In the end, Qiao Wengang took one thousand yuan from home and left.
He went first to the hospital and headed straight to the payment counter. When he handed the money to the nurse, her expression turned complicated as she asked, “Sir, the patient currently still has a balance of 56,778 yuan. It should be more than enough through discharge. Do you still want to make the payment?”
Qiao Wengang picked at his ear, feeling as though he had misheard.
His monthly salary was around 200 yuan, yet his wife’s hospital account balance was actually 56,778 yuan?
He lowered his head to look at the 1,000 yuan in his hand—this was five months of his wages. He said solemnly, “That money was probably paid by my mother-in-law. Please make sure to use my payment. As for the other amount, please refund it to my mother-in-law when she’s discharged.”
After Qiao Wengang left, the nurses on duty whispered among themselves.
“My goodness, this patient really is blessed. We’ve been here for so many years and have seen countless people arguing over medical bills, refusing to pay. Who would’ve thought there’d still be someone like this…”
Inside the ward.
Both Shen Yunchu and Qiao Lihua were asleep.
Nan Linyi sat nearby, elegantly flipping through the book in her hands. After just a few pages, she frowned slightly, finding it dull.
When she looked up and saw her son-in-law walk in, she beckoned to him. “You stay here and look after them. I’ll head out for a while.”
Nan Linyi left the hospital.
Over the past few days, she had spoken with Shen Yunchu. All these years, that scumbag ex-husband of hers had enjoyed a smooth career. Shen Yunchu only knew that they had left Jincheng, but had no idea where they were now.
“As expected of the male and female leads of a rebirth-era novel—born with luck. But…”
Nan Linyi smiled meaningfully.
Most rebirth-era novels relied on the advantage of rebirth to seize opportunities, get rich, and climb higher and higher.
But compared to Nan Linyi, this cheat-enabled, god-tier billionaire old lady—sorry, no matter how many times they cashed in on rebirth benefits, they would never be richer than her.
The female lead of this era novel was none other than the current wife of her scumbag ex-husband, Fan Qiaolan. In her previous life, Fan Qiaolan had been deceived by a fair-faced man, eloped with him to the south, and ended up living a miserable life before dying tragically. After being reborn, she did everything she could to become Shen Wentao’s wife…
Fan Qiaolan was a thoroughgoing egoist.
She married the original body’s scumbag ex-husband, Shen Wentao, not because of any deep feelings, but simply because Shen Wentao could give her a better life.
And so, naturally, those stepchildren who got in the way of her interests were things she disliked.
For ordinary people, finding Shen Wentao would not be easy at all. But who told fate that she was Nan Linyi?
Money made even ghosts turn the millstone.
Nan Linyi spent some money and used the public phone at the small shop by the entrance to make a call. Before long, a Rolls-Royce pulled up outside.
Bald-headed President Liao stepped out of the car with a broad smile. “Ms. Nan Linyi, sorry to keep you waiting. Please—”
Five minutes earlier, a call had come through to Citibank. The operator’s sweet voice sounded: “Hello, thank you for calling. How may I assist you?”
A woman’s voice came through: “I’m Nan Linyi.”
For Citibank, over the past two days, the president had personally emphasized again and again that everyone must firmly remember the name Nan Linyi. Any request from Ms. Nan Linyi was to be fulfilled immediately and unconditionally. Under no circumstances was she to be displeased in the slightest.
So the operator hurriedly responded, flustered, “Hello, Ms. Nan Linyi. How may I help you?”
“There are some matters for which I’d like your president to come see me. I’m at the entrance of Central Hospital.”
“Of course, I’ll relay the message immediately.”
After hanging up, the operator quickly passed the message to President Liao. At that moment, in the conference room, William, a representative from Citibank International, was holding a meeting. Upon hearing this, President Liao ignored everything else, stood up immediately, and apologized, “Sorry, I need to step away.”
He then rushed to make arrangements and ultimately selected the best Rolls-Royce the bank currently had, heading straight for Central Hospital.
William said irritably, “What is Liao doing? Does he not know that my evaluation will affect his assessment?”
The staff at Citibank Jincheng lowered their heads silently, thinking to themselves: But if Ms. Nan Linyi is dissatisfied, the bank itself might not even exist anymore…
President Liao was genuinely delighted that the old lady was willing to seek him out again.
Ever since she had opened a black card account with him, he had been restless these past few days, itching to have someone investigate her background.
But he had seen many wealthy individuals before. Afraid that acting rashly might offend some taboo, he restrained himself and remained motionless, only instructing everyone throughout the bank to treat Ms. Nan Linyi with the utmost respect.
When he saw President Liao, Nan Linyi merely nodded faintly.
In Jincheng, countless companies and organizations dreamed of getting loans approved by this very man—whether the money came through depended on a single sentence from President Liao. Everyone treated him with extreme deference.
But if anyone were to see President Liao’s attitude now, their jaws would drop.
“Let’s find a place to sit and talk. I have a few things I’d like to discuss with you,” Nan Linyi said.
President Liao nodded repeatedly, attentively opening the rear door for her. Only after the old lady had taken her seat did he gently close the door, then personally took the driver’s seat.
“I know Jincheng very well. There’s quite a nice teahouse I’m familiar with. I wonder if that would suit you?”
It seemed the elderly lady did not care for Western-style coffee or desserts.
Nan Linyi gave an indifferent nod.
Once seated, seeing her relaxed expression after taking a sip of tea, President Liao secretly rejoiced that he had chosen the right place. He then asked, “May I know what matter you wished to speak with me about?”
Nan Linyi set down her teacup and said, “I’ve had some incidents over the years and have been living in hospitals. I have several disappointing children. I’ve now found one of them, but I’ve heard the others followed my ex-husband and their stepmother. I don’t know where they went. As a mother, I can’t help but worry. President Liao, as the head of Citibank, you have extensive connections. I’d like to borrow your network to help me find them…”
“Of course, I won’t let you help for nothing. In terms of compensation—”
Before she could finish, President Liao immediately said, “Oh, Madam, allow me to speak frankly—you’re being far too polite. This is just a small matter. What compensation is there to speak of? The fact that you’re willing to let me help already shows you think highly of me. Please rest assured—leave this matter to me!”
Heaven only knew how much money Ms. Nan Linyi had in savings. As long as he maintained a good relationship with her, there would be endless wealth ahead of him. Naturally, he would not be tempted by such trivial gains.
President Liao carefully asked for more details. When he learned that the old lady’s daughter, Shen Yunchu, was still hospitalized, he showed even more concern than if his own wife or daughter were ill, saying that he would also go visit the hospital later.
“You must let me express my goodwill. After all, I can be considered an elder…”
(End of Chapter)