Li Wenyao dropped the two off at the hotel lobby and left them to their own devices.
Pressing his hand against Li Yu's chest, his gaze locked onto Li Yu's eyes, he reached into Li Yu's pants pocket and pulled out the pocket pistol.
Seeing no one around, Jian Suiying raised the gun to his face and gritted out, "Explain yourself. How did you get this thing? What have you been up to all this time?"
Jian Suiying snapped, " "
Jian Suiying cursed: "What kind of friend gives you something like this? Taking it is like grabbing a hot potato. Now you've got a weakness in someone else's hands
. Are you an idiot or something?"
Li Yu actually smiled at this. He stretched his neck and gave Jian Suiying a peck on the lips. "Brother Jian, you still care about me."
Jian Suiying froze, then snapped angrily, "I'm furious at your stupidity! Figure out how to get rid of this thing." Li Yu smiled. "Got it."
"Also, what have you been doing all this time? How could you possibly scrape together that much money in a month? You still owe him triple compensation for his losses
? Do you even know how greedy that bastard Li Wenyao is?"
Li Yu coughed twice. "Brother Jian, let go of me first. You're choking me."
Only then did Jian Suiying realize he'd been squeezing his collar tighter and tighter, leaving red marks on his neck. He quickly loosened his
his grip.
"I've been doing some business with friends along the coast and made some money. It should be manageable. Brother Jian, your situation is
my responsibility. I won't let him find any more excuses to make things difficult for you."
Jian Suiying stared at him with suspicion. He had no idea what kind of friends Li Yu had made or what kind of business he was involved in,
that could have changed him so drastically in just a few months—even getting a gun.
He simply couldn't stop worrying.
...as if someone had saved him.
But Li Yu didn't require him to beg. He simply appeared and genuinely resolved his troubles. Jian Suiying
couldn't help but feel joy and gratitude.
Yet now, he found himself even more unable to shake off his doubts.
How could he not be suspicious?
He pressed on: "What kind of business are you in?"
Li Yu smiled at him. "Brother Jian, it's been ages since you've spoken to me this much."
Jian Suiying frowned: "Don't change the subject. Where did you get all that money to deal with Li Wenyao?"
Li Yu replied: "Brother Jian, don't worry. I have a way to handle it. Just give me some time. Focus on your own affairs. Once the funds come back, your problem will be solved."
Seeing he couldn't pry anything more out of him, Jian Suiying relented. He released Li Yu's collar and stared at him thoughtfully.
Li Yu left a damp kiss on his ear before reluctantly pulling away. Jian Suiying stood rooted to the spot, lost in thought for a long while.
Later, he recalled how desperately he'd wanted to say, "Don't go. I need to talk to you properly." He deeply regretted not finding the words then.
Though he sensed something was off with Li Yu, Jian Suiying was too preoccupied with his own troubles to dwell on it.
The breathing room Li Yu had given him proved crucial. A residential complex opening for sales weeks later sold out overnight
sold out overnight, allowing him to recover some funds. He then sold a project he had planned but lacked the capital to start, selling it as-is
and finally had some cash in hand.
After that last text, Jian Suilin stopped harassing him but helped secure some additional funding.
More than three months after the accident, Jian Suilin was discharged from the hospital.
Before his departure, he transferred a substantial portion of the company's assets into his own name. Despite having endured a period of extreme hardship, he now found himself rolling in money.
Exactly one month had passed since that tense meeting with Li Wenyao. With funds now available,
money in hand, he proactively reached out to Li Wenxun, intending to plug the financial hole.
But Li Wenxun informed him that Li Yu had handled everything for Jian Suying, just as he had promised.
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