The premium was a full 150 million!
Anyone would find it difficult to resist such a colossal fortune.
Moreover, Su Ziyu and Li Qianfan had absolutely no marital affection for each other; she had picked him up from a roadside stall for eighty-eight thousand yuan.
Yet, Su Ziyu disregarded the 150 million premium and, embracing Li Qianfan, told Mo Hongti that her husband was not for sale!
Li Qianfan's eyes immediately welled up.
He reciprocated by reaching out, "Wife, I'm so touched. Actually, you could have sold me."
Su Ziyu—
She grumbled inwardly, "Take your paws off my backside!"
Constrained by Mo Hongti's presence, Su Ziyu couldn't explode, but she made a significant note in her mental ledger.
"Heh."
Mo Hongti chuckled lightly and applauded, expressing her utmost admiration for Su Ziyu's integrity in the face of overwhelming wealth.
But in the next moment, she declared, "Five hundred million. Guangming Hospital and Li Qianfan are all mine."
Li Qianfan's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.
What was Su Ziyu's reaction?
Her expression remained impassive. She repeated, "My husband is not for sale."
Mo Hongti's smile faded, and the sound of her high heels, which had been pacing, stopped. "Six hundred million. To be transferred within 24 hours."
A flash of ferocity flickered deep within Li Qianfan's eyes before vanishing.
"No, I won't sell."
Su Ziyu remained expressionless, slowly shaking her head.
Alas.
Mo Hongti sighed softly and slowly stood up. "Su Ziyu, the consequences of your defiance will be severe."
Su Ziyu pursed her lips but said nothing.
*Crack*.
Mo Hongti, in her elegant high heels, glided to the doorway, then turned back. "Director Su, there's a saying that goes like this."
"Everything will be lost!"
Mo Hongti had left a long time ago, but Su Ziyu remained by the table, unmoving.
She was contemplating how the Mo family would deal with her.
And how she would cope.
Li Qianfan's worried voice reached her ears, "Wife, are you alright? How about you sell me? Mo Hongti's legs are really plump and fair."
Su Ziyu's somewhat dazed eyes rolled slightly, then she suddenly tensed her shoulders, twisted her waist, threw her arms around Li Qianfan's, and with a low,娇叱 (jiāo chì - a charmingly sharp scold), forcefully flung him away.
*Whoosh*—
Li Qianfan's cry of alarm echoed as he flew two and a half meters through the air, landing heavily on the sofa.
Before he could react, Su Ziyu let out another娇叱 and lunged forward, bending her knees.
The way Wu Song fought the tiger, that was how Su Ziyu was beating Li Qianfan at that moment.
"I told you to look at other people's legs!"
"I told you to say her legs were fair and plump!"
"I told you to dare to put your arm around my waist and touch my butt!"
With every soft,娇叱 from the third-dan black belt female fighter, seven or eight punches rained down like a storm onto Li Qianfan's back.
Li Qianfan, shielding his head with his hands, curled up on the sofa, feeling the blows to his back were quite pleasant.
He had been sleeping under bridges lately, and his bones felt stiff.
"From now on, if you dare to lay a hand on me again!"
"From now on, if you dare to praise other women in front of me!"
"I'll slap your face—"
Su Ziyu, gripping Li Qianfan by the back of his neck with her left hand, landed another punch on his back before releasing him and standing up.
She looked up at the ceiling and did a chest expansion exercise with her arms bent.
Refreshing!
So refreshing!
The anger and resentment she had bottled up since last night were all released through the thrashing of Li Qianfan.
Li Qianfan, trembling, felt disappointed. "Why did she stop after only 196 hits? It seems I'll have to go to a foot spa and find a professional masseuse if I want to loosen up."
It was fortunate Su Ziyu couldn't hear his thoughts.
Otherwise, she'd surely spit blood—
She walked to the table, picked up her phone, found Li Qianfan's WeChat, and initiated a transfer.
One thousand yuan.
This was Su Ziyu's medical fee for him.
