"Gu Zhiqi didn’t speak, just hugged the flowers and walked straight to the bedside, then stopped and looked at Mo Weiran, softly beginning, "50 Million."
Did he really lose the flowers?!
Listening to Mo Weiran and Gu Zhiqi’s conversation, a glint of confusion flashed in Tang Yichen’s eyes.
Could it be that this youngster was a servant of the Gu Family, or... someone under the Gu Family’s employ?
But, it seemed like Gu Xiaoxi had given this young man a pot of flowers?
Those flowers must be quite expensive.
What kind of relationship allows Gu Xiaoxi to give him a pot of flowers?
Thinking this, Tang Yichen extended his hand and touched his chin, his face contemplative.
"Mi... Miss, you... you know?"
Mo Weiran still thought that Gu Zhiqi knew about the flowers being lost, oh, that they were stolen.
After all, when he woke up, he found himself lying in a hospital. Aside from the doctors and nurses, he hadn’t seen anyone else.
He asked the nurse how he ended up in the hospital, and the nurse said that two good-looking people had brought him in—she didn’t recognize them.
When he inquired about his flowers, the nurse said she hadn’t seen them.
So, Mo Weiran had thought for a time that the flowers were stolen and that he was brought to the hospital by two kind-hearted people.
"Know what?" Gu Zhiqi asked.
"I... I lost the flowers, no, not exactly, they were snatched, the flowers, were stolen," Mo Weiran said, his expression sullen as he hung his head, his face a picture of guilt and self-reproach, "Miss, I’m sorry, rest assured, I will definitely, definitely... compensate you with 50... 50 Million."
The words ’50 Million’ were said through clenched teeth by Mo Weiran.
In his heart, however, was utter despair.
This is 50 Million we’re talking about!
When could he ever amass such a sum?
Selling himself wouldn’t even cover the debt!
"The flower isn’t lost," Gu Zhiqi said casually, in response to his words.
A sudden light appeared in his eyes as he stared fixedly at Gu Zhiqi.
"But for the 50 Million, you need to compensate," Gu Zhiqi said lazily, looking at Mo Weiran.
"Why... why?" Mo Weiran was completely flabbergasted.
Gu Zhiqi: "You vomited a mouthful of blood on the flower."
"Just because... I vomited blood? So... I need to compensate?" Mo Weiran was dumbfounded, "No, is the flower that precious? Just because I spat blood? Did my blood defile its delicacy?"
While speaking, Mo Weiran made a bitter face, looking pitifully at Gu Zhiqi as if he was about to cry.
What kind of flower is so venerable?
Spitting blood causes it to be defiled?!
Is his blood that dirty?!
"You spat out blood and established a contract with it. It’s now your soul-bound partner," Gu Zhiqi said, then took out his phone, intending to hand his card details to Mo Weiran for the transfer, but remembering he was poor, he added, "Write an IOU, and repay it as soon as possible."
Divine damnation, a soul-bound partner.
Mo Weiran was at a loss, his mind completely frozen.
Listening to the topic of Gu Zhiqi’s flower, Tang Yichen looked at Mo Weiran strangely.
This young man was just an ordinary person, but he could directly contract an Auxiliary Item?
"Miss, this partner... can I refuse it?" Mo Weiran asked, a face full of tears as he stared at Gu Zhiqi.
"Gu Xiaoxi, can a contract be transferred?" Tang Yichen asked, gazing at Gu Zhiqi, breaking the silence.
This fool doesn’t want to contract with the Auxiliary Item, but he does!