Chapter 69: Change to a Funeral Home

Bo Yanching asked to look into Ye Wanting, and Yaen Chi directly went to the hospital.

When he arrived, Madam Ye’s condition had worsened.

Ye Wanting was so anxious her small face turned pale, tears welled up in her eyes but she forced herself not to let them fall.

Only after sending her mother into the operating room did she lean against the wall, slide down, cover her face with her hands, and cry soundlessly.

Yaen Chi gave her his coat.

The young girl, frightened and disoriented, kept hiding in the corner until he claimed to be Nan Jiaojiao’s friend, which made her lower her guard.

“If I have someone to thank, it’s you.

I’ve inquired, Dr.

Xiao is an authority in neurology, and many people can’t get an appointment with him.

If it hadn’t been for your help, my mother might not have made it through the night,” she said.

He then accompanied her outside the operating room for two hours.

She took the chance to discreetly study Yaen Chi.

His hair was casually disheveled, and even in casual clothes, one could sense his innate elegance – seemingly carefree but actually composed.

He was from a world different from hers.

And how did he have a connection with Nan Jiaojiao?

Remembering the rumors at school, Ye Wanting cautiously asked, “Mr.

Yaen, what is your relationship with Jiaojiao?”

“Hmm?” Yaen Chi looked down, and the moment his gaze met hers, Ye Wanting averted her eyes as if startled.

“I…

I didn’t mean anything by it.

Jiaojiao is an orphan and doesn’t have much support in Rongcheng City, so…”

Yaen Chi smiled, “I owe Nan Jiaojiao a favor.”

Ye Wanting breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her hands together, “I see.

Is the fee for Dr.

Xiao expensive?

I can’t repay you all at once.

Could you leave me a contact so that when I have money, I can…

I can repay you?”

Her voice grew softer and she seemed to lose confidence, probably feeling a bit ashamed to say these words.

“Sure.”

Yaen Chi took out his phone, found his WeChat QR code, and presented it to her, “You scan mine.”

Ye Wanting was momentarily stunned, then hurriedly took out her phone to add him as a friend.

Yaen Chi indeed had advanced the medical expenses for her, even settling previous debts.

To him, it was only a small sum, but he casually agreed, fearing the young girl would feel uncomfortable owing him.

“It’s cold outside; go in and take care of your mother.”

“Yes!”

Ye Wanting nodded obediently, her footsteps light as she walked away, her phone still clutched in her hand like a precious treasure.

Ten minutes later, Yaen Chi arrived at Shengyue Mansion, where Bo Yanching and Mo Tingshen had already gone through two bottles.

He hadn’t brought the contract and didn’t have time to prepare.

When Bo Yanching inquired, Yaen Chi replied with surprise, “You’re really buying it?

That hotel of mine was just for fun, not losing money is good enough, but it doesn’t make much.

Miss Lu’s horse ranch has pulled away all the customers.”

Suddenly, a thought struck him, “Coincidentally, the land Shen Shichu bought is right across from it.”

“If you don’t have the contract, draft one now.

Fill in any price you want and have someone send the company seal over,” Bo Yanching instructed.

Yaen Chi caught the displeasure in Bo Yanching’s tone, stood up to grab a computer, and agreed, “Alright.”

Half an hour later, the assistant delivered the company seal, and the contract was printed in duplicate.

After signing, Bo Yanching didn’t even glance at it and threw it aside, instructing Han Chuan, “Start construction tomorrow, turn it into a funeral home.”

“…”

Although Shen Shichu had been secretive, the recent activity couldn’t hide his intentions.

He had acquired the land to build a shopping mall to compete with Bo’s malls.

Out of the blue, placing a funeral home right across from it, who would dare to shop there?

Yaen Chi realized who had crossed Bo Yanching.

He picked up a glass of wine and found a safe spot to sit down.

“Getting angry and suddenly deciding on a funeral home, do you really have it out for her, or does the little lady have that much influence?”