A Zhong wandered the hallway for a long time.
It wasn't until Zhou Jinxiu left the ward that he entered to find Jiang Nanfang with the bill.
He couldn't bring himself to say it.
For the president of a listed company to send his ex-wife to the hospital and still need to pay for medicine and fees...
But what could he do? He had spent over ten thousand yuan in one night.
It was nothing to Zhan Beijue, but for someone like A Zhong, who handed over every penny of his salary to his girlfriend, it was a huge sum.
Alas, he was willing but unable to help Jiang Nanfang.
"Engineer Jiang, President Zhan paid your medical expenses last night. Here's the bill, please take a look."
Jiang Nanfang took the bill and glanced at it.
Zhan Beijue was quite willing to spend money, spending over ten thousand yuan on her in one night.
She felt Zhan Beijue had done a good job, but she didn't admit it.
"I work for Zhan Shi, so it's only right for him to send me to the hospital. Why are you showing me the bill? And making me reimburse him?"
Her words hit the mark.
As soon as Jiang Nanfang finished speaking, A Zhong's face instantly turned red.
It was meant to be a joke, but after she said it and saw A Zhong's expression.
Jiang Nanfang couldn't laugh anymore.
"...No way, I actually guessed correctly? He sent you to ask me for the medical fees?"
That dog man.
She had worked hard to solve such a big problem for him, and if it weren't for him, she wouldn't have gotten sick, yet he...
"Since he's so short on money for his coffin, then I'll give it to him. I'll round it up, and the extra will be for attending his funeral."
Jiang Nanfang gritted her teeth and transferred twenty thousand yuan to A Zhong.
On the Zhou family's side, after listening to Zhou Jinbei's explanation, Zhou Jinxiu became even more depressed.
"The person you drugged that night was actually her and Zhan Beijue? Why didn't you say so earlier!"
Zhou Jinbei replied, "You didn't ask, and why would I say something like that out of the blue?"
"I think even without that incident, her relationship with second brother wasn't ordinary. Didn't you see how second brother looked at her... They even went to Disneyland together a while ago. I saw them on someone else's account."
He had suspected for a long time that their relationship was more than just a simple superior-subordinate one, but he hadn't expected it to be a romantic relationship.
Jiang Nanfang was actually carrying Zhan Beijue's child, this...
The great Zhan Beijue, who presented himself as a loving father and an elite figure in front of everyone every day, turned out to be a scoundrel who didn't acknowledge women after sleeping with them!
And he even forced her to leave! She finally saw through him.
At this moment, Zhou Jinxiu regretted his own inadequacy and inability to contend with him.
Otherwise, he would definitely teach this scumbag a lesson for Jiang Nanfang!
"Go away, go away, go play by yourself. Don't talk to me anymore. You're so annoying."
Zhou Jinxiu pushed his sister away and, feeling agitated, went downstairs again.
Although his disreputable friends were unreliable, they were the only ones he could turn to when he was upset.
Zhou Jinxiu arranged to meet people at a clubhouse. They ate, drank, and had fun. As night fell, they moved to a bar to drown their sorrows.
After Jiang Nanfang completed the transfer, A Zhong immediately took a screenshot and showed it to Zhan Beijue.
"President Zhan, the medical fees have been collected. Please take a look."
Looking at the screenshot he sent, Zhan Beijue could guess that Jiang Nanfang was angry with his toes.
Was she sending him extra money to insult him? Hah!
By rights, in this round of struggle, Zhan Beijue had won both career and money, a complete victory.
But at this moment, he felt no sense of accomplishment.
Sitting alone in the vast office, he became increasingly restless.
He hadn't seen Lu Mingzhe in a long time, so he sent him a message to meet up.
However, Lu Mingzhe wasn't as free as he was.
"I'm busy now. My schedule is packed this afternoon. Let's go to a bar tonight. I haven't relaxed in a long time either."
Thus, at the end of work, Zhan Beijue drove to the bar.
