Chapter 1389: Chapter 1390 Looking at Your Face Like a New Year Painting (2)
Li Yuphei went from disappointment to joy, and then back to disappointment, as if his heart was riding a roller coaster, almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood.
He glared at An Yiqing with annoyance, gritting his teeth and said, "I’ll pay! How much?"
Seemingly oblivious to the anger Li Yuphei conveyed, An Yiqing roughly calculated in her mind, "Your medical fees plus the cost of me saving you, the total is thirty million. But considering the face of Old Master Nan and Nan Tian, I’ll give you a twenty percent discount, twenty-four million. This is my account number, just transfer the money over."
Li Yuphei stared dumbfounded as An Yiqing lowered her head to write her bank account number on a piece of paper and stuffed it into his hand, then carefully listed all the medical expenses on a detailed list, and finally kindly reminded him to ask her if there was anything unclear.
Then, before Li Yuphei could snap back to his senses, An Yiqing swiftly packed her belongings, said goodbye to him, and turned to leave.
The door was gently closed, the sound of the lock pulling Li Yuphei’s thoughts back. Seeing the room empty, he hurriedly turned his wheelchair to chase after her. But after only a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
What was he doing? Why should he chase after her? What’s wrong with him recently?
Li Yuphei suddenly realized that he seemed to be possessed lately, becoming completely different from before. He used to be precise and careful, even slightly obsessively rigid. But these days? He seemed like a young boy eager to make An Yiqing laugh.
Clutching the piece of paper in his hand tightly, Li Yuphei turned his wheelchair a few times, and firmly locked the bedroom door.
He was not normal right now, he needed to calm down!
Meanwhile, after An Yiqing left Li Yuphei’s room, she ran into some not-so-troublesome trouble.
She was blocked by the Nan Family’s Third Young Master, Nan Tong.
Since the last Sun Family wedding banquet, An Yiqing hadn’t thought about Nan Tong again, nor did she have the mind to inquire about his affairs. He was nothing more than a jumping clown who, if not for having powerful parents, might have already ended up dead in a ditch.
An Yiqing remembered later hearing An Zhifeng mention once that after that incident, Nan Tong was grounded by Old Master Nanfeng and severely punished. Even Nan Tong’s parents were scolded furiously by the old master, who threatened that if Nan Tong did not repent, the whole family would be kicked out of the main house.
In short, Nan Tong’s life was miserable now; all his bank cards were frozen, all vehicles including cars and bikes were confiscated. Not to mention partying, even at home he could only eat plain cabbage.
"Oh, Master Nan, haven’t seen you in a few days, you seem to have lost weight," An Yiqing raised an eyebrow, mockingly looking Nan Tong up and down, speaking playfully.
Nan Tong felt uncomfortable being stared at by An Yiqing, he lightly coughed and forced a fake smile.
"Miss An, I waited here especially for you."
"Waiting for me? I wouldn’t dare, I’m of little importance. No need for Master Nan to go out of his way. I’m quite familiar with the Nan Family’s layout, I can find the way out," said An Yiqing, tightening her backpack strap, ready to walk past Nan Tong.
"Miss An, wait!"
Seeing that An Yiqing was about to brush past him, Nan Tong panicked and, without thinking, grabbed An Yiqing’s arm tightly. But before he could secure her arm, suddenly the world spun around him, and he was violently thrown to the ground.
"Ah—!"