Chapter 29: I Will Pay Off Your Money!
It was late at night, and the sound of the wind and snow seed to have lessened slightly, turning into a fine pattering sound.
In the room, apart from the occasional 'zizi' sound of the electric oil heater, there were only a few steady breaths.
Jiang Chen was not asleep.
He was calculating.
He now had about several hundred thousand in his card.
This amount of money was definitely a huge sum for an ordinary university student; it was enough to buy a house back in his hotown.
But for Su Qingge, who was facing a debt of thirty million, this might not even be close to the smallest fraction.
To help her, he had to keep completing missions.
Just as various money-making ideas were swirling in Jiang Chen's mind, an extrely faint vibration broke the silence.
Buzz—Buzz—
The sound ca from under Su Qingge's pillow.
Su Qingge, who had been lying on her side with her back to everyone, instantly woke up.
Her movents were swift, carrying a hint of panic. She almost imdiately fumbled for her phone and pressed the answer button.
But she did not speak in the room.
She lifted the covers, didn't even bother putting on a jacket, wearing only that thin sleepwear, and stepped barefoot onto the carpet. Clutching her phone, she rushed into the bathroom as if fleeing a disaster.
Click, the door locked.
Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes.
Lin Wan beside him was also woken up. She drowsily turned over, and one of her legs rested unguardedly on Jiang Chen's leg.
"What's wrong... Sister Su going to the restroom?" Lin Wan mumbled.
"Mhm, it's nothing. Go back to sleep," Jiang Chen gently moved her leg away and helped tuck in the corner of her blanket.
He sat up and perked up his ears.
The soundproofing of this guesthouse was truly terrible; even through a door, the sounds from inside were intermittently transmitted.
"...Let explain... I can't make it, but the roads here are really blocked... It's not an excuse... the news..."
Su Qingge's voice was kept very low, carrying a deliberate, humble tone of appeasent, making her completely unrecognizable from the usually aloof CEO Su.
"...I can make it... even if you give a little more ti... Really, just..."
The anxiety and helplessness in her tone made Jiang Chen's heart clench.
Silence followed for a few seconds.
The voice inside suddenly rose slightly; it was a precursor to losing emotional control.
"...What we had before...! This round of financing is very important to ... If you withdraw your investnt now, my company will truly be finished... Hello?...!"
Then ca a dead silence.
After a long ti, a suppressed sob echoed from inside.
The sound was muffled, as if soone had covered her mouth, allowing only a trace of broken mourning to squeeze out from the depths of her throat.
Jiang Chen sighed.
He lifted the covers, slipped on his slippers, casually grabbed an overcoat to drape over himself, and walked to the bathroom door.
Knock, knock.
He gently knocked twice.
The sobbing inside stopped abruptly.
"Who is it?" Su Qingge's voice was thick with a nasal sound and tinged with panic.
"Sister Su, it's ," Jiang Chen's voice was calm. "Open the door."
"I... I'm using the toilet. Please wait a mont," Su Qingge was lying.
"Sister Su, stop pretending," Jiang Chen did not leave. "I heard everything. Open the door; it's cold in there. You'll freeze."
Silence lingered inside for a long ti.
So long that Jiang Chen thought she wouldn't open it, the sound of the latch retracting rang out.
The door was pulled open a crack.
The light was not turned on.
Borrowing the orange glow from the oil heater outside, Jiang Chen saw Su Qingge sitting on the toilet lid, her entire body curled into a small ball.
She hugged her knees, her face buried in the crook of her arm, her shoulders still trembling slightly.
The white shirt clung to her body, wrinkled, making her look even thinner and weaker.
Jiang Chen didn't speak. He turned sideways and squeezed in, then closed the door behind him.
In the cramped space, the scent of shower gel had not yet dissipated, now mixed with a faint, salty, bitter sll.
"Get out," Su Qingge didn't lift her head, her voice hoarse. "I want to be alone."
"Can being alone solve the problem?" Jiang Chen leaned against the sink, looking down at her. "The financing fell through?"
Su Qingge's body stiffened.
She finally looked up.
Those eyes, usually sharp and arrogant hidden behind lenses, were now swollen red like peaches, filled with bloodshot veins and despair.
She had taken off her glasses and was pinching them in her hand, her knuckles white.
"It fell through," Su Qingge gave a bleak laugh, tears sliding down her cheeks. "Completely fell through. He doesn't want to cooperate with soone who isn't punctual. Actually, I know he was just finding an excuse. No one believes my company can be resurrected..."
She rested her head against the cold tiled wall, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Jiang Chen, I lost."
"I fought for ten years, sleeping only four hours a day, finally managing to build up the small family business. Now... I'm about to lose everything. Not only lose everything, but I'll also be saddled with tens of millions in debt."
"Do you think I'm quite a failure?"
She turned to look at Jiang Chen, a near self-destructive calmness on her face. "For a mont just now, I thought, what if this snow never stopped? Burying here would end it all."
Jiang Chen's heart gave a sharp pang.
He walked over, squatted down, bringing his gaze level with hers.
"Su Qingge," he called her full na for the first ti, his tone frighteningly serious. "Look at ."
Su Qingge looked at him dazedly.
"Isn't it just money?" Jiang Chen reached out and wiped away the tear tracks near her eyes. The rough texture of his fingertips made her tremble. "As long as the person is still here, money is nothing."
"You don't understand..." Su Qingge shook her head. "That's not a few thousand or tens of thousands; that's tens of millions! Where am I supposed to get that money? Sell myself? Even if I did, no one would pay that price! A woman owing tens of millions like has no value, no one pities !"
"Who says no one pities you?"
Jiang Chen suddenly grabbed her wrist; the force was so strong it caused her so pain.
"I'll pay."
The air seed to freeze.
Su Qingge's eyes widened, as if she had heard sothing from a fairy tale: "You... What did you say?"
"I said, I'll pay," Jiang Chen stared into her eyes and said word by word, "However much your company is short, I'll cover it. Your debt, I'll pay it off for you."
"Ha..." Su Qingge let out a laugh, but the tears flowed even more fiercely. "Little brother, this joke isn't funny at all. How much money do you have? This is a debt of tens of millions! Do you know how much I need? Right now, I need five million! And that's only the most urgent part!"
"What if I can produce it?" Jiang Chen's gaze was too certain, so certain it was frightening.
Su Qingge stopped laughing.
She looked at the twenty-two-year-old boy in front of her.
His face still carried a trace of youthful immaturity.
But at this mont, the aura emanating from him, coupled with his domineering behavior over the past two days, actually gave her an illusion—he really could do it.
"Are... are you serious?" Su Qingge's voice trembled.
"Give so ti," Jiang Chen stood up, took off the overcoat he was wearing, and wrapped it around her. "Before noon tomorrow, I will give you an answer."
Just then, that familiar chanical voice exploded in his mind again.
【Ding! Detected the Host's strong desire to invest and desire to protect the beauty.】
【Ergency Tycoon Mission Triggered: Redemption on a Snowy Night.】
【Mission Description: Since you've boasted, you must have the strength to back it up. The Host must complete an excessive consumption before dawn to prove that you are qualified to beco Su Qingge's savior.】
【Mission Requirent: Consumption amount must not be less than 200,000 yuan.】
【Mission Reward: Unlock 'Tycoon Fund Pool' Level One Authorization (Cashback Multiplier increased to 10-100 tis).】
Two hundred thousand?
In this rundown town?
A smile curved the corner of Jiang Chen's mouth.
Things were getting interesting.
"Sister Su," Jiang Chen bent down and, ignoring everything else, scooped Su Qingge up.
Su Qingge gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Go back to sleep," Jiang Chen carried her and pulled open the door. "Wipe your tears dry. Rember, from now on, you belong to . If I don't let you die, not even the King of Hell can take you away."
Back in the room, Jiang Chen tucked Su Qingge back into the quilt.
Su Qingge was as docile as a quail.
She huddled in the quilt, revealing a pair of swollen eyes, constantly staring at Jiang Chen as if he were her only floating piece of wood.
Jiang Chen did not sleep.
He put on his clothes and put his scarf back on.
"Where are you going?" Lin Wan was woken by the movent and mumbled sleepily.
"Going out for a smoke," Jiang Chen casually made up an excuse. "And... to discuss a big deal."
"Big deal?" Chen Man rolled over and mumbled, "Discuss it in your dreams..."
Jiang Chen smiled and closed the door.
The hallway was empty, the cold wind howling.
Jiang Chen took out his phone and glanced at the ti. Three in the morning.
At this hour, in this godforsaken place, spending two hundred thousand.
This was an impossible mission.
But he had to complete it.
Because that was not just money; it was the ticket to that woman's heart.
Jiang Chen took a deep breath and headed toward the duty office downstairs.
Since conventional spending wouldn't work, he would have to play dirty.
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