Chapter 545： regret

Chapter 545 Regret

Cheng's father and Xie Jianshu both went to raise money. Cheng Ziyi stayed alone in the hospital, looking at Cheng's mother, who was covered in bandages and her face was almost deformed due to injury, Cheng Ziyi couldn't help crying.

I'm sorry, Mom, I'm sorry...

If she is given another chance, she will definitely not be obsessed with ghosts.

The nurse didn't know why, but when she saw her crying sadly, she couldn't help but comfort her.

Cheng's father and Xie Jianshu searched all over their relatives and friends, and managed to scrape together 30,000 yuan, which was barely enough for 3 days of ICU expenses.

The owner of Cheng's mother's private car came to the hospital to see them. After knowing their difficulties, out of sympathy, he helped advance 20,000 yuan.

"Jianshu, you should go back first, you have to go to work tomorrow, Xiulian is here for me to watch over."

The night outside the window was already deep. Seeing that Xie Jianshu was still sitting on the bench, Cheng's father took the initiative to say.

Xie Jianshu was worried, "Brother-in-law, what about your store?"

Father Cheng was left speechless by the question.

What else can I do? I will definitely continue to do it. The food and drink of the whole family, as well as the medical expenses of the wife, depend on this store.

But his wife was lying unconscious in the hospital, not knowing if she would wake up. Cheng's father, a 40-year-old man who had been bullying him all his life, was feeling afraid of regret and self-blame for the first time.

Afraid that his wife would not wake up, and regretted his usual violent temper.

My wife has been married to me for more than ten or twenty years, and I haven't lived a good life...

Cheng's father couldn't help but lower his head and wipe away his tears.

Looking at the sad and helpless father of Cheng, Xie Jiancai made up his mind and said: "Brother-in-law, I will resign and work in your shop."

Cheng's father was so stunned that he even forgot his sadness, "Jianshu..."

Xie Jianshu smiled, "My job, with insurance deducted, costs 5,000 yuan a month. I'm tired of it. Brother-in-law, I'll help you. We've made the store prosperous. Are you afraid we won't make money?"

In this situation, my brother-in-law is willing to come to the store to help, which is a timely help for Cheng's father.

But his job is from morning to night, tired and dirty, and he has to suffer. Xie Jianshu is easy and decent as an accountant in the company, and he is worried that the other party will not be able to bear it.

He held back his tempting, and seriously persuaded him: "Jianshu, don't be impulsive, I can recruit more people if I am too busy in the store, you have been working in this company for almost five years, isn't your boss going to give you a salary increase? And it’s almost the end of the year, don’t you still have 20% of the year-end bonus? It’s a pity to give up now.”

"Brother-in-law, you don't need to persuade me, I've already thought about it."

Cheng's father thought for a while before nodding, "Okay, come to my shop and do it. I will share 30% of the monthly profits with you."

"Okay, thank you brother-in-law."

Xie Jianshu was a little happy.

According to the current momentum of the small shop, it can make a profit of almost 30,000 a month, and the third achievement is 9,000, which is no worse than his current job.

Cheng's father wanted to run a business, so the burden of taking care of Cheng's mother naturally fell on Cheng Ziyi.

After learning about her family's situation, the school happily granted her a one-week long vacation. Considering the Cheng family's financial difficulties, the student union even launched a fundraising campaign.

It not only expresses the kindness of the school, but also has a positive publicity, so as to attract more poor students with excellent grades.

Jiayi’s students are mostly from well-off families, and their donations are also generous. In just one day, they raised more than 100,000 yuan.

The money was sent to the hospital by the school leaders and the sympathy representatives sent by Class 2 of Yingcai.

The thin check seemed to weigh heavily in Cheng Ziyi's hand, and tears fell down her cheeks.

(end of this chapter)