefore, Lin Congzhi chose to be frank: "It was Jiang Yimei."
"Jiang Yimei?" Shen Ruoxuan's lips curled up, and he asked sarcastically, "She's about to get married, why are you still so interested?"
Lin Congzhi disgusted her; Shen Ruoxuan would never be with someone who couldn't forget his ex.
Lin Congzhi explained, "She broke up with her boyfriend."
Shen Ruoxuan sneered, "She really is a scumbag."
With his fists clenched and his legs braced, Lin Congzhi was filled with anger; however, since he needed someone's help, he had to calm himself down.
After thinking it over rationally, he calmly replied, "I have a rather unusual taste; I like bad girls."
These words completely enraged Shen Ruoxuan: "Lin Congzhi, if you want to be a pervert, who do you want to disgust? I won't stop you, but please don't disgust me."
“Okay, as long as you’re willing to help me with this, I’ll never disgust you,” Lin Congzhi replied.
Shen Ruoxuan didn't mince words: "Dream on, there's no way I'd donate bone marrow to her."
Lin Congzhi lowered himself and pleaded, "Can I beg you?"
"Who are you? What are you worth? You think too highly of yourself."
Shen Ruoxuan glared at him, her face full of disdain.
She disliked Jiang Yimei, partly because of Jiang Yimei's behavior.
She believes that those who put their faces up to her are just like the withered flowers on TV, and are incomparable to her.
Since they weren't going to talk about their friendship, Lin Congzhi got tired of pleading and took a business approach: "Why don't you name a price?"
"Name your price?" Shen Ruoxuan asked, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.
Lin Congzhi is just a secretary, and his salary is even lower than hers. Can he afford the price she asks for?
"Can you afford the price I'm offering?"
Lin Congzhi dared not make any boastful claims: "As long as it is within my ability, I will definitely be able to afford it."
Since Lin Congzhi is so tactless and insists on helping that scumbag woman, Shen Ruoxuan will humiliate him and see how embarrassed he becomes: "I want a hundred million, can you afford it?"
Lin Congzhi smiled, relieved: "No problem."
He can afford to pay as long as the amount isn't too large; but if it's hundreds of billions, he'll have some difficulty.
The answer was so straightforward that it greatly surprised Shen Ruoxuan: "Lin Congzhi, it's one hundred million, not ten thousand."
“I know, it’s 100 million Chinese dollars,” Lin Congzhi replied casually.
Shen Ruoxuan couldn't help but ask, "You have that much money?"
“You don’t need to worry about whether I have that much money or not. As long as you donate bone marrow, I will pay for it,” Lin Congzhi replied.
Shen Ruoxuan still didn't believe it.
Helpless, Lin Congzhi had no choice but to take out the checks and pen he carried with him and write a check for 100 million to Shen Ruoxuan.
After taking the check, Shen Ruoxuan looked at it and then touched it.
The texture felt real to the touch; the writing format was correct, and Lin Congzhi's calm demeanor made the check seem genuine.
She frowned, wondering where Lin Congzhi got so much money.
"How do you, a mere secretary, have so much money?"
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