Chapter 093: Ye Fuli Panics
Ye Zhen climbed over twenty flights of stairs via the emergency exit, reaching the hospital's underground parking garage.
To her surprise, she encountered no obstacles whatsoever throughout the entire journey.
This smooth passage left her deeply puzzled, even hesitant to believe it.
"Ye Fuli, are you really not going to stop me?"
Still unable to fully accept it, she continued walking, emerging from the long underground passageway into the light.
Ye Zhen squinted, gazing at the distant sky.
Night had fallen.
Yet the city's nightlife was even more vibrant than daytime.
A kaleidoscope of lights, a world of glitz and glamour—it was easy to lose oneself in it.
"You really aren't going to stop me?"
She asked herself this for the second time.
After asking, she gave a self-deprecating chuckle.
"No one stopping me? Isn't that great? What am I even agonizing over?"
During her hospital stay, Ye Fuli never truly appeared before her. Aside from that crooked bundle of candy canes, she hadn't received anything else from Ye Fuli.
Until today, Ye Zhen had interpreted that bundle of candy canes as a signal saying, "I'm coming to arrest you." But now, she felt it was probably a farewell.
"If it really was a farewell, then…"
"Well then…"
"makes you look at her with newfound respect."
The gloom in Ye Zhen's heart seemed to lift considerably at that moment.
[Host, that's not what you said before going downstairs…]
"Shut up, you damn system."
Ye Zhen snorted and said, "If you can't find anything better to do, go snatch back some useful features. I'm counting on you to save my ass."
[(〃＞皿＜)]
Considering the dog host's foul mood, the system chose to forgive her.
After stepping outside, Ye Zhen sat on the bench at the bus stop, staring blankly for a while before finally deciding what to do today.
"First, I'll stuff myself silly with skewers."
"Then, stroll down the pedestrian street and check out the pretty girls."
"Mm, that's a happy decision made."
[So, what about tomorrow?]
The system asked, prompting Ye Zhen to casually consider her plans for the next day.
At this moment, her bank account held a substantial deposit along with checks—all educational rewards from her parents.
But knowing Mrs. Ye well, Ye Zhen suspected this money was merely for show—not meant to be freely spent.
The only truly accessible funds were the gold.
Ye Zhen decided to sell some of it, converting it into cash to carry with her.
With money in hand, she could pursue whatever she desired.
"Hmm, I recall there's a comic convention in the nearest city? I want to go see the girls."
Why is every plan filled with cute girls?
The system was a bit speechless.
[Dear Host, this moe entity must remind you: you are a loli.]
"No kidding!" Ye Zhen snapped angrily. "If I weren't a girl, could I just openly stare at pretty girls like this?"
[What I meant was, not only can you look, but you can also touch… to feel how thick their clothes are.]
This time, Ye Zhen fell silent.
No, no.
She only wanted to look—not use her girl identity to grope around everywhere. That would betray her conscience.
Beep-beep-beep—
The No. 11 bus arrived.
Ye Zhen had already researched the stops and knew this bus could take her to the pedestrian street, so she boarded it directly.
But then…
"Card or cash?"
Under the concerned gaze of the driver, Ye Zhen felt her empty pockets and awkwardly got off the bus.
"How could I have forgotten my phone and wallet!"
Ye Zhen tugged at her hair in frustration.
"Ugh, damn it! Could it be that Ye Fuli saw me do this and decided not to come out and finish me off?"
……
……
Meanwhile.
Beneath an unremarkable abandoned factory on the city outskirts.
A life-or-death boxing match reached its critical moment.
Ye Fuli, who had once stood on the stage, now sat among the other spectators, wearing a mask. She watched the two combatants locked in a fierce struggle with calm eyes.
In a dim corner far away, He Ying's assistant watched the duel with mixed emotions.
Although Miss He had announced she would no longer collaborate with Ye Fuli, the stakes for this fight had been set long ago.
Their interests remained inextricably tied.
"This is a high-stakes gamble worth tens of millions," the assistant murmured, her palms sweating profusely.