Still in the VIP booth upstairs, the Lu brothers and Zhan Beijue sat opposite each other.
Seeing that Zhan Beijue was alone today and his aura was particularly gloomy, Lu Mingzhe joked with him.
"Didn't you get back together with that person? Why didn't you bring her today? Your expression is off. Did you have a fight with someone?"
Zhan Beijue shot him a sideways glance.
"Mind your own business. Your mouth is itching, and your gossip addiction is acting up again, isn't it?"
"I'm just concerned about you, aren't I? Besides you, have I ever been so gossipy with anyone? People have to beg me and pay me for my time to hear their privacy."
"Then should I thank you?"
Zhan Beijue, with a cold expression, handed him his wine glass.
Lu Mingzhe refilled it for him. "Dare not, dare not. I wouldn't dare take money from anyone but you, President Zhan."
"Tell me. What's wrong? Why did you ask me out today?"
Zhan Beijue disliked sharing personal matters with others, and he was about to say a few perfunctory words to brush it off.
His gaze suddenly swept downstairs, to the main seat in the center of the sofa area, where Zhou Jinxiu was.
He didn't know how long he had been there, but he looked completely unrestrained.
Only the top button of his shirt was fastened, one hand holding a cigarette, the other holding a wine bottle, and two beauties tucked under his armpits.
A group of people around him were cheering him on, a scene of great merriment.
Didn't his father lock him up? Was he released so quickly?
Zhan Beijue frowned, thinking.
Jiang Nanfang had just undergone surgery for him and was still lying in the hospital. Instead of accompanying his girlfriend, he was here drinking.
Such a scumbag, it was hard to imagine how blind Jiang Nanfang was to fall for him.
He tilted his chin towards downstairs and asked Lu Qingxu.
"When did he get here?"
Zhou Jinxiu's seat was too conspicuous, directly facing them.
Lu Qingxu knew Zhan Beijue was referring to him.
"He's been here for a while. It's said to be his second round. My friend is quite drunk today."
"Has he been here every day recently?"
"Not really. He hasn't been here for several days. What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, I just don't like looking at him." Zhan Beijue withdrew his gaze.
"Since he loves drinking so much and has so much money, sell him more alcohol. No discounts allowed. Let Young Master Zhou take good care of our business."
Lu Qingxu immediately smiled. "Hey, you're such a good brother..."
Zhan Beijue glanced at him. Seeing his displeased expression, Lu Qingxu quickly changed his tune.
"You're a great brother. Someone needs to educate him. I'll go personally deliver two boxes of wine to him."
Zhan Beijue watched as Lu Qingxu personally went downstairs.
There was a commotion in the crowd, and Zhou Jinxiu's gaze shifted over.
Seeing Zhan Beijue looking at him with a look of indifference, Zhou Jinxiu, who already hated him immensely, was emboldened by the alcohol.
A surge of hot blood caused him to push away the woman next to him and suddenly stand up, grabbing a wine bottle.
"It's been a long time since I've seen my second brother. Since we've met, shouldn't I offer him a few drinks! Let me go up and say a few words to him!"
He was so drunk he couldn't even stand steady, and his tongue was slurred.
Lu Qingxu helped him up to the second floor.
He hadn't expected this scoundrel to dare to come before him.
Zhan Beijue, with his legs crossed, watched him as he walked step by step towards him.
"Second brother, long time no see."
Do you think I'm happy to see a scumbag like you?
Zhan Beijue stared at him expressionlessly, not moving at all.
Those who knew them were cousins, but those who didn't would think they were strangers, given how much Zhan Beijue looked down on him.
Zhou Jinxiu hated seeing him like this the most.
Always appearing aloof and indifferent to others.
So what if his family had some money, what was there to be so proud of!
"Why aren't you talking? Are you deaf or mute? I'm talking to you!"
Shaking off Lu Qingxu's hand, Zhou Jinxiu suddenly became angry.
He walked to the low table and kicked it with a bang.