The girl smiled upon hearing this, didn’t directly respond, simply saying, "These are all trivial matters, the important thing is that you’re alright."
Cheng Dongyuan: "..."
His eyes flickered slightly, so it was her who gave him artificial respiration...?
But he couldn’t bring himself to ask.
At the time it was about saving a life, and doing so was beyond reproach, especially since he was a grown man, there was no need to fuss over it. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ɴovelfire.net
Looking at the vibrant and beautiful young woman before him, he gently tugged at the corner of his lips, speaking softly, "Regardless, thank you."
Having said that, he fell silent for a moment before adding, "I would like to offer you a token of my gratitude. I hope you’ll accept it, as a small gesture of my appreciation."
Upon hearing his words, the girl looked surprised, "This, this might not be appropriate... I didn’t save you for money."
Cheng Dongyuan however took his wallet from beside his bed, pulled out a card from inside, and handed it over to her:
"There’s not much money in it, just a little under a hundred thousand. I know this kind of thing can’t be measured in money, but it’s a token of my gratitude. Please, take it."
These words were tempting, especially with the card right in front of her, for her, a hundred thousand was a huge sum.
But as she looked at the card, her hesitation stemmed not only from the amount but also because...
In the end, her eyes flickered and she slowly reached out to take it, saying softly, "I accept your sentiment... but I did what I should have, saving you has nothing to do with money."
Cheng Dongyuan saw her need to explain, and smiled faintly, "No worries, take it with ease."
He didn’t like owing others, just as when he first met Wen Xian, he had been ill and she saved his life, and from then on, he helped her reach stardom step by step.
Of course, it was also because she was incredibly hardworking.
And this girl, after so many years, had saved his life too.
After chatting with him for a while, Cheng Dongyuan learned in their brief conversation that she was a senior at a media university in Beijing and was currently in a small village town in Sichuan to teach with her classmates, and would not leave for a few months.
He had never expected someone would come to this place to teach.
He grew to see her in a new light.
When the girl left, she appeared somewhat reluctant, finally glancing at him, still frail, she had to leave first.
After all, this man had an innate elegance, even injured he was undeniably graceful. When she happened to see him at the hospital, she couldn’t help but take a few extra glances at Xu Weiran beside him, lying on the stretcher.
Not to mention, now he was being generous—a man of such caliber... was clearly no ordinary person!
After leaving the room, her hand lingered on the doorknob, seemingly lost in thought, unaware of what she might be considering.
Adjusting her demeanor, she turned around abruptly, only to see a few steps away, a figure standing against the wall.
In the corridor, on the scattered chairs sat people, she stood outside the neighboring ward, arms crossed, slightly bowing her head, revealing a delicate jawline beneath her fisherman’s hat.
Seeing her, the girl’s heart skipped a beat.
Then, she walked over, but as she did so, she discreetly slipped the bank card into her pocket.