After the transfer was successful, Su Ziyu looked at Li Qianfan and said indifferently, "Although I showed mercy this time because it's your first offense, I won't default on the money owed to you. But next time, you won't be so lucky."
"Wife, I'll remember it."
Li Qianfan bowed and nodded repeatedly.
"You go out first. I need to be alone for a while."
Su Ziyu waved him away, signaling Li Qianfan to leave, and then brewed a cup of strong tea.
Li Qianfan obediently walked out of the CEO's office.
In the corridor outside, Zeng Ting looked at him with pity.
The little secretary had heard the commotion of Su Ziyu's "domestic violence" against Li Qianfan quite clearly.
"Oh my heavens, it's only their first day registered, and Director Su is already treating him like this. How will he survive the future?"
As the little secretary thought this, Li Qianfan suddenly asked, "Secretary Zeng, your family isn't very well-off, is it?"
Zeng Ting blinked in surprise and asked, "How did you know?"
"Just a guess."
Li Qianfan, who could tell at a glance that Zeng Ting was malnourished, then glanced at the cheap hairpin she used to tie her hair and asked with a smile, "Would you like to earn some extra money? Not much, just a thousand yuan."
"Yes, I would!"
Zeng Ting replied casually, then added, "As long as it doesn't violate hospital regulations or interfere with my work."
Li Qianfan took out his phone. "Come, let's add each other as friends."
Zeng Ting, completely bewildered, took out her phone.
*Ding*.
A thousand yuan appeared in her balance.
She looked at Li Qianfan blankly; he was so cute!
Li Qianfan said, "Go to a patient room and give me a back massage. One hour, one thousand yuan!"
Zeng Ting—
Li Qianfan added, "I'll also teach you some massage techniques. Perhaps you can rely on this to make money in the future."
Zeng Ting was immediately tempted.
The son-in-law Director Su married was a miracle doctor!
In a VIP ward.
Zeng Ting, her cheeks flushed, slowly lifted her fair little feet and stepped onto Li Qianfan's back.
Under his guidance, Zeng Ting used an eyebrow pencil to draw seven or eight acupoints on his back.
Her task was to massage these acupoints.
"Ah! So comfortable!"
Li Qianfan, lying on the hospital bed, let out a moan of contentment.
Zeng Ting's heart skipped a beat.
She suddenly wanted to turn around, jump off, and flee the room as quickly as possible.
It was because Li Qianfan's moans sounded like those of women in certain adult films.
But remembering that her brother was currently in university and had called her that morning asking for money, Zeng Ting bravely lifted her foot again and stepped down.
In the director's office.
Su Ziyu, her mind in turmoil, shook her head irritably and picked up the phone.
Soon, the call was connected.
A decisive female voice answered, "Ziyu, what is it?"
"Mom."
Su Ziyu spoke casually, "I have something to tell you. I found a partner today. Yes, we successfully registered our marriage."
"Oh, you found a partner and registered your marriage."
Her mother, Ning Xiaolan, replied casually, then suddenly exclaimed, "What? You, say that again!"
Su Ziyu quickly recounted how she had answered the public call and registered her marriage with Li Qianfan, but still omitted the matter of the Mo family.
"Ziyu, you're finally married off!"
Ning Xiaolan was so excited that she began to weep uncontrollably. "Thank you to the ancestors of the Su family. Thank you for blessing Ziyu to finally meet a man who is blind."
Su Ziyu—
"Now, immediately, at once!"
After Ning Xiaolan regained some composure, she ordered, "Bring my dear son-in-law home at once!"
Just as mother and daughter were on the phone, Mo Hongti, driving Mo Lao and Sun Guoshou, turned at an intersection.
"Old Sun, you look puzzled. Regarding my health..."
Mo Lao, in the back seat, smiled as he spoke to Sun Guoshou, who was constantly taking his pulse.
Suddenly!
He felt countless ants appearing in his internal organs, gnawing frantically.
"Ah—"
The pain caused Mo Lao to gasp a hoarse cry.