Seeing that he was still relatively easy to talk to, Gu Qimiao looked at him again and said, "And... could you lend me some money?"
Gu Qimiao shyly held up five fingers, "...Fifty thousand."
Although she knew that this amount of money was nothing to him, borrowing money from someone was inherently difficult to bring up.
"I’ll lend you a hundred thousand. It’s not just him who needs money, you need it too. If it’s not enough, come to me." He wished he could have a suitable identity to directly give her money to use.
"I’ll hire a nurse, so you don’t have to stay here tonight."
Gu Qimiao hurriedly shook her head, "No need, you know his temper, he doesn’t listen to just anyone. If he sees I’m not here, he might throw a fit."
Shen Yanchen frowned and said mercilessly, "He can’t even get out of bed with his ribs broken, just who does he think he can throw a fit at? It’s not convenient for you, a girl, to take care of him. Besides, if you don’t hurry back to work at the gallery, how long will it take for you to pay back the money?"
Gu Qimiao was at a loss. He was right, after all.
"Have a good sleep. What do you want to eat for lunch? I’ll go buy it."
Gu Qimiao smiled and looked up at him, "I want some meat."
He chuckled lightly and stood up, "Sleep well, I’ll be back soon."
Gu Qimiao nodded and watched him walk out, closing the door behind him. Only then did a smile spread across her face.
She tucked her body down, nestled her head into the pillow, pulled the quilt up, and closed her eyes.
Finally, she slept soundly.
When Shen Yanchen returned, she was already deeply asleep.
He plugged in the hot water bag he bought, placed it under her hand with the IV, tucked her in, but didn’t wake her up.
Sitting by her bed for a while, he then heard some noise coming from the diagonal opposite ward. He frowned, worried it would wake Gu Qimiao, and got up to go out.
As expected, it was Gu Moming causing trouble.
"I said I won’t eat!"
The attending doctor replied, "If you don’t eat, we’ll have to use a nasogastric tube."
Gu Moming glared at her and swept everything on the nearby cart to the ground, shouting, "Get out! All of you, get out!"
The young nurses, terrified, were trembling. Shen Yanchen walked in and said, "Everyone go out, I’ll talk to him."
The attending doctor, frowning, told the young nurses to clean up the things on the floor and then left the ward.
Shen Yanchen walked to the bedside, looking at the displeased Gu Moming lying there, and asked, "Who are you putting on this show for?"
He turned his head, "I don’t feel like talking right now, especially not to you!"
Shen Yanchen, naturally, wouldn’t stoop to his level. Regardless of whether he wanted to hear it, he continued, "If you’re going to die, do it cleanly. If not, cooperate with the treatment."
Gu Moming sneered, turned his head to look at him, and gritted his teeth, saying, "None of your damn business! Where did you take Gu Qimiao?! Tell her to get her ass over here!"
Hearing this tone, Shen Yanchen was displeased. He took a step forward, grabbed the collar of Gu Moming’s hospital gown, and pulled him up from the bed, "Is this how you’ve treated her all these years?"
Gu Moming chuckled and provocatively looked at him, "What? Heartache? Too bad, you like her but she doesn’t like you."
With his heartache exposed, Shen Yanchen tightened his grip, but Gu Moming continued fearlessly with a smile, "She loves me, that’s why she’s willing to be bullied by me all these years!"
Shen Yanchen let go, his gaze even colder than before, "Cherish it while you can, this time won’t last much longer."
Gu Moming sneered, "You think you can take her away?"
Fixing his ruffled clothes from the outburst, Shen Yanchen turned to walk out, "How will we know if we don’t try? I hope you live until the day I marry her."