Date: September 5th.
Exactly one week has passed since today.
Because today is Monday, it's when Han Yu is supposed to transfer the money. However, there are many things going on at the precinct today, and she hasn't had time to make the transfer.
Han Yu took out his phone, added "Devil" on WeChat, took a few photos of their chat history, and then placed the phone on the table.
A moment later, Cheng Xiaorui returned and walked up to Han Yu: "I'm all better now. I need to go back to class. You should hurry and get busy. Don't worry about me."
"Okay, go ahead."
Han Yu nodded slightly, "It's good that you're alright. I need to get back to the precinct too."
He stood up, walked around Cheng Xiaorui, and left directly.
Han Yu gives Cheng Xiaorui seven hundred yuan for living expenses every week. For the consumption levels at Lancheng High School, this amount is more than enough.
Moreover, he has the teachers' contact information and the class group. For fees like material costs, they are directly notified in the group.
He also transfers money directly to the teachers.
Han Yu knows about Cheng Xiaorui's family situation and worries that giving her too much money might lead her astray, so he calculated the amount carefully.
Seven hundred yuan. If she saves a little each week, she can set aside three hundred yuan.
So where did that three thousand yuan come from?
That afternoon, a police car appeared at Lancheng No. 1 High School, and the school bully from next door to Cheng Xiaorui was taken away.
The next day, the news about the school bully spread throughout Lancheng and even made it onto the campus forum.
It was also on this day that everyone learned the school bully had transferred schools.
Cheng Xiaorui was solely focused on her studies and was unaware of these events.
However, strangely, from that day on, Han Yu would visit her every two or three days.
...
Meanwhile, after Meng Jingwei and Qing Muyue obtained their marriage certificate, she immediately returned to the hospital and back to the ward to continue her pregnancy care.
Meng Jingwei lay on the bed, bored: "I'm so bored. I want to go home."
"No. Your situation is special. You must lie in bed and rest well."
"I can lie down at home too."
Meng Jingwei looked at Qing Muyue with pleading eyes, acting cute.
Qing Muyue understood Meng Jingwei's personality. He knew she was already tired of being confined and was on the verge of going crazy.
However, he was afraid that the medical equipment at home would not be sufficient to handle her condition.
After much deliberation, he said, "It's not impossible to go home. But you have to come back to the mansion with me."
The 'mansion' he referred to was that ultra-luxurious private villa, a villa as grand as a castle.
"Ah?"
Meng Jingwei's face fell, and she shook her head, "But I still want to go back to Ye Se Apartment."
Ye Se Apartment wasn't large, but the two had been living there since they met.
Meng Jingwei had deep feelings for the place, finding it incredibly warm and more like home.
"Then just lie here obediently."
If they lived in the mansion, Qing Muyue could arrange for professional doctors to be on standby and purchase medical equipment on short notice for emergencies.
However, Ye Se Apartment was too small and could not accommodate such arrangements.
"Hmph, this is so boring."
Meng Jingwei felt extremely bored, let out an arrogant cold snort, turned her head, and stopped paying attention to Qing Muyue.
Just then, the phone on the table rang.
She lay lazily on her side, reached out to touch the phone, and glanced at the screen. It was Lin Meng calling.
"Lin Meng?"
"Weiwei, you're too much. You and Mr. Qing got married, and you didn't even tell us. Do you still consider me a friend?"
On the other end of the phone, Lin Meng retorted with displeasure.
"Ah? What... When did you find out?"
Meng Jingwei was a bit surprised, not understanding how Lin Meng knew about her marriage to Qing Muyue.
"It's all over the hot search, of course. It's been on the news. Our company is in an uproar, so of course I know."