Chapter Eighteen: Exchanging Three Hundred Million

"I can help you."

Lin Mochen looked at the girl who had spoken in shock.

Why? Why would she help him?

He instinctively wanted to refuse, but his father’s pale face flashed through his mind.

He fell silent.

Why help him... wasn't the answer actually quite simple?

From the very beginning, all he had was himself.

And the only thing he had to offer was... himself.

Was he to sacrifice himself in exchange for this money?

Lin Mochen should have refused, but at the thought of his father, he remained silent.

He was willing to give everything to buy his father a chance at life.

The doctor, however, did not overthink things as Lin Mochen did. Watching the scene, he furrowed his brows.

He shook his head inwardly, surprised that such a handsome young man would be this kind of person, actually relying on selling himself for money. How times had changed!

"Thank you," Lin Mochen said in a low voice.

He knew what this girl wanted, but for his father’s sake, he had no other choice.

Liu Yiyi glanced at him in confusion. Shouldn't he be happy? Why was he so somber instead?

"No need to be so formal. My surname is Liu, I’m Liu Yiyi."

She then turned to the doctor: "Please prepare the payment slip."

Liu Yiyi paid the first installment quickly and decisively.

The remaining balance would depend on whether the surgery was successful.

After the two left, the doctor shook his head: "Sigh, the young people these days... I don't get them."

"Such a beautiful young lady, and she's actually willing to spend money on this kid. She must be out of her mind."

"Though, the lad is certainly handsome. It’s a pity his family background is poor and his father is critically ill."

"That's hardly a good place to land. If it were my daughter, I’d have broken her legs."

The doctor sighed: "I hope this Miss Liu doesn't get taken for a ride. These handsome guys are the best at deception."

He smoothed over the few sparse hairs on his head.

With the money secured, the doctor soon arranged the surgery.

Lin Mochen’s father was wheeled in, and the lights of the operating room flickered on.

In the hallway, the two stood in silence, the air seeming to freeze.

Liu Yiyi felt her task was complete and asked softly: "Is there anything else you need?"

If there was nothing else, she intended to cash out her stocks and go on a happy shopping spree!

Lin Mochen trembled all over.

His eyes flickered, his voice low and hoarse: "Give... give me an address."

Liu Yiyi was stunned for a moment.

An address? Did he have nowhere to stay?

She thought to herself that since she had already chosen to invest in him, she should be generous. Besides, she wasn't short of this pocket change anyway.

She might as well open a room for him next to her hotel.

After all, the future Best Actor would pay her back with interest.

Thinking this, she recited the hotel name and room number.

Upon hearing the name of the hotel, Lin Mochen’s face flushed a deep red, even his earlobes burning.

He lowered his head and nodded gently.

Liu Yiyi looked at him, puzzled. What was going on? She just gave him an address, why was he blushing?

In any case, there shouldn't be anything else.

"I'll be going then," Liu Yiyi said. "Don't work too late."

"Also, I see your clothes are dirty. Remember to find some time to change."

She felt she was being quite considerate; one shouldn't ruin their own health while caring for a parent.

Looking at the stains on his clothes, it was clear he hadn't rested in days.

Hearing this, Lin Mochen looked up abruptly, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

Watching Liu Yiyi’s retreating figure, his heart was a swirl of mixed emotions.

"She... is she reminding me not to be late, to get to the hotel early and be prepared?"

Did things... have to progress this quickly? A look of bewilderment crossed his face.

Why did she choose to help him? They had only just met for the first time.

But regardless of the reason, the fact remained that she had helped him.

From now on, his life belonged to her.

"No matter what she asks for, I will do it."

He looked down at his own clothes—shabby and soiled.

And Miss... Miss Liu, she was so dazzling, like the sun.

A sense of inferiority welled up in Lin Mochen’s heart, yet the red on his ears refused to fade.

Liu Yiyi had serious business to attend to; she was planning to cash out all her stocks.

Zhang Mingyuan, the CEO of XG-Tech, sat across from her, his brow slightly furrowed: "Are you really going to sell everything? It might continue to rise in the future."

Liu Yiyi smiled and shook her head: "I've earned enough this time."

Her fingers tapped lightly on the screen, completing the final stock transaction.

A notification pinged: "Your account ending in 5431 has received 300 million."

Hearing this, a flash of surprise crossed Zhang Mingyuan's eyes, followed by deep admiration.

This young person not only had courage but also knew when to quit while she was ahead.

If she didn't make money, who would?

Liu Yiyi picked up her bag, "I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be going."

The unfinished building project wasn't urgent yet; there was still plenty of time before the final payment was due.

Now, it was time to reward herself!

She headed straight for the Emperor Plaza, the most luxurious shopping mall not only in Shanghai but in all of Asia.

Standing in the heart of the city, where every inch of land was worth gold, the skyscraper was incredibly opulent and magnificent.

The golden revolving doors turned slowly, and inside lay a world of dazzling brilliance.

It felt like a boundary line, sharply separating it from the outside world.

Huge crystal chandeliers cascaded down like waterfalls, and the Italian imported Carrara marble floors reflected her image, clear as a mirror.

Hanging on the wall behind the service center were authentic Van Goghs and Monets, said to have insurance premiums alone worth hundreds of millions.

Even the elevators were elegant, curved, and inlaid with champagne-colored mirrors.

"Welcome, distinguished guest." The elevator attendant, dressed in a custom Armani suit, bowed slightly.

The elevator rose slowly, and through the panoramic glass, Liu Yiyi looked down at everything below.

Each floor was an independent kingdom of a brand.

At the entrance of LV stood live models, the Gucci carpets were woven from pure silk, and Hermes bags were displayed in pure gold cabinets.

The staff wore tailcoats and bowed with perfect etiquette.

Here, there was no "richest," only "richer."

The air was permeated with a specially crafted perfume, said to be designed by a master perfumer.

Everyone who remained in this Emperor Shopping Mall at this hour was either wealthy or noble.

Just on the way in, Liu Yiyi had seen many noble ladies.

In a jewelry store, a middle-aged woman wearing a string of South Sea pearls the size of pigeon eggs was selecting jewelry.

On the other side, a man was choosing to buy an entire jewelry collection for his hesitant wife.

As the elevator continued upward, a tall young woman was trying on an evening gown covered in diamonds, and the clerk was smiling and offering lavish compliments.

The elevator stopped briefly, and a few more young men and women stepped in, chatting and laughing about which style would be more suitable for an upcoming private yacht trip, and which stars to invite to perform.

Not to mention the "old money"—an elderly gentleman with silver hair sat in a private, members-only shop, savoring fine wine.

He wore a seemingly ordinary vintage watch on his wrist, but Liu Yiyi recognized it as an extremely rare antique Patek Philippe, which might be worth more than the entire collection of the wine cellar.

This was not just a shopping center; it was a palace of wealth and a symbol of power.

Behind the exquisite merchandise, every price tag challenged the limits of human imagination.

Liu Yiyi headed toward her first destination of the day.