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Section 3: Humiliation in the dark room 1

From now on, she does not want to see that man again, nor will she have any interaction with him again.

When she got into the taxi, Chen Zhi held her handbag tightly. Inside was a check for five hundred thousand. It was a check that was hot to the touch, but one that she could not let go of until she died.

After rushing to the hospital and paying the hospitalization fee of 100,000 yuan, Chen Zhi adjusted his mentality before walking into the ward.

Mother Chen was lying weakly on the hospital bed. When she saw her coming in, her still beautiful face showed a peaceful smile.

"Xiao Zhi, you are here."[

"Mom, how are you feeling?" She stepped forward, put down the fruits and nutritional supplements, and then held her mother's hand.

Mother Chen smiled nonchalantly and said, "It's not the same as before. It's been so many years and it still can't be cured. Xiao Zhi, go and handle the discharge procedures for me. Staying in the hospital is a waste of money."

"Mom!" Chen Zhi held down her body as she tried to prop it up. "When we are sick, we need to be treated. We can't drag it out like this, otherwise our body will become weaker and weaker. Don't worry, I have already paid the hospitalization fee. Don't worry.

It’s a matter of money.”

How could she not know that her mother decided to go through the discharge procedures because she was afraid that she would not be able to afford the hospitalization fees?

Mother Chen was stunned and asked doubtfully: "Xiao Zhi, one hundred thousand yuan for hospitalization is not a small amount of money. Where did you get so much money?"

Chen Zhi smiled slightly, "Didn't I find a part-time job last time? Five thousand yuan a night, I advanced one hundred thousand yuan to my boss, and I just paid the hospitalization fee. So, you can just take care of your health, what?

Don’t worry.”

"I heard you say that playing the piano at banquets held for wealthy people costs five thousand yuan a night. But how can people hold banquets every day? What's more, how can they be willing to advance one hundred thousand yuan to you?"

Chen Zhi took out an apple, peeled it and said with a smile: "Why not? Mom, you have never