Teasing the Icy President - Chapter 21 - Who Paid the Medical Bills

Mu Qingtian walked out under the complex and peculiar gazes of those around her. She closed the door, glanced at the people nearby, who quickly lowered their heads and busied themselves with their own tasks. Sigh, how unlucky can I get? Always bumping into an iceberg, it’s giving me a headache. She rubbed her little head and returned to her office, where she saw the beautiful manager.

“Hey, hello,” she greeted the manager foolishly. The manager glanced at her and asked, “Are you hurt? Are you okay?” “Not really,” she shook her head. Thinking about her uncertain fate made her feel so wronged that she almost burst into tears when the manager asked.

Just then, her phone rang. It was her mom. “Mom, why are you calling me?” Mu Qingtian answered the phone. On the other end, her mother’s voice was gentle but tired, “Qingtian, do you still have money? Your dad’s illness has flared up again, and he’s in the hospital.”

“What? Dad… How much do you need?” She glanced at the manager, realizing it was inconvenient to talk here, and hurried to the toilet, which showed it was unoccupied.

“About sixty thousand,” her mom said helplessly and anxiously. The sound made Mu Qingtian even sadder, but she didn’t hesitate to say, “Mom, I have it, I have it. Don’t worry, I’ll transfer the money to you right away. Just wait.”

After hanging up, she started worrying about where to get that much money. She paced back and forth in the toilet, her heart filled with anxiety. Suddenly, she thought of her salary. I can ask for an advance! She was overjoyed and, without thinking further, rushed to the office.

Inside, it was already silent. Did he leave so quickly? She thought for a moment, hesitated, then knocked on the door. Receiving no response, she barged in again, “Uncle…”

She looked up to meet his gaze. He was calmly sitting in his chair, reading the newspaper, as if nothing had happened earlier. Seeing her rush in, he seemed a bit displeased and said coldly, “Don’t you know you can’t come in without my permission?”

“Uh… Sorry, because I have an urgent matter.” Her tone suddenly weakened. Strange, wasn’t she usually good at retorting? Why was she acting so odd now?

He looked at her curiously and said, “Speak.”

“Can I have an advance on two months’ salary?” She hesitated for a moment before blurting it out. This couldn’t wait any longer; her dad’s life was at risk.

She gritted her teeth and spoke bravely, her heart pounding, her face already flushed with nervousness and embarrassment. He frowned, “You have such big expenses? Who do you owe money to?” he asked.

“I really need it urgently, uncle. Don’t ask so many questions; I’ll explain later.”

Mu Qingtian was about to cry, and he still asked her like this. She couldn’t take it. He nodded, took out a document from a pile on the desk, and pulled out a card from his pocket, placing it on the document. “Sign this, and here’s a bank card. The password is . Just make a transaction, and you don’t need to repay the money.”

Mu Qingtian didn’t quite understand, “Transaction? What transaction?” She didn’t have time to think. She quickly signed her name on the document, grabbed the card, and ran out, not even glancing at what she had signed. She couldn’t care less; her mind was only on her dad’s condition.

She rushed to the bank as fast as she could. When she checked the balance, she was stunned to see a million! Her eyes widened, and without hesitation, she withdrew sixty thousand. As the bills came out, she regretted it, thinking it would be safer to use a card at the hospital. Realizing this, she hurried to the counter, shouting, “Miss, miss, please help me deposit the money. I’ll give you a five hundred tip.”

The teller perked up at this and, amidst a chorus of complaints, helped her deposit the money. Mu Qingtian reluctantly handed over the five hundred, grimacing as she left, heart aching as if she were about to cry. She sat in the car, muttering about her five hundred, as if afraid others wouldn’t know she had been fleeced.

Her home wasn’t in this city, so she had to take a bus to Huaxiang County. While calling her mom and feeling anxious, her mom told her over the phone that some kind-hearted person had already paid her dad’s medical bills, and he was undergoing surgery. She asked if it was one of her classmates.

Mu Qingtian was surprised, hung up, and immediately thought of Nie Shuangshuang. “Shuangshuang, Shuangshuang, did you pay for my medical bills?” She called her friend, who was napping, and Shuangshuang replied groggily, “Huh, what? I don’t know.”

“You didn’t? My dad’s medical bills… Wasn’t it you who paid?” Mu Qingtian was puzzled. Nie Shuangshuang suddenly became alert, “Ah, what’s wrong with uncle? Is he sick? Where is he? I’ll come over right away.”

It seemed it wasn’t Nie Shuangshuang. Then who could it be? Mu Qingtian frowned, paused, and said to Shuangshuang, “Ah, it’s nothing, nothing. I’ll hang up now. Don’t come over; I’m going home. I’ll explain another day.”

Sitting in the car, time passed slowly. The phone remained silent, and Mu Qingtian was lost in thought, feeling uneasy. Who could be so kind to help her? Besides Nie Shuangshuang, no one around her had money. Well, except for that odd uncle, but she doubted it was any of them.

Could it be a prince charming appearing in her life? She felt a bit excited. Wow, my prince charming! She imagined a fairy tale, only to be shattered by reality. Who would like someone as chubby as me? Sigh, stop daydreaming. She consoled herself, feeling a bit pained, thinking if only she had a money machine, her dad’s illness wouldn’t be a worry.