The boxer they'd bet heavily on was now covered in blood, looking on the verge of collapse, unlikely to hold out much longer.
Tens of millions meant little to He Ying.
But who likes losing money?
As for Ye Fuli, she still looked confident in her victory.
A mere dozen seconds later, the fighter who had been sprawled on the canvas leapt up suddenly, landing a killer move on his unsuspecting opponent and knocking him hard to the ground.
The arena erupted in gasps.
Voices cursed, others cheered wildly, and the clatter of tables and chairs being smashed echoed through the room, loud enough to shake the roof.
On the stage, blood and teeth flew.
Victory—this time, it was truly decided.
Only Ye Fuli remained calm, rubbing the back of her neck and cracking her jaw.
"We won! We won! Thirty million—that's thirty million!"
He Ying's assistant rushed over, reaching for Ye Fuli's hand to express gratitude, only to be pushed away coldly.
The assistant froze, looking awkward. "I bet with you too. This time… I'll make over 300,000! At least let me treat you to a meal?"
Ye Fuli shook her head.
She came to make money, not for these people whose names she couldn't even remember.
Finding medical treatment for Ye Zhen required a lot of money.
Once she took Ye Zhen away, she would be responsible for every aspect of her life.
Money mattered.
Even though her assets were snowballing into hundreds of millions, in Ye Fuli's eyes, it was still nowhere near enough.
"Well, then… all right. Thank you."
Ye Fuli made her way through the crowd, but before she reached the door, someone blocked her path.
The one blocking her way was a young man with blue-streaked hair. His mask was off, revealing a shrewd, calculating grin.
"Don't rush off, K1."
Ye Fuli raised an eyebrow, studying him.
The young man introduced himself: "Chen Rui. My family runs a building materials business. You might have heard of it…"
Ye Fuli: "No, I haven't."
Chen Rui's smile froze instantly, but he quickly covered his awkwardness with a loud laugh.
"Haha! Well, now you have, right? Haha… I bet all my pocket money from the past three years on Golden Leopard today. Who knew she'd lose to a woman with such a low win rate? Haha…"
Mid-laugh, his expression suddenly darkened.
"Well, you know what they say—no fight, no friendship, right, K1? I just looked into it. Your parents are nobodies from the slums, no power, no connections. They live off welfare every month and are in and out of the hospital constantly. You'd better hand over the money you shouldn't have taken now, or else…"
"Otherwise you'll beat them up and kidnap them, right?"
Ye Fuli voiced his inner thoughts word for word.
Chen Rui gritted his teeth.
Staring at this haughty woman, rage threatened to burst from his temples.
Ye Fuli sighed. "Well, if that's what you want to do, go ahead. I don't really care."
"You don't care? Ha! I know full well that every bonus and sponsorship you earned during your three-year program ended up in their accounts! You care deeply—stop pretending!"
The now-frenzied rich kid glared viciously at Ye Fuli.
"Let me tell you the truth!"
"My people are already waiting downstairs at your place."
"I'm giving you three days to return my money. Otherwise, you will lose your parents!"
He was certain Ye Fuli wasn't that heartless—she must care deeply about her poor, pitiful parents.
Ye Fuli shot him a sympathetic glance but ultimately said nothing more. Escorted by the dozen or so bodyguards she had hired at great expense, she left the premises unharmed.
Once seated in the car,
Ye Fuli suddenly remembered she hadn't checked the surveillance footage from Ye Zhen's room today.
She pulled out her phone, pulled up the feed, and glanced at it.
Seeing the maid collapsed asleep at Ye Zhen's bedside and the empty mattress, Ye Fuli's heart began to sink.
After a moment's thought, she dialed Ye Zhen's number.
But the ringtone echoed from the surveillance feed instead.
She switched to another camera feed and saw bandages scattered across the floor and discarded hospital gowns.
Ye Fuli's heart sank rapidly.
"Turn around! Turn the car around! Head to that hospital—now, now!"
In that moment, she didn't suspect Ye Zhen had run away. Instead, she feared Ye Zhen had seen that face and lost her mind.
"Damn you, Ye Zhen, how dare you…!"