After being missing for five years, President Fu's eyes welled up with tears when they met agai

"It's time to transfer the money!"

The speaker was Wen Qingruan's grandmother.

Back then, Wen Qingruan's mother's knife wound didn't kill her father, but it left him with a lifelong disability, forcing him to spend the rest of his life with an intestinal ostomy bag.

In order to get her mother's sentence reduced, Wen Qingruan took on her father's medical expenses.

"Lolo hasn't been doing well lately, and I don't have that much money right now. Could you give me a few days to recover?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a series of offensive curses came from the other end of the phone.

"I told you long ago that that brat is a jinx, and your mother is a curse! You ungrateful wretch, yet you still insisted on saving them both!"

That damned girl should have died long ago! Why waste money on her!

I'm telling you, if you don't pay me today, I'll go to court tomorrow!

I'll make your mother pay with her life for my son!

Looking out at the pitch-black night, Wen Qingruan was so tired she could hardly breathe.

"I will transfer the money to you in a week. If he doesn't live to see the end of the week, then you can go to court and don't expect to get a single penny from me again."

After saying that, Wen Qingruan hung up the phone and pressed the power button.

It was late at night when Fu Yanci returned to the villa.

The servants had already gone to bed. He casually draped his coat over the sofa and stepped up the stairs.

Arriving at the room next to the master bedroom, he slowed his pace and gently pushed open the door. In the moonlight, he could vaguely see a bulge on the bed.

Fu Yanci tiptoed over, tucked the blanket around the child on the bed, and touched the child's forehead with her palm. She was relieved when she felt that the child's temperature was normal.

Perhaps because he was sick and couldn't sleep soundly, the child in bed woke up rubbing his head against the pillow and his eyes.

Upon seeing Fu Yanci, she softly called out, "Dad."

Fu Yanci gently patted the child, humming a nursery rhyme that seemed out of place with his demeanor.

He was adept at doing such things, after all, he had raised Fu Bao himself.

Looking at the sleeping child, Fu Yanci gently pinched his chubby little face before turning to leave the room.

He went to the study and sat at his desk all night. By the time the sky outside began to lighten, the ashtray on his desk was already full of cigarette butts.

Fu Yanci stubbed out his cigarette and got up to go to the gym.

Over the years, he has become accustomed to torturing his body to relieve his emotions.

The next morning, Wen Qingruan received the hospital bill.

After paying the fee, looking at the meager balance left, she pinched the bridge of her nose.

The alarm on her phone went off. She didn't have time to wallow in self-pity; it was time to go teach her students.

With her previous ballet skills and experience working at the National Ballet of China, she found a job as a private ballet instructor in Kyoto. The hourly rate wasn't low, since her students were all from well-off families.

However, these tuition fees are only enough for Luo Luo's daily medical and hospitalization expenses, which is far from enough to cover the cost of surgery.

After leaving the student's home, Wen Qingruan sat at the bus stop and waited.

Looking at the lit-up GG sign across the street, she suddenly remembered where she should look for Shen He.

Standing at the entrance of [Feifan], Wen Qingruan gave her name to the doorman.

Membership here is for life, and there are no more than one hundred members worldwide.

The entire sixth floor is booked by Fu Yanci and his brothers year-round. After all, these people have special identities, and if someone with ulterior motives were to film their partying, it would inevitably have an impact on their family.

Wen Qingruan had been with Fu Yanci for a long time, and for convenience, Fu Yanci got her a card to make it easier for her to come and go.

This is why Wen Qingruan was able to get in today.

Wen Qingruan arrived on the sixth floor. The familiar corridor, even the fragrance in the air, was the same as it had been years ago.

She turned around and looked at the reflection on the crystal wall. In her daze, she seemed to see the girl who had walked beside the man years ago.

She was young, beautiful, and her eyes shone with the radiance of love.

She wore a beautiful dress, nestled beside the man, kissed him, and embraced him...

Wen Qingruan raised her hand, wanting to touch the man in the mirror, whose eyes were full of tenderness and love.

The cold, hard touch on her fingertips brought Wen Qingruan back to reality.

Staring at the pale-faced woman on the wall, she remained stunned for a long time before slowly withdrawing her hand and walking forward.

Inside the private room, Shen He was playing billiards with a group of friends.

He was lucky today, clearing the table in one go. Several friends were urging him to bring out the few bottles of good wine they had stored there to celebrate.

Shen He was always generous. He waved to the waiter and asked him to bring over the few bottles of sake he had stored there.

Knowing that Fu Yanci had been in a bad mood these past few days, I gave him a call.

[Yanci-ge, haven't you always wanted to drink the Ottoman wine I left at Fenfan? Tonight I had a lucky draw, clearing the table in one go, so let's celebrate with some wine. Come join us!]

Fu Yanci, on the other end of the phone, glanced at the child beside him and said, "I'm not going. Fu Bao has a fever. I'll stay home with him. You guys have fun."

Shen He knew how much Fu Yanci valued Fu Bao; with the child sick, he certainly wouldn't be in the mood to come out.

"Alright! You take care of Fu Bao first. I'll save the wine for you, and I'll drink with you when you have time."

"Um."

Fu Yanci responded immediately.

A sweet, childlike voice came through the phone, "Is this Uncle Shen?"

Shen He immediately raised his voice, "It's me! Our little Fu Bao has a fever, poor thing. Uncle will bring you Lego next time, okay?"

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Shen."

Shen He was talking to Fu Bao on the phone when the door to the private room was pushed open.

Upon seeing the person following the waiter, Shen He called out.

"Wen Qingruan?"

The people in the private room were all close friends who had grown up together, and they had all heard of the name "Wen Qingruan". They all fell silent for a moment.

"Dad, I haven't finished talking to Uncle Shen yet..."

Fu Yanci's voice came through the receiver, "It's late, you should go to sleep."

By the time Shen He came to his senses, the call had already been disconnected.

He glanced at his phone, then looked towards the door, and got up to rush towards Wen Qingruan.

Everyone in the private room knew Shen He's temperament and, fearing he might do something impulsive, stepped forward to stop him.

Wen Qingruan was not surprised by Shen He's reaction.

She had made preparations before coming.

"Shen He, there's something I'd like to ask you for help with."

"I'll help your mom!"

Shen He's anger, which had just been suppressed by his friend, suddenly flared up again. He grabbed a wine glass from the table and threw it at Wen Qingruan.

Wen Qingruan did not dodge. The wine glass grazed her forehead and landed on the wall behind her. The glass shattered, and soon a bloody mark appeared on Wen Qingruan's face, which was particularly glaring on her fair skin.

Shen He looked at Wen Qingruan's face, exhaled, picked up the wine glass on the table, tilted his head back and drank it all, then smashed it behind him with another crisp sound.

The private room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Wen Qingruan looked at the shards of glass scattered all over the ground.

"Shen He, I know you hate me. If I hadn't been desperate, I wouldn't have come to you for help."

"For the sake of our past friendship, I'm begging you to help me this once."

Her voice trembled slightly.

As she said, she wouldn't have returned to Kyoto if it weren't for the good medical conditions there.

She knew, of course, how "shameless" it was to ask Shen He for help, but she had no other choice.

Lolo was lying there; money could save Lolo's life.

She had no choice!

Shen He gritted his teeth and endured it for a long time before finally suppressing his anger.

"friendship?"

He sneered.

What relationship do I have with you?

If it weren't for Brother Yanci, you wouldn't even be qualified to be here!

You want to talk to me about friendship?

"You and Yanci have a good relationship, you're practically confiding in each other! But how have you treated Yanci?!"