Chapter 29: Today, This Little Writer Is Going to Relax to the Fullest
Inside No. 13 Hospital.
Shen Muxue pushed open the wooden door of the hospital room and first adjusted the lilies placed beside the bed.
On the bed, a beautiful woman lay with an oxygen tube, sleeping lightly.
This was Mu Yi’s biological mother, and also Shen Muxue’s stepmother, Tang Ruomei.
She had no reason to lie. Tang Ruomei was indeed in critical condition now, late-stage liver cancer.
It all started after Shen Muxue told her on the phone that the plan had failed.
Tang Ruomei clearly hadn’t expected Gu Zhiren to be so cold and heartless. In her shock, she fainted at home.
After being taken to the hospital, she was diagnosed with late-stage cancer.
She had woken up once during that time, and the first thing she said was to contact Mu Yi.
Looking at Tang Ruomei’s calm sleeping face, Shen Muxue narrowed her eyes slightly and slowly walked over. She sat by the bed, silently watching this mother.
Even though she had never met Mu Yi, she had heard Tang Ruomei talk about her countless times over the years.
In Tang Ruomei’s words, Mu Yi was a genius, someone chosen by heaven, someone Shen Muxue could never catch up to.
And in fact, Shen Muxue really had no talent for piano.
It was hard not to feel a bit unwilling.
She stood up and walked to the window, looking down at the people walking on the grass below, their smiling faces.
At present, most of the funds of William Hotel were tied up in the stock market.
If the working capital used for daily operations was taken to repay the 35 million yuan owed to the Gu Group, the hotel wouldn’t be far from bankruptcy. When that happened, all the employees would lose their jobs.
But more importantly, Tang Ruomei’s illness still needed money for treatment…
Just as she thought this, Shen Muxue received a call.
It was from Mu Yi.
“Hello?”
Her tone wasn’t very good as she answered, frowning slightly.
“Looks like that white-haired girl delivered the message properly. Since you’re willing to call, it means you still consider Tang Ruomei your mother.”
She raised her head slightly, a hint of coldness and dislike in her eyes as she looked out at the sky.
It looked dark, like it might rain soon.
Then she explained Tang Ruomei’s current situation to Mu Yi in detail.
On the other end of the call, Mu Yi showed no change in expression. But the hand holding the business card tightened slightly.
From Shen Muxue’s words, she learned that William Hotel owed a large sum of money to the Gu Group and couldn’t repay it. If things continued like this, the hotel would go bankrupt, and all employees would lose their jobs.
And Tang Ruomei would no longer be able to receive proper treatment.
Mu Yi remained silent.
What she focused on was only one thing. The hotel’s debt, the inability to repay it, and the possibility that Tang Ruomei might die because of it.
“…Originally, things would never have gotten this bad. It’s all because of your childhood friend.”
Hearing this, Mu Yi raised her eyes slightly.
Little Chubby?
Shen Muxue continued, “The boy you used to get along with in Ruolan Town, that’s the creditor of William Hotel. But it seems he doesn’t care about you at all.”
At this point, Shen Muxue let out a short cold laugh. There was a trace of mockery on her face.
“Even when I mentioned you to him, he was still completely heartless toward us.”
Hearing this, Mu Yi frowned slightly but said nothing.
“Mu Yi. You can ignore the hotel employees. After all, they have nothing to do with you. Even if they lose their jobs and face serious problems in their families, what does that have to do with you?”
Shen Muxue paused and glanced at Tang Ruomei on the bed.
“But can you really watch your mother suffer? All these years—”
Holding back her emotions, she took a light breath and slowed her voice, stressing each word.
“Mom has never forgotten you. She has always been waiting for you. Waiting for you to call, waiting for you to come back. She even had me learn piano… but when she taught me, she would sometimes call me by your name. She has always loved you…”
Listening to all this, Mu Yi suddenly let out a small laugh.
“Heh…”
“Are you laughing? What’s so funny?”
“Ah… sorry. I’m just not trained to hold it in, so I can’t help it.”
At this point, Mu Yi asked directly, “Just say it. What do you want me to do? Let me be clear first, I can’t pay 35 million. Anything else, I can consider.”
Hearing this, Shen Muxue became sure that Mu Yi would help her. A relieved smile appeared on her face. From the beginning, she never planned to ask Mu Yi to repay the debt.
She only wanted Mu Yi to attend Gu Zhiren’s birthday party as a “friend,” and then create a situation that would put Gu Zhiren in a difficult position, something she could use against him.
…………………………
A moment later, Mu Yi hung up the phone and looked at the time on the screen.
It was already almost six o’clock.
She had planned to rest for a while and then write, but now her mind was a mess.
In this state, anything she wrote wouldn’t be good.
So it was better to take a day off!
Mu Yi found yet another reason not to write.
Of course, she still needed to think carefully about how to explain it.
Her body tilted, and she lay on her side on the sofa. Her eyes glanced at the comic book that had fallen to the corner of the low table. It was within reach, but she didn’t feel like picking it up.
Shen Muxue’s business card was still in her hand.
The conversation was still echoing in her mind. At the end, Shen Muxue had asked her a question, which is more important, her mother or an outsider?
She was forced to choose between Tang Ruomei and her childhood friend.
Mu Yi didn’t want to choose.
She felt this was the kind of question that would waste a lot of brainpower and still have no correct answer.
Deep down, she wanted to avoid thinking about it and didn’t want to face it.
She even started to wonder if something was wrong with her earlier.
Otherwise, why did she make that call?
She really brought trouble to herself.
At that moment, Mu Yi happened to glance at the four-leaf clover bracelet on her left wrist.
Wasn’t it supposed to bring good luck?
She turned her wrist and looked at the bracelet, then let out a helpless sigh.
She was just about to rest her head on her arm and lie down.
Suddenly, her phone, just put aside, made a familiar “beep beep” sound.
It was the editor!
What does she want now?
Mu Yi picked up her phone again, rested her cheek on her left hand, and stared at the screen with wide eyes.
Editor Mayonnaise: “Tomorrow is the weekend. Tonight, same plan, battle royale! Ready to play all night? Soldier Mu Yi, respond when you receive this.”
Editor Mayonnaise: “Gunfire noises.jpg”
After reading the message, Mu Yi froze for a moment. Then her eyes lit up slightly.
She suddenly felt energized and happily prepared to reply “yes.”
But in the next second, she paused, tilted her head, and looked at the ceiling in confusion.
It felt like she had forgotten something.
What did she forget?
She forgot…
“Ah!”
Gu Zhiren!
Thinking about how he spanked her and forcefully kissed her, Mu Yi took a sharp breath. She subconsciously touched her lips, then covered her still-sore butt.
Skipping writing, asking for leave, and then staying up all night gaming with the editor…
If Gu Zhiren finds out, am I done for?
She felt nervous for a moment.
Then her expression calmed down again.
Forget it. She really didn’t feel like writing today. If he comes, then he comes. She’ll deal with it when it happens.
For now, she would just enjoy playing games with the editor.
Oh right, and later, she should also put the clothes Gu Zhiren gave her up for sale online!