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Chapter 132 Dimensionality Reduction Strike

The pressure was applied to He Qiaoyun, who was clearly caught off guard and looked completely lost, her mind blank.

Xu Hui clicked his tongue. "What's there to hope for or not? Nobody cares about you. Just go."

Feng Jiashu stared longingly at He Qiaoyun, "Really? You don't want to see me that much?"

At this moment, He Qiaoyun's mind was in turmoil. She couldn't answer Feng Jiashu's question, especially since she was already moving out. If she continued to argue with him, it would only make both of them feel bad.

So she said, "You should all go back now, it's getting late."

After saying that, the door closed, leaving the two of them outside.

Xu Hui smiled smugly at Feng Jiashu, "See? She didn't want to talk to you, she just let me in."

Feng Jiashu glanced at the apple peel that had been spat on the ground, frowned slightly, snorted coldly at him, and then turned and left.

Xu Hui followed him, walking beside him. "Hey, let me tell you, stop bothering Qiaoyun. Haven't you done enough to her?"

Feng Jiashu felt stung, a hint of apology flashing in his eyes. He then glanced at Xu Hui and retorted, "And how much better are you? Don't think I don't know you. You want to remarry her for money because you're heavily in debt and can't pay it back soon."

Xu Hui was speechless for a moment, then angrily pointed at him: "You investigated me?"

Seeing his displeasure, Feng Jiashu gave a nonchalant smile: "The word 'investigate' is too strong. There's really no need for an investigation. You can guess it with a simple guess. Since she's divorcing you, it means you're not someone worth staying with."

Xu Hui stared at him almost through gritted teeth and retorted, "Aren't you doing this for the money?"

Feng Jiashu smiled faintly and said, "Maybe it would be like this with someone else, but not with me. I have a stable source of income, and even if neither of us has a job, we can still squander our savings for the rest of our lives. She will live a million times better with me than with you."

Xu Hui chuckled dismissively, "Bragging? Anyone can do that. A million times? Are you done pretending?"

Feng Jiashu didn't refute anymore, but stepped off the elevator. Xu Hui followed beside him, casually taking out his BMW car key and twirling it between his fingers, clearly showing off.

No matter how tough things got during that time, he couldn't bear to sell his BMW. Now, he finally had the chance to show it off.

However, he then experienced what it meant to be attacked from a lower dimension.

A black Maybach was parked outside the hospital. When the driver saw Feng Jiashu come out, he quickly got out of the car and respectfully opened the back door. "Mr. Feng, please."

Feng Jiashu bent down slightly, got into the car, and then the car door closed.

Xu Hui was dumbfounded. The car key he was turning in his fingertips fell to the ground with a "thud" because he wasn't paying attention.

Before he could even pick up his keys, the Maybach drove past him. He clearly saw the emblem on the back of the car and the 8888 license plate. His attempt to show off backfired, and he felt embarrassed and hot-faced.

He was extremely envious, but unwilling to admit he was rich, he stubbornly said, "What a show-off."

He then picked up the keys and drove away.

*

In the ward.

Li Ma didn't bring food to He Qiaoyun; it was Butler Xu who brought it personally. In addition to dinner, the butler also gave her a set of keys, saying, "Li Ma asked me to give these to you."

He Qiaoyun accepted the keys to the newly rented apartment and asked, "Did Aunt Li ask you to pass on any message?"

The butler shook his head. "No." He asked, puzzled, "Did something happen? Do you need my help?"

He Qiaoyun put the keys aside and smiled easily, "Nothing special."

Butler: "That's good."

After dinner, the housekeeper, collecting the lunchboxes, casually asked, "Are you being discharged from the hospital tomorrow?"

He Qiaoyun nodded, "Yes," and deliberately added, "tomorrow afternoon or evening."

"oh, I understand now."

After collecting the lunchboxes, the housekeeper left.

He Qiaoyun picked up her phone and saw a message from Li Ma: "I've sent your luggage. This is between you and me; no one else knows. I couldn't get away to bring you food, but I had the housekeeper send you the keys. Did you receive them?"

She replied: "Yes, I received it, thank you."

After sending the message, she sent Li Ma a red envelope, clearly understanding the importance of social etiquette. In fact, even if she had asked someone to come and run errands, it would have cost money.

Li Ma replied almost instantly: "No need to send me a red envelope, it's just a small favor."

He Qiaoyun: [You were promised a reward, it's not much, but please take it. I'm being discharged tomorrow. If Feng Jiashu asks, just say I went back to carry it myself.]

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After a long pause, Li Ma replied: "Okay, then I won't be polite, thank you."

Then, Li's mother accepted the red envelope.

He Qiaoyun: [You're welcome.]

That evening, after Xu Hemei finished get off work and changed her clothes, she didn't go straight home, but went to He Qiaoyun's ward.

She sat casually on the sofa, eating half a bunch of grapes. "Mom, did Dad come to see you this afternoon?"

He Qiaoyun: "Well, the grapes you ate were what he left over. Take this fruit basket back later, I'm not eating them."

Xu Hemei put down the grapes, clapped her hands, and refused, saying, "No, I'm too lazy to eat them."

He Qiaoyun playfully slapped her, "Still too lazy to eat? Take it back, or I'll just throw it away. By the way, I can be discharged tomorrow, right?"

Xu Hemei nodded, "Okay," and then casually asked, "But tomorrow is Friday, will Uncle Feng have time to pick you up on a weekday?"

He Qiaoyun looked away for a moment and said, "He probably doesn't have time."

Xu Hemei didn't see through her thoughts, but said with a hopeful look on her face, "However, judging from Uncle Feng's personality, he'll still come to pick you up no matter how busy he is, right?"

He Qiaoyun smiled faintly, "Perhaps."

The next day, after breakfast, she packed her things, completed the discharge procedures, and the housekeeper who came to deliver lunch was nowhere to be found.

Only after asking did I learn that He Qiaoyun had just been discharged from the hospital and left.

Feeling lost, he made a phone call to Feng Jiashu.

When Feng Jiashu learned that she had been discharged from the hospital, his eyelids twitched for some reason, and he picked up his phone to call her.

When the call connected, he asked anxiously, "You've been discharged from the hospital?"

At this moment, He Qiaoyun was sitting in a ride-hailing car, her destination being her newly rented apartment. Her tone on the phone was very calm and composed: "Well, apart from some scratches, I'm fine. Staying in the hospital was boring, so I was discharged."

Feng Jiashu: "Why didn't you tell me? I would have sent a car to pick you up."

“I’m not disabled, nor am I a child. I can take a taxi by myself.”

After a long pause, Feng Jiashu asked, "Are you... still angry with me?"

He Qiaoyun smiled. "No, by the way, I..." She paused, as if she didn't know how to tell him about moving out.

Feng Jiashu pressed, "What's wrong?"