Chapter 82: Chapter 82
"Help me prepare five one-yuan coins, and one five-yuan, ten-yuan, twenty-yuan, fifty-yuan bill." Shen Jue paused for a few seconds as he spoke.
With such thorough preparation, there’s no way Rong Qingqing will have another chance to toy with him.
"That’s all." Shen Jue’s expression was somewhat pleased.
Now, he’s actually looking forward to Rong Qingqing mischievously pushing him to go for a walk after dinner, and then he’ll give her cash for as much as she asks right in front of her, just waiting to see her disheartened and displeased face.
"Huh? Oh~" Lin Bufan was confused for a moment, thinking there would be hundreds of thousands in cash, but didn’t expect the boss just wanted a bunch of loose change.
"Who uses cash nowadays?" Lin Bufan muttered as he turned to leave.
Probably worried that staying longer would lead to a bonus deduction due to excessive chatter, Lin Bufan practically ran off like his feet were greased.
In the hospital far away in S City.
Rong Kuo left home early in the morning and, as usual, went to the hospital to keep his sister, who had become a coma patient, company.
The doctor told Rong Kuo that Rong Qingqing herself hadn’t shown any survival instincts, which made waking up very difficult.
Rong Kuo didn’t believe it.
He had researched a lot of cases, where many coma patients were awakened by their relatives or loved ones.
His sister only has him left in the world; if even he gave up on her, then truly no one could save her.
Rong Kuo was even more skeptical about the doctor’s statement that Rong Qingqing had no survival instincts.
Rong Kuo actually thought the doctor’s skills were questionable. Others might not understand, but he certainly knew his sister whom he’s been with through thick and thin.
Both siblings had suffered their way through life, who wouldn’t struggle to survive if they could?
Moreover, their circumstances have improved, they’ve both made it through, Rong Qingqing has mentioned more than once that life is enjoyable, so it made no sense for Rong Kuo to believe that out of the blue, without heartbreak or anything, she’d lose her will to survive.
Rong Kuo arrived at Rong Qingqing’s ward and, as usual, read to her from books she liked, then sat next to her, opened his laptop, planning to work while keeping her company.
Rong Kuo’s assistant Zhang Rui arrived half an hour later from the company, and since Rong Kuo hardly ever went to the office in the mornings after Rong Qingqing’s accident, Zhang Rui brought over the important files from the company.
"Mr. Rong." Zhang Rui tiptoed in and handed over a few documents, "These are today’s urgent files."
After speaking, Zhang Rui whispered, "I’ve heard some of the company’s shareholders are complaining about you neglecting the company’s matters to stay at the hospital."
"Ignore them." Rong Kuo would have cared long ago if he did.
"These people have no conscience; Young President Rong has brought tremendous benefits to the company over the years, hasn’t Young President Rong’s annual profits entered their pockets? Now that Young President Rong has had an accident, they are all jumping as if they were about to come to the hospital and directly accuse Young President Rong of dragging the company down."
As Zhang Rui continued, he got angrier, "Their conscience has been eaten by dogs."
"Don’t blame the dogs; dogs don’t eat wicked hearts." Rong Kuo lightly mocked and opened his laptop, and said to Zhang Rui, "Head back to the company and keep an eye on things. I’ll return to the company this afternoon."
Zhang Rui responded affirmatively, then said to the person on the hospital bed, "Young President Rong, I’m heading back to the company, I’ll visit you again tomorrow."
Only then did he leave the ward.
After opening the laptop, Rong Kuo’s first task was logging into his email, accessing his work email first, and after finishing work, he casually logged into his personal email.