C20

When I left Yi Xudong's house, it was already around 9 PM. The moon was lazily hanging in the sky.

Yi Xudong followed closely behind me, and without saying a word, led me out of the carriage.

"You are so clean and pure, as if you have not been contaminated by the crystal. You should be held in your hands." Yi Xudong's eyes became feverish, and he actually directly grabbed onto my hand, and his slightly cold lips covered the back of my hand.

Yi Xudong didn't seem to think that I would have such a huge reaction. My brown eyes were filled with injuries. I leaned to the side guiltily.

"Sorry, I was too impulsive."

Seeing that I was startled by his actions, Yi Xudong laughed at himself. He slowly raised both his hands to show that he was not interested in Qing He, and said: "Qing He, I won't do anything that goes beyond my expectations."

The slightly cold and slippery feeling on the back of my hand made me flustered. I casually replied, but I didn't notice the ridicule that flashed past Yi Xudong's face.

The car moved quickly. I got out of the car and thanked him. I walked towards the house absentmindedly.

Since the tenement had been in place for a certain number of years, the sound control lights on our floor had become shamefully dull. I used to walk up in the dark, but my feet kicked a soft spot.

I almost fell down the stairs.

The man grunted and pulled me back with his long arm. I panicked a little as I thought that brother Chuang would follow me to the small sector like a ghost. However, when I smelt the faint scent of tobacco from the man's body, a person suddenly surfaced in my mind.

"Jin Zicheng?" I shouted uncertainly. Logically speaking, why would such a proud and arrogant person come to this dust filled place?

"Are you that cheap?" The man who was crouching sprang to his feet, his big hand grabbing my chin and forcing me against the cold wall.

"Even if it's Miss, she shouldn't just buy a set of clothes, right?"

Jin Zicheng's voice was filled with cold ridicule. His pair of eyes were completely red as he stared at me, as if he wished for nothing more than to burn a hole in me.

"Little He?"

Red Cloud's somewhat panicked voice was heard from above their heads and the sound control light in the corridor was immediately turned on. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness and were stinging from the sudden brightness.

"Stay far away from Yi Xudong, or else I won't mind leaving no room for you here ever again."

The big palm continuously exerted force, just when I suspected that even my jaw was about to be crushed by him. Jin Zicheng suddenly let go of his hand and turned to go down the stairs.

I leaned against the wall, both physically and mentally exhausted, listening to his footsteps gradually fade away. Red Cloud saw him leave and ran to my side. She held my arm with a guilty expression on her face.

"I'm fine." I smiled and told her not to worry.

"Qing He." Seemingly very determined, only then did Hong Yun's eyes turn red as he said to me, "Actually, I already saw Young Master Jin at the corridor a long time ago. It was he who didn't let me say …" He looked at me uneasily, as if he was afraid I would be angry.

"I'm fine."

How can I blame her for this?

Like Red Cloud, I'm at the bottom of society. They were like lowly ants, allowing them to trample around freely.

"How is Mo Mo?" He carefully took off his skirt, folded it and put it aside, preparing to return it to him the next time they met.

"The doctor said he needed to be operated on quickly." Hong Yun choked with sobs and said, "The surgery fees added to the costs later on, I'm afraid even a million wouldn't be enough."

I paused and said softly, "It's alright. There will be a way."

I don't know if this is comforting Red Cloud, or comforting myself.

"It's all because I'm useless." Hong Yun beat himself with remorse, tears streaming down his face.

I stepped forward and put my arm around her shoulders. I am also useless. Facing their torture and torture, I don't even have the ability to resist. If it wasn't for my luck being saved a few times, I would have fallen into a quagmire.

"Let's go to the hospital to see Mo Mo tomorrow."

I patted Red Cloud on the shoulder and suddenly felt tired.

The next day, he was drowsily woken up by the red clouds. Looking at the bedside clock, it was almost noon. The wounds on his body ached faintly. He sighed as he looked at the bruises on his arm.

See you at the hospital.

The words on the red cloud were still crooked, and I felt teary. She probably felt that I was too tired recently, so she didn't call me and went to the hospital first.

However, when I arrived at the hospital and saw Mo Mo inserting various types of catheters into the ICU, my face was pale and withered, and my heart was wrenched up fiercely.

Red Cloud was sobbing silently beside me.

Right at this moment, I made up my mind. No matter what price I had to pay, I would rescue Mo Mo from the brink of life and death.

"Qing He, the doctor said that the follow-up treatment will require more than a million more, we have already tried our best …"

With reddened eyes, reality forced her to harden her heart. I know that all of Hong Yun's savings for the past few years have successively fallen on Mo Mo's shoulders, but I really couldn't bear it anymore as I lightly patted her shoulder.

"Let me think of a way."

The red cloud stopped talking, and we gradually fell silent through the glass of the ICU.

I cannot give up on Mo Mo's life, even if everyone has to give up on her, I have to give it my all.

Walking out of the hospital, I kept calculating Mo Mo's treatment fees and the balance in my bank account. In the end, even if I added in the one million that Sister Yun gave me, I would still be able to hold on for around two months.

After thinking about it, I called Sister Yun.

The voice on the other end of the phone was very noisy, as if it was at a party. Sister Yun was silent for a while and then moved to a quiet place to ask what was going on.

Seeing her indifferent attitude, I understood in my heart that after all, this isn't the time to ask for my help from her a few days ago. Actually, I understand Sister Yun's personality very well. If I were to borrow money from her this time, I would most likely return with a low price.

"Sister Yun, Mo Mo has stomach cancer … …" I was a little sad. After being here for so many years, there are still only a few people who could survive together.

Sister Yun immediately became vigilant, and her voice became sad. They recalled Mo Mo's past working at Yin Zun, and as they talked, they started to sob.

Seeing that she was about to speak further and further away, he silently sighed and interrupted her.