An Yi Mo was holding a critical illness notice, crying heartbreakingly to her boyfriend on the phone, "Zi Xiao, can you lend me 500,000 yuan? If we don't secure a kidney transplant, my father won't live more than a month!"
"What? Borrow money again? And as much as 500,000 yuan?" Yao Zi Xiao, who was already upset about being woken up, was even more annoyed upon hearing An Yi Mo's request for money.
Tears streaming down her face, An Yi Mo said in a strained voice, "The hospital has a matching kidney donor. If the operation is successful, my father could live a few more years. Zi Xiao, this will be the last time I'll need to spend money on behalf of my father, I promise..."
"Yi Mo, are... are you at the hospital now? There's something I think I should tell you in person." Yao Zi Xiao's voice sounded a bit odd.
After anxiously waiting for half an hour, as soon as she saw Yao Zi Xiao, An Yi Mo ran over and seized his sleeve, "Zi Xiao, did you bring the money?"
"Yi Mo, that money was given to me by my father for renovating our wedding house. I just changed my car, where would I have surplus money for you?" A hint of impatience flashed in Yao Zi Xiao's eyes as he shook off An Yi Mo's grip on his hand, bluntly saying, "Your father has already cost me over 200,000. My parents earn their money through hard work, they're starting to have opinions..."
"Zi Xiao, don't be like that." An Yi Mo, at a loss, had tears streaming down her face, "If you can plead with Uncle and Auntie one more time, I promise this will be the last time. I'll surely respect and serve them diligently in the future. Please, if you don't help me, my father is doomed."
Because of her father's illness, she had borrowed from all their relatives. Now, people were avoiding the sight of her and her mother, let alone answer their calls. Besides Yao Zi Xiao, no one was willing to help her!
"My salary is so small, my money is given to me by my parents for my wedding, they have strictly warned me not to spend another penny on your father." Yao Zi Xiao gave An Yi Mo a displeased look.
"Why don't you tell Uncle and Auntie, can you secretly loan it to me? I promise I'll work my hardest to earn, I'll definitely pay you back, ok?" An Yi Mo looked at Yao Zi Xiao with a last thread of hope.
"That money... has been spent. The renovation for the wedding house was completed three days ago." Yao Zi Xiao glanced at the sick room with some disgust, "Besides, your father's health... spending more money is also futile!"
"It was completed already, why didn't I know anything about it? Didn't we agree that we'd decorate our wedding house and select furniture together?" Blinking, An Yi Mo let the tear trail down her long lashes, she finally realized something, "What was the matter you said you needed to discuss with me in person?"
Looking as though he had made a decisive decision, Yao Zi Xiao coldly said, "To tell you the truth... my parents no longer agree with us being together, they have already chosen a more suitable fiancee for me. Yi Mo, let's break up."
An Yi Mo's face turned pale, looking at Yao Zi Xiao in disbelief, "In... in other words, you're breaking up with me?"
Frowning, a hint of annoyance flashed across Yao Zi Xiao's face, "My parents are old, I can't go against their wishes, they're extremely firm this time. If I don't agree, they will cut off my financial resources."
"Zi Xiao, we're perfectly capable, and you have a decent job, do we really have to rely on our parents?" An Yimo became a bit frantic. She had been with Yao Zi Xiao for over three years, and the sudden mention of a breakup, especially during her father's severe illness, was something she couldn't accept at the moment.
Yao Zi Xiao slightly furrowed his brows, looking at her in dislike as he said, "You know I always listen to my parents, I am a filial son."
Seeing Yao Zi Xiao's determined expression, she blurted out, "Zi Xiao, are you truly being filial to your parents or are you just afraid they'll take away everything they've given you?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yao Zi Xiao appears to be hit where it hurts, his face alternating between green and white, "What about you? Do you truly love me? Since your father was hospitalized, how often do we meet? I've spent so much money on you, what have you done for me? You won't even kiss me, let alone do... It's too late to say anything now. I came to tell you we're breaking up, not to negotiate with you."
"Zi Xiao, is this how you've always felt? My father was ill and I indeed neglected you, I'm sorry. As for...that, I just wanted to save the most beautiful night for our wedding day and also..."
"Enough!" Yao Zi Xiao has lost his patience, interrupting An Yimo's words. "Regardless, the money you borrowed from me before, I won't ask for it back. Consider it a breakup fee."
Yao Zi Xiao suddenly freed his arm from An Yimo's grasp, his aura assertive, "Let go of me, I need to leave, there's nothing left to say between us."
With that said, he turned around and left.
Suddenly, it seemed as if her world was collapsing.
"Zi Xiao, don't go, if you leave, dad will definitely die, wuwu..." An Yimo's eyes blurred with tears, she took a few steps, but Yao Zi Xiao refused to turn back. He even quickened his pace, even beginning to jog as if escaping from a plague.
An Yimo softened to the ground, crying bitterly. Perhaps it was due to being heartbroken from the breakup, or maybe it was for her father's sake.
Without Yao Zi Xiao, her father would surely die.
"Only the weak cry!"
A cold voice echoed overhead, like a mocking devil from Hell.
An Yimo raised her head, stunned to see the strange man standing before her who spoke.
The man was in his twenties, wearing a shirt, standing in front of An YiMo, his towering figure was like a small mountain.
Looking at his appearance, underneath his neat short hair was an incredibly handsome face. Thin lips, high nose bridge, a clearly defined jawline, and a pair of black eyes so profound, that were presently looking at An YiMo with impatience.
Staring at the man's handsome face, An YiMo was stunned for a few seconds before she could react, irritably pouting at the man, "What's it to you?"
An YiMo's dissatisfaction caused the man to scoff disdainfully. He then pulled out something from his pocket and handed it to An YiMo, "Here!"
"This is..." An YiMo stared at the item for a while; was this a check?
He didn't answer An YiMo's question. Seeing her hesitating to accept it, he seemed to have run out of patience, "Can't you recognize a check?"
Upon confirmation, An YiMo slowly rose from the ground, dusted off the dust on her knees and skirt, took it and looked at it. She was startled by the amount on the check.
"Exactly five hundred thousand?" An YiMo even forgot to cry; the pain of the breakup was momentarily thrown at the back of her mind. She looked strangely at the young, handsome, and robust man in front of her, "Is that for me?"
Looking at An YiMo's defensive and doubtful expression, the man scrutinized her from top to bottom with a critical eye, as if examining an item. Then, he derided her coldly, "you are as plain as that woman."
