"I couldn't sleep last night, and I seemed to hear you crying, Aunt Wang." Fang Yu said.
"You, you heard it wrong, Xiaoyu." Wang Yan bit her lip and said.
"I think I heard it right. Aunt Wang, Yueyue is not at home now, you don't need to hide it." Fang Yu said.
Wang Yan looked at Fang Yu, was silent for a few seconds, then her eyes turned red, and she said: "Some time ago, my ex-husband often went to the restaurant where I worked to ask me for money and make trouble. After that, I was fired."
"Last week, I received a call. My father accidentally fell while farming in his hometown and injured his spine. The operation requires 50,000 yuan..."
"In the past few years, I have worked in the restaurant, and the money I earned is just enough to pay Yueyue's tuition and book fees, and maintain a basic life... I have no savings at all. But my father's injury must be operated on as soon as possible. If it is delayed, he will become a vegetable."
"But I don't have the money to operate on him now, and I even lost my job. I don't know how to raise Yueyue's tuition for the next semester... And my ex-husband, I don't know how much money he owes outside, and I don't know how many people will come to my door..."
Wang Yan couldn't say anything more, just crying.
God is so cruel to her, she really doesn't know what to do.
She has been very depressed these days and once wanted to commit suicide. But in front of her daughter, she still pretended that nothing had happened. She didn't want Yu Yueyue to be unhappy.
Now facing Fang Yu, Wang Yan
felt much better after speaking out the troubles in her heart.
After wiping her tears, Wang Yan looked at Fang Yu in front of her and forced a smile: "I'm sorry, Xiaoyu, I made you laugh."
Fang Yu shook her head, stood up from the sofa, took out a stack of banknotes from her pocket and put it on the table.
"Auntie Wang, there are about 100,000 yuan here, you can use it for emergency." Fang Yu said.
When Wang Yan saw the stack of money, her face changed.
"Xiaoyu, you, what are you doing? This, this money, you got it from..."
In Wang Yan's eyes, Fang Yu was a more pitiful person. He was only a teenager, but he had no family or friends. He was often alone at home and only bought some vegetables for meals...
It was precisely because of this that Wang Yan often invited Fang Yu to her home for dinner.
But Fang Yu suddenly took out 100,000 yuan now, which is too unreasonable.
Fang Yu is a high school student, without a job, where does he get so much money?
Wang Yan's first thought was that Fang Yu had done something illegal.
"Don't worry, Aunt Wang, this money... was given to me by a friend of mine." Fang Yu found a reason.
"Friend? How can you have a friend? Xiaoyu, tell me the truth, where did this money come from? Did you do something..." Wang Yan said a little angrily.
"Absolutely not, Aunt Wang, this money is definitely not obtained by stealing, I swear to heaven. If this money is obtained by stealing, I will be struck by lightning, and I will not..." Fang Yu was a little helpless. In this day and age, giving money to others, you have to swear a poisonous oath. It's really hard to be a good person.
"Don't swear such a poisonous oath! I believe you!" Wang Yan quickly interrupted Fang Yu's poisonous oath.
Fang Yu shut up.
"But I can't take this money. No matter who gives it to you, it's your money. Your life is already so difficult, how can I lend you money? Take it back, Xiaoyu, Auntie Wang, I will think of other ways..." Wang Yan said.
Fang Yu paused and said, "Auntie Wang, I'm telling the truth, but you may not believe it."
"Huh?" Wang Yan looked at Fang Yu in confusion.
"Actually, I'm the richest man in China." Fang Yu said.
(End of this chapter)