When Feng Wan left the Taekwondo Gym, she felt that there was no hope for her to return to work.
She had never seen the look in Fu Yiming's eyes.
He was a beast hibernating in the dark, showing his fangs, and ready to go, and she was the poor lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
On the bus home, she opened a certain recruitment software and skidded for a long time, but could not find a suitable company.
Feng Wan is just an ordinary undergraduate. Even if she has work experience in Woming, no one would be willing to give her a higher salary besides Woming.
And she needs money.
The bus drove on the viaduct. She opened a small window, and the night breeze struck her, messing up the strands of hair on her forehead. She put her face on the glass, staring at the dim light outside the window, startled.
Her palms shook. She lowered her eyes and saw the caller ID, and her heart fell.
She answered the phone: "Hello~"
"Miss Feng, it's the end of the month, and your father's medical expenses for this quarter have not been settled. Have you encountered any difficulties?" The other party's gentle voice came.
Feng Wan said softly: "No, I have been too busy recently. I will go to the hospital to pay the bill tomorrow."
"Yeah. If you have any difficulties, you can tell me at any time. It may not be of great help, but it is okay to allow a few days of grace."
The one who called was Shen Kuo, Feng Wan's father's attending doctor.
In the early years, when Feng Wan was still a student, she had a total of less than five hundred yuan, but she made up her mind to treat her father. The money she earned from part-time jobs every month, in the face of expensive medical expenses, were nothing but a drop in the bucket, and most of them were supported by Shen Kuo.
Although Feng Wan started working right away after graduation to pay back, this favor was the most difficult to repay, and she didn't dare to trouble him any more.
She hung up the phone and clicked the mobile banking. There was an extra 20,000 yuan in her account, which was transferred from Wo Ming's public account.
If she is fired, the contract with Fu Yiming will definitely disappear. As a result, her income will be even less.
The hospital did not allow credit card payments. She had calculated the money in all her accounts, and she was still 2,000 short.
It seems that she has to borrow money from Xia Xin again.
When she came home, Xia Xin was lying on the sofa eating watermelon.
Seeing her, Xia Xin beckoned her to pass.
"Aren't you suspended for a week? Why didn't you take this opportunity to have a good rest at home? Where did you go?" Xia Xin took out the other half of the watermelon from the refrigerator and handed it to her along with the spoon: "It was specially reserved for you."
Feng Wan took it, dug a bite, and said, "Xia Xin, can you lend me two thousand yuan first?"
"My bank card is in the drawer. You know the password. Get it by yourself." Xia Xin turned around and slumped into the sofa. "Isn't the money for Uncle enough?"
Feng Wan nodded.
Xia Xin sighed, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.
"The last time you went to see Uncle, how was he doing?"
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Provoking Fire
Romance[STORY NOT MINE. FOR OFFLINE READING PURPOSES ONLY.] Rumor has it that Fu Yiming, president of Fu Group, is cold, ruthless, and extremely strict with his subordinates. But Feng Wan has been his secretary for five years. Until one day, Feng Wan was i...
