Mei Ziqi heard her cry, but still did not respond.
This situation had exceeded his capacity, and he needed to think carefully.
Given his family's circumstances, it was impossible for them to gather so much money.
Even if he scraped and borrowed, it wouldn't exceed fifty thousand yuan, which was far too little for two million.
He had to think if there were other ways, he had to think hard.
After shouting loudly, Fang Huiran merely vented her anger.
Given Mei Ziqi's family background, upon hearing the amount, he would surely choose to flee.
It was right for Xiao Ying to leave him without contacting him; such a person was truly not worth it.
Fang Huiran had met Mei Ziqi without informing Zhao Xiaoying.
If Xiao Ying saw Mei Ziqi leave like this in person, how heartbroken would she be?
When a woman needs a man's help the most, and only receives such an answer, how helpless would she feel?
Unable to consider this relationship that had already declared itself over, Fang Huiran felt a sense of weakness and needed to go back and rest quickly.
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Zhao Xiaoying had also been trying to raise money everywhere.
Although the opportunities were few, she could still find some decent friends who would help her with ten or twenty thousand yuan.
In total, she had only managed to raise three hundred and fifty thousand yuan, which was still a long way from two million.
If absolutely necessary, she would have to sell her family home.
This house was bought by her father, using almost half of his life's savings, and the name on the deed was hers.
Growing up, her father had always taken care of her.
Although she could be willful, at twenty-something, she had the ability to discern right from wrong and could deeply understand how difficult her father had lived all these years.
Especially now that he was in danger, she truly understood the warmth and coldness of human relationships in the world and knew who was worth cherishing. Therefore, no matter what, she had to save him.
Although some people advised her not to sell the house, to have a place to stay later, the amount was too large, and she couldn't possibly raise it in a short period.
Just as she was feeling desperate, she saw a message from Fang Huiran: "Xiao Ying, I've raised 700,000 for you, come to my place quickly!"
Zhao Xiaoying was overjoyed. Although it wasn't enough, it was a lot.
With this, as long as the house was sold, the money would not be a problem.
However, the house had been listed online for three days, and no one had inquired.
With no time to consider these things, Zhao Xiaoying took a bus to Fang Huiran's rented place.
She no longer considered taking a taxi; she would go in the most economical way possible.
The Huiguan District of Xiaodong, located in the suburbs of Sandong City, had cheaper rent, and many recent university graduates chose to live there.
Zhao Xiaoying had visited a few times before and, although she had advised Fang Huiran to move elsewhere, her suggestions were always rejected.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
After knocking, Zhao Xiaoying waited outside the door.
"Is that Xiao Ying? Wait a moment!"
Fang Huiran's voice came from inside, but it was soft, sounding a bit weak.
"Yes, Ranran, it's me, open the door."
Zhao Xiaoying said, standing at the door.
One minute passed, and the door did not open.
...
Three minutes passed, and the door still hadn't opened.
"Ranran, what's wrong?" Zhao Xiaoying asked worriedly, feeling a bad premonition.
"Nothing, nothing. I'm putting on clothes, wait for me."
Although her voice was low, it was continuous, and Zhao Xiaoying thought she was overthinking.
However, another five minutes passed before the door slowly opened.
"Come in!"
As soon as she opened the door, Fang Huiran said. Su Dan Novel Network.
But the moment Zhao Xiaoying saw Fang Huiran, she was startled.
"Ranran, you, why is your complexion so bad?"
Zhao Xiaoying said, quickly stepping forward to help her.
"Huh? Really? Maybe I didn't sleep well last night. I just feel like sleeping today." Fang Huiran had been lying in bed since she returned and hadn't looked in the mirror, so she didn't know how pale she was.
Only Zhao Xiaoying saw her complexion, ashen and pale.
Although Zhao Xiaoying was supporting her, Fang Huiran still walked very slowly, like a seventy or eighty-year-old woman.
Staggering, her body felt light and floaty.
Fang Huiran took a couple of steps and still felt weak, wanting to sleep.
"You, you sit down!"
She gestured for Zhao Xiaoying to sit on a chair, while she herself quickly closed the door.
It was a small studio apartment, not large, with a separate bathroom and kitchen.
Zhao Xiaoying first helped Fang Huiran to the bed before sitting down on a nearby chair.
"Do you have a cold?"
Zhao Xiaoying asked.
"No, no. I'm not coughing, nor am I running a nose. Everything feels normal. Touch me if you don't believe me!"
As soon as Fang Huiran finished speaking, Zhao Xiaoying, who had just sat down, lifted herself up again.
She reached out and touched Fang Huiran's forehead; it was cold, no fever.
Looking at her nose again, there was indeed no runny nose.
"Hahaha, see? I told you, I just feel like I didn't sleep well last night and I'm extremely tired. Don't worry."
While comforting her, Fang Huiran also shared some good news: she had obtained 700,000 yuan.
If Zhao Xiaoying could sell some more lucky fruits, they would almost have the 2 million.
Zhao Xiaoying expressed her plan to sell the house, but Fang Huiran strongly opposed it.
As a young person drifting and working in Sandong City, she knew too well the hardship of not having a home.
Therefore, Fang Huiran was the first to object to Zhao Xiaoying selling her house.
Moreover, now that the lucky fruits could be sold, the house could be kept, providing at least a basic security for their future life.
Although she didn't know how the lucky fruits came about, they could be exchanged for money and help her out of her predicament. If not now, then when?
Fang Huiran explained these reasons softly to Zhao Xiaoying.
Women are strange; their best friends' words are truth. As long as it's from a best friend or someone they trust, they believe it.
However, if it's from their boyfriend or husband, they are very likely to refuse.
It's as if they are natural enemies.
This is why Fang Huiran's words were taken seriously by Zhao Xiaoying, while she instinctively resisted whatever Mei Ziqi said.
Fang Huiran mentioned retrieving the lucky fruits, which Zhao Xiaoying also found feasible.
That way, her family home could be kept, and when her father returned, they would have a place to live.
As they talked, Fang Huiran unconsciously lay down on the bed.
Zhao Xiaoying initially didn't pay much attention. Fang Huiran said she was tired, so lying in bed was understandable.
But during the conversation, Fang Huiran felt thirsty and wanted water.
Zhao Xiaoying quickly poured her a glass of water. Just as she was about to hand it to her, Fang Huiran, while trying to sit up, lost her balance and fell to the ground.
Startled, Zhao Xiaoying screamed:
"Ranran, what's wrong? What's wrong? Woo woo~~"