"It's precisely because of all the credit you've earned that I'm willing to split it with you. I endured the pain, I paid the price—this is rightfully mine. How can you, in good conscience, refuse to share it with me?"
This little wife of his, when she got serious, was nothing if not resolute.
He transferred half the amount into her account. Gu Lili was overjoyed. "I'm going to buy a house."
"…" Long Yubei asked, "What do you need so many houses for?"
"Why does your company need so many properties?" she shot him a sideways glance. "Long Group has an empire of commercial real estate—yet you keep building more. I want one in a prime location, and another in a high-end residential complex."
"Are you even going to live in them?"
"That's none of your business." Chin lifted high, she bolted upstairs with a skip in her step.
Long Yubei had no idea what she was up to this time.
After a while, she called Tang Qingli and headed out, while he made plans to stop by the office.
But just as he got into the car, an unfamiliar number flashed on his phone.
Seeing the strange number, he instinctively didn't want to answer.
But the call kept coming, again and again.
"Who is this?"
"Hello, is this Beibei? Do you know He Meiwei?"
"Yes…"
"She attempted suicide in my apartment. I've already taken her to the hospital. You'd better come."
"I'm neither her friend nor her family. Please call someone else."
"She only had your number in her phone—and it's been disconnected. I'm using my phone to call you. If you don't show up, I'll call the police. And when they get involved, they'll definitely ask about you—after all, you're the only person she seems to know."
Long Yubei felt a headache rise and reluctantly agreed to go.
When he arrived at the hospital, the landlord handed him He Meiwei's phone. "She can't stay in my place anymore—nearly scared me to death. Thankfully she survived, or I'd be cursed for life. I'll pack up her things and send them over to you later. Could you cover her rent?"
"Why should I pay? I already said—we're neither friends nor family."
"Well, if you won't pay, I'll have no choice but to hold her belongings as collateral. You can let her know that."
"How much?"
"Fifteen thousand."
"Send me your account info. I'll transfer it shortly."
The landlord emphasized again, "I'm not delivering anything until I see the money."
"Understood."
After she left, he headed to the ward.
He Meiwei's wrists had already been bandaged. She lay there pale and gaunt, her eyes tightly shut, her frame visibly thinner.
"Her medical bills haven't been settled yet. Please come with me," a nurse reminded him.
"Alright."
After paying her fees, Long Yubei returned to find her awake.
When she saw him, she turned her head away. "Why are you here?!"
"Your landlord called me. Said yours was the only number in your phone. I blocked you long ago. If she hadn't called me from her own phone, I wouldn't have come." His voice was calm, detached. "Tell me—was the transplant surgery you fought so hard for merely a step toward ending your life? If that's the case, why did you accept the donor in the first place? Wouldn't it have been better to leave it for someone who actually wants to live? At least it wouldn't have gone to waste."
She said nothing—just let the tears fall silently.
"Why did you do it?" he asked.