Lu Beichen saw Shen Congjun not far away, furrowed his brows, and carried Ji Niandong away.
His expression was extraordinarily cold, causing Shen Congjun's heart to tremble, but seeing things unfold as he had envisioned, a hint of joy arose in his heart.
The VIP elevator led directly to the hotel's luxurious presidential suite. Lu Beichen placed the person in his arms on the sofa, then irritably tugged at his tie.
Ji Niandong, seeing him like this, wiped her tears and moved back a step while sitting, her whole body exuding vigilance: "What are you going to do?"
Lu Beichen's hand paused, looking at the person in front of him, he sighed helplessly, sat opposite her, and lit a cigarette.
Ji Niandong realized at once that it was a misunderstanding on her part. She turned her head somewhat embarrassed, wiped her tears completely clean, then stood up and bowed to thank him: "Thank you for taking me away, I have something to do, I need to go first!"
The lavish presidential suite, a man and a woman alone in a room, the air was filled with a peculiar atmosphere, Ji Niandong's heart pounded with fear, traces of her crying still on her face, she looked at the man smoking on the sofa, waiting for him to speak.
The man leisurely exhaled smoke, flicked the cigarette with his index finger, the scarlet ash fell into the ashtray, turning dark in an instant, his actions smooth and elegant.
"Looking at your situation, Shen Congjun won't give you money, right? Desperate or just unwilling to marry me?" The man looked up at her, his eyes as dark as ink flickering with a different kind of light.
Ji Niandong tightly held the clutch bag in her hand, feeling uncomfortable in her rented outfit.
Indeed, she truly was at a dead end now!
Ji Niandong was silent for a few seconds, momentarily at a loss for how to respond.
Yes, at this moment, what reason or position did she have to refuse to marry the omnipotent man before her?
The phone in her bag rang timely, Ji Niandong reacted, turned her head and walked a few steps to the side, covering her ear with her hand as she answered the call, speaking in a low voice: "Hello?"
"Miss Ji, it's almost been two days, and you haven't paid the fee?" The assistant doctor's voice came from the other end of the line, "You know our hospital's beds are very tight, many patients are still queuing. Since you can't pay the money, we've already prepared the discharge procedures, come sign the paperwork and take your father home!"
"How can you discharge a patient without the family's consent?!" She no longer spoke politely, every cell in her body tensed with urgency, "I've said I'm raising money, as doctors, how can you send the patient back to wait for death?"
"We are doctors, but we are also normal people. We work overtime day and night because we can't bear to let people die, but we also need to eat! Miss Ji, we've been lenient with you, giving you so much time to raise the money." A cold snort came from the other side, "Isn't there a rich man interested in you? What, the old man enjoys you for free without paying, and you still can't pay the medical bills? Enough said, hurry up and take your father back!"
The call was quickly disconnected. Ji Niandong put away her phone and was about to leave when she stumbled and fell to the ground, twisting her ankle in her eight-centimeter stiletto heels, the pain rendering her unable to get up.
The man pressed his cigarette into the ashtray, swiftly got up and stood in front of her, but didn't help her up, just looked down at her intensely, "Still unwilling to be Mrs. Lu? Am I so undesirable that you'd rather not care about your father's fate than marry me?"