Money Over Love
Copyright© 2026 by RomanticDoaist
Chapter 14: One hundred million consultation fee!
“Mr. Lin, please, you must help me! Bring my grandfather back to life!”
Inside the memorial hall, Yuan Youwei looked at the old man on the stretcher before her, her eyes instantly welling with tears.
His eyes were tightly shut, his aged face gaunt and waxen, with high, prominent cheekbones. Only between his grizzled eyebrows could one faintly see a trace of his former authority. The skin visible beneath his striped hospital gown had already turned a deathly pale.
Her heart spasmed in agony. Fighting back tears, Yuan Youwei barked at Yuan Tao and the others, “Bring out all the money!”
CLATTER! CLATTER!
At that moment, large suitcases piled in the corner were flung open and tipped over. In moments, huge bundles of cash spilled out, forming a small mountain on the floor.
GASP...!
Seeing this, even the chronically anxious Doctor Jiang couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed. He turned and glared at the serene Lin Fan, his heart filled with a mixture of shock and envy.
Damn it! I’ve been slogging away for the Yuan family for so long and have only received a ten million consultation fee. This young punk hasn’t even done anything, and he’s getting this much?
“I’m afraid ... that’s at least a hundred million in cash...” Su Mengqing muttered, her expression turning incredibly grim.
Outside the door, Zhang Meili and Su Gang were gobsmacked, gasping for air. Even Yang Tingting, who had been sobbing into her hands, froze in shock, forgetting to cry. Su Mengqing’s pupils contracted sharply.
The two glass doors provided excellent soundproofing, making it impossible for the four of them to hear anything from inside. However, the impact of a shimmering mountain of money was overwhelming. It made their hearts tremble and their breathing grow erratic.
“This ... can’t be what those two women are using to keep Lin Fan, can it?” Su Gang said, his face collapsing in disbelief. He clenched his fists, thoroughly indignant. “They even brought a family elder here personally! Are they planning a deathbed visit? What gives him the right? How is he worth that price? How the hell am I any worse than him!”
“It’s fake! It has to be!” Zhang Meili rubbed her sore rear and cursed viciously. “Lin Fan probably hired a bunch of actors to stage this just to piss us off! He’ll definitely die a horrible death! And his mom, it’s a good thing she’s dead! Serves her right!”
“Director Su, you see? This is all Lin Fan’s doing! It has nothing to do with me,” Yang Tingting sniffled, complaining pitifully.
“I don’t believe it either. No one would just hand Lin Fan a hundred million in cash ... It must be fake money, like those Cultivation Coupons,” Su Mengqing said, clutching her cheeks, which burned with a searing pain. She had been slapped three times tonight and had been so infuriated she vomited blood twice. Now, she was so weak she had to lean on Zhang Meili just to stay upright. The scene before her was too dreamlike to accept. Forget a hundred million in cash; she’d never even seen such a large pile of Joss Paper!
“Irrelevant people, leave now, or we won’t be polite!”
Just then, a group of men and women in business suits, all looking tense, flooded in from the end of the alley. A few burly, stern-faced men who looked like bodyguards waved their hands, shooing Su Mengqing’s group away.
“What right do you have to chase us away? You—”
Zhang Meili, already simmering with rage, was about to put her hands on her hips and start shouting, but a single glare from one of the men made her swallow her words.
The four of them had no choice but to swallow their anger. They helped each other as they squeezed out of the alley. Under the peculiar gazes of the distinguished-looking men and women, they blushed furiously, wishing the ground would swallow them whole.
“P-President Luo?”
Reaching the road outside the alley, Su Mengqing saw a long line of luxury cars parked silently under the night sky. Among them, a dark green armored cash transport vehicle was especially conspicuous. Her heart tightened as a sense of foreboding washed over her. Her gaze inadvertently fell on a man squatting beside the armored van, smoking a cigarette.
She was stunned. That man was none other than President Luo from Haicheng Commercial Bank!
She recalled how she had repeatedly applied to him for loans to expand her pharmaceutical factory, only to be rebuffed every time, never even getting a chance to meet him. Yet here he was, in the middle of the night in a remote neighborhood, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. He wasn’t even qualified to walk with that group of men and women, relegated to squatting outside and smoking a sullen cigarette!
“Who ... who in the world are those two women...?”
BOOM!
BOOM!
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