C7 The Pain in His Heart Was Excruciating

Jian Mo came back to her senses and looked at the cheque on her body. Enduring the pain, she slowly got up. Trembling, she straightened her clothes.

Holding the invoice in front of her, Jian Mo felt as if it was burning hot. It felt like a hot potato in her hand, but she couldn't throw it away. This was the money to save Qiao Ye's life.

"Thank you." Two words came out of his hoarse throat.

Yang Zhexu looked at her, curled his lips, and his face instantly turned cold. He pointed at the door and said coldly, "Get out."

Seeing Yang Zhexu's reaction that was faster than flipping a book, Jian Mo panicked.

Her body trembled violently. Now that the cheque was in her hands, it was more important to save Qiao Ye first. She hurriedly put on her clothes. The wound on her waist was pulled, causing her to frown in pain. However, she did not stop putting on her clothes, but her shirt had already been torn apart by Yang Zhexu. Now that he had wrapped his arms around her body, the traces on his body were faintly discernible.

Biting her lips lightly, she looked at Yang Zhexu. His eyes were not on her at all. If she went out like this, she would definitely be pointed at by others, but Yang Zhexu did not care about her at all.

Jian Mo felt a little uncomfortable. Was she invisible in his eyes now? The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt. Gradually, her eyes began to tear up, and she felt a little sour. She quickly lowered her head, not wanting the person in front of her to see her cry. After all, what could such cheap tears get him? It would only be a cruel irony.

He used his torn clothes to cover his important parts and walked to the door with quick steps. Just as his fingers touched the door handle, a patch of black appeared above his head.

A suit jacket covered her body.

He looked at Yang Zhexu in confusion. He turned around and said coldly, "I don't want a woman in untidy clothes to go out of my office."

Lowering his eyes, he realized that he had thought too much. He wrapped the clothes around his body, and there was still the warmth of Yang Zhexu's body on his clothes, covering his body. It was better than going out in a mess.

As soon as she opened the door, she rushed out with her head down. She didn't listen or see how the people outside looked at her or talked about her. She ran out of the Yang's Group with messy steps.

As he watched Jian Mo disappear into the room, Yang Zhexu's expression began to become complicated. His hands were tightly clenched into fists, and there was a trace of white on his bony fingers, as if he was trying his best to hide something.

After a long time, Yang Zhexu finally moved. Looking at the messy desk, his eyes became a little dazed.

This fatigue did not come from his body, but from the bottom of his heart. It pierced his heart with a sharp pain.

He took out the spare suit from the office and walked to the inner compartment. Should he take a good rest?

When he arrived at the hospital, Qiao Ye was still in the middle of the surgery.

Looking at the three dazzling words on the red screen, Jian Mo's heart couldn't help but float up and down, unwilling to let go.

As soon as Jian Mo had arrived at the hospital, her parents immediately approached her.

"Momo, did you get the money?"

Jian Mo lowered her eyes, her heart throbbing in pain. These so-called parents had never cared about her. The first thing they thought about when they met wasn't whether she was okay or not, but whether or not she had gotten the money.

Seeing that Jian Mo didn't say a word, Jian Ce thought that there was no way to settle the matter of money. Suddenly, his anger rose, and he pulled at her clothes and began to curse. "Why are you so useless? Isn't it just 200,000 yuan? As for Director Yang, can't you just give in a little?"

When Jane's mother saw this, she did not have the slightest intention of helping. "Momo, your father is right. You go and convince Director Yang. He, he will give us two hundred thousand yuan for the sake of our old friendship."

His heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand. It hurt like hell. He lowered his head and felt like there was a stone buried in his chest. He couldn't breathe.

Jian Ce saw that Jian Mo still had her head lowered and didn't say a word, so he angrily grabbed her hair and pulled her back. "Don't be like a mute. I didn't raise you to be depressed here."

His scalp was in pain, but it couldn't compare to the pain in his heart. "Here's the money." He tried to stop the tears that were about to fall. Shouldn't he have known that this would happen?

Looking at the cheque in Jian Mo's hand, the two of them quickly changed their expressions. Kuan Lingyue quickly snatched the cheque and carefully confirmed the amount on it. Then, with a smile on her face, she pulled Jian Ce away and said. "I knew Momo would have a way. Now your brother can be saved."

Looking at her mother's hypocritical smile, Jian Mo felt disgusted. "I'll pay the medical fees." She reached out to take back the cheque.

Kuan Lingyue turned her body to the side to avoid Jian Mo's outstretched hand. Her hand in the air paused slightly as she glanced at Kuan Lingyue with a puzzled expression.

"I'll go with you, Momo. Leave the cheque with me first." Kuan Lingyue said with a smile. She immediately stuffed the cheque into her bag, afraid that Jian Mo would go back on her word.

When Jian Mo saw this, she couldn't help but snort coldly in her heart. She didn't expect that as her mother, she would feel at ease taking her money and still have to be wary of her. It was too ridiculous.

But then she thought of Qiao Ye, who was still in the ward, and she swallowed her anger. Now was not the time to argue. She clenched her fists and dug her nails into her flesh, reminding herself that the people in front of her were not her parents.

"Alright." He nodded obediently and followed Kuan Lingyue.

Kuan Lingyue handed the money over to the hospital as soon as she took it out. Jian Mo also took back the bell, but she did not bring it back. Instead, she held it in her hand and did not do anything.

Jian Mo didn't expect to get the rest of the money back. After a long while, she finally said, "I'm going back. You guys can take care of the hospital."

With money on hand, Jian Mo's existence was dispensable to them. Kuan Lingyue nodded without even looking at him. "Go do your work."

No matter how cold her heart was, she could still feel the discomfort of neglect.

She turned around and left all the sadness to herself.

It was drizzling outside, but the wind was blowing so hard that the trees were shaking. Countless broken branches and leaves were blown everywhere.

Although it was autumn, Jian Mo still felt a chill down her spine. Now that Qiao Ye's matter had come to an end, she didn't want to bother with their matters anymore.

The wind blew her hair into an interesting mess, tucking it behind her ears as she stared into the distance with lifeless eyes.

He had nowhere to go in such a big place. He couldn't help but feel depressed.