Feeling a bit unbalanced inside, why do the good-looking ones have all the luck? Why can’t someone chubby like her? Boohoo, God is indeed unfair. But then again, God is fair; look, she now had a lot of money in her hands.

Suddenly, she froze. Money! Her card! She quickly checked her bag. It was still there. She wiped her forehead, relieved, and glanced around. Hmm, I’m not outstanding, my clothes are ordinary, I’m quite unremarkable, definitely not a target for thieves.

She realized a very serious problem: “What exactly did I sign?” Right, she was in such a hurry then, she didn’t even look at it. Could it be something illegal? Oh no… If that’s the case, wouldn’t she be committing a crime? The more she thought about it, the more scared she became. That odd uncle wouldn’t be so ruthless, right?

But she had seen his fierce and sinister face before. Tsk tsk, she couldn’t sit still. It wasn’t convenient to talk here, better send a message.

“Dear odd uncle, may I ask what contract you had me sign? Is it legal?” She added a smiley face, hoping it wouldn’t anger him. Thinking it over, it shouldn’t. Then she gently pressed send, and the message flew away.

At that moment, Ye Ziqian was listening to Lu Zizhong report on company matters. His phone beeped with a message. Annoyed, he glanced at it. Who’s being so annoying? Don’t they know he hates being interrupted by texts and dislikes replying to them? He picked up the phone, opened it, and saw the message.

“Dear odd uncle, may I ask what contract you had me sign? Is it legal?”

“Who’s the odd uncle?” he replied, amused. What’s this person up to? After a moment’s thought, he added, “Where have you disappeared to?” and sent it off.

Mu Qingtian waited anxiously, startled by the vibrating message. Seeing it was indeed from Ye Ziqian, she felt a bit of unexpected joy. But upon reading it, she almost fainted. Just knew he’d scold me, didn’t I?

She gloomily typed, “Called you wrong, forgive me. I’m on my way home to see my dad. What’s your contract about? Don’t be so mysterious…” Then she pressed send, and it vanished.

Ye Ziqian saw the message, a faint smile appearing on his lips. He typed, “We’ll talk when you’re back,” and put down the phone, asking Lu Zizhong, “Is that matter taken care of?”

“What?” Lu Zizhong knew his boss was distracted and said, “Are you referring to paying the medical bills for the little girl?” “It’s little fatty, not little girl,” he insisted.

“Alright, little fatty-” Lu Zizhong repeated, then replied, “Yes, we transferred the money as soon as we found out.” “Could it be she asked for an advance for this?”

He thought for a moment and asked, “How much were the medical bills?”

“Sixty thousand,” Lu Zizhong said. “Additionally, her father has been moved to the best ward, with the best doctors arranged. Is that okay?”

Ye Ziqian nodded, asking no more about it, seemingly pondering something. Lu Zizhong didn’t say more, standing by and waiting for further instructions.

Meanwhile, Mu Qingtian saw the message and silently cursed, “So unfair, humph, fine, we’ll talk when I’m back, annoying odd uncle.” She suddenly remembered she should ask about the medical bills but felt embarrassed to bring it up again. Sometimes, she was just shy and nervous, unsure of what to do. She shook her head, decided to wait until she saw her parents, and then ask.

So she didn’t reply, and Ye Ziqian felt a bit restless. He didn’t know why, maybe it was the hot weather making him uneasy?

He glanced at the sky outside, gray and gloomy. The weather here wasn’t great, but it was sunny when the text came in, wasn’t it? How did it turn so gloomy so quickly? His expression was also dark, which Lu Zizhong noticed. Lu Zizhong “coughed” to remind his boss not to get distracted.

Ye Ziqian snapped back to reality, looked at Lu Zizhong, and asked, “How’s the situation over there?” “That Manager Feng is indeed unprofessional, sitting there like an ant on a hot pan, probably weighing which is more important.”

“By now, he should have thought it through. Call him over,” Ye Ziqian smiled slightly, but the smile carried a hint of malice, a touch of wickedness. Anyone daring to cross him wouldn’t have a good end.

Lu Zizhong took his leave, and Ye Ziqian inadvertently glanced at his phone, pausing for a moment. While fiddling with his phone, he accidentally resent, “When are you coming back? Be careful, or I’ll dock your pay.” He chuckled smugly. Docking pay was Mu Qingtian’s Achilles’ heel. That money-loving person would surely comply. He had found her weak spot.

Sure enough, when Mu Qingtian saw the message, she jumped in frustration, clutching her worn-out phone, muttering softly, “So unfair, so unfair, threatening to dock my pay. Who do you think you are, king of the world? You’re a devil! Devil! Go to hell!”

Then everything around her fell silent. Her face turned red with embarrassment as she glanced at everyone, apologizing, “Ah, I wasn’t talking about you guys. Carry on with your conversations.”

She sat down, staring at the glowing screen, speechless, yet already “in tears.” “Is it easy for me? And now you’re exploiting me? Once I check on my dad’s condition, I’ll rush back. Is that okay?”

She sighed, pressed send, and watched it fly away, leaning back in her seat, her heart still racing. Don’t dock my pay; it’s my lifeline. She thought, looking at the gloomy weather outside, her good mood gone.

How could it be like this? So unfair. Mu Qingtian rubbed her stomach. So hungry, how could she get hungry so easily? Oh, she hadn’t had lunch, and it was already five in the afternoon. No wonder she was starving. Should she find something to eat? Her eyes lit up. Indeed, the thought of food always brought happiness.