“Sure, sure, sure,” Liang Sheng said, laughing instead of getting angry. She waved her small hand with dramatic flair. “I’ve got plenty of money. This little bit? It doesn’t faze me at all!”
The two burly men exchanged glances and shared a knowing grin. Haha, talk about luck today—they’d run into a rich sucker!
“Come on, WeChat or Alipay?”
Their eyes lit up at the question, and they immediately pulled out their phones.
“Scan my Alipay!”
“Scan mine! Mine!”
They scrambled over each other in a frenzy, their “good brothers” camaraderie evaporating in an instant.
Haha, what a flimsy plastic brotherhood.
Liang Sheng put on a look of profound indecision, pursing her little lips. “Hmm~ Now, who to choose? Oh dear, this is so tough. I, I suffer from choice paralysis, you know? Why don’t you two just decide!”
Go on, fight it out—hurry up and brawl till you’re bloody. Let me have a good belly laugh, maybe grab some melon seeds to munch while I watch the chaos. Now that’s entertainment!
Liang Sheng slipped quietly to a nearby seat and watched the two big lugs squabble.
“Use mine, Brother Wang. I’ll send the money to everyone after!” One simpered, bowing and scraping like a total lackey.
“No, use mine! I’ll split it evenly with the guys later.” The other held his ground, copying the fawning posture with downcast eyes and a servile hunch.
Oh my~ This must be the calm before the storm… or, well, the legendary courtesy before the clash? Liang Sheng was fresh out of quips.
They bickered for a while longer until Ou Lu returned after paying the medical fees. The two burly men still hadn’t reached a verdict.
“What are those two…?” Ou Lu, who had missed the whole scene, stared in confusion at the spectacle.
Liang Sheng patted the seat next to her with excitement. “Come on! Sit!”
“Hm?” Ou Lu sat down, her brow furrowed.
Liang Sheng popped a candy from her pocket into her mouth and smacked her lips. “Watch the monkeys! Watch the monkeys—civilized monkey-viewing!”
“Pfft…” Ou Lu caught on, figuring the green-haired girl meant those two, and let out a chuckle. “Did you put them up to acting like this?”
Liang Sheng pouted. “How could you say that about your little cutie pie~ Sister Ou Lu~”
She snuggled into the Female Boss Lady’s embrace, nuzzling against her like a spoiled kitten. “I only asked who to transfer the money to~ Who knew they’d fight so viciously? It’s really scary~ Sob sob sob~”
Heh, just you wait—one punch per sobby weirdo (not really).
Ou Lu smiled with utter contentment.
“Use mine!”
“Mine!!”
“Mine!!!”
The two were locked in a shouting match, as if whoever yelled loudest would snag the payout.
“This is a hospital,” a young nurse interjected.
“You little—fine, we’ll keep it down.”
Such a quick turnaround? Simple: the nurse was drop-dead gorgeous, with legs for days. The burly men’s eyes were practically glued to those pins.
Good lord! Liang Sheng nearly lost it laughing again.
Only after the nurse walked away did their leering stares finally retract.
“Ahem!”
“Brother, let’s not fight,” one burly man said, making a universal “no way” gesture with his hands. “We can work this out!”
“How?” The other finally paused, panting and red-faced, veins bulging in his neck.
The first guy straightened up. “You know my girlfriend? The hot one. I’ll have her spend the whole day with you tomorrow!”
“Pfft!” Liang Sheng almost spat out her candy.
Good grief, offering up his girlfriend as sacrifice? All for a few tens of thousands?
The other guy hesitated. “Uh…”
He pictured his bro’s girlfriend—all sleek and shiny… Drool nearly dribbled from his mouth.
“Wait!” But then sense kicked in. “No, I’ll take the money.”
His reasoning went like this: With cash in hand, he could hire a bunch of pretty, sexy “working girls.” But his bro’s girlfriend? Just one day, one at a time. Not a fair trade. Not worth it.
“Yaaawn~” Liang Sheng let out an enormous yawn.
“Tired?” Ou Lu asked with concern.
She hugged the green-haired girl tightly and murmured, “If you’re sleepy, just lean on me and rest. I’ll hold you so you stay warm.”
“Mm~ Sister Ou Lu, you’re so gentle~” Liang Sheng’s eyes slowly drifted shut.
“Ding~” Favorability increased.
“Ou Lu’s Favorability toward Liang Sheng: 155”
Just as Liang Sheng was on the verge of dozing off, the operating room door swung open. A doctor stepped out.
“Nothing serious. Just five stitches.”
Liang Sheng shot upright in an instant, rubbing her bleary eyes. She wobbled to her feet, and Ou Lu hurried to steady her, terrified that this girl—who had finally coaxed her iron tree into bloom—might come to any harm.
“Doctor, is he disfigured now?” Liang Sheng asked with gleeful malice.
The doctor pulled off his mask. “Yep. You didn’t sign up for cosmetic sutures, so it’ll scar.”
“Ah?” Liang Sheng turned to Ou Lu.
This time, Ou Lu’s smile carried a wicked edge.
“Ding~”
“Unlocked Ou Lu’s hidden attribute: Black-bellied”
Good grief, who would’ve thought? Haha!
“Nice work, Sister Ou Lu.” Liang Sheng gave her a big thumbs-up.
Then she called out to the two still locked in their pointless spat—completely forgetting their “life-and-death brother” lying in the operating room: “You two, quit it already. Since your buddy’s awake, I’ll just transfer the money straight to him!”
“Huh??”
“Ah?”
Their expressions cycled from shock to fury to deep regret, as if they secretly wished their good friend in surgery had been hurt worse, emerging even later.
“Pfft~” What a pair of clowns.
Liang Sheng asked the doctor, “Can I go in?”
The doctor jerked a thumb inside. “No need. He’ll walk out on his own shortly.”
Clearly, it was no big deal.
Sure enough, less than a minute later, the burly man… no, the one now wrapped head-to-toe in bandages like a walking mummy… shuffled out of the operating room.
“Ah, big bro, you’re okay! That’s great!” Liang Sheng flashed a row of neat little white teeth.
With one eye swathed in bandages, the man could only glare at her with the other—a hilariously lopsided scowl.
Liang Sheng stifled her laughter and dangled her phone in front of him. “Big bro, got WeChat or Alipay? I’m transferring the money—call it compensation for your… mental anguish, haha~”
In the end, the green-haired girl with her pathetically low laugh threshold broke into full-blown giggles.
The moment he heard “transfer,” that single eye gleamed. He ignored her raucous laughter and the sarcasm dripping from her words, immediately rummaging through his pockets for his phone.
But after a frantic search, his pockets were cleaner than his bandaged face—no phone, not even a single yuan or scrap of paper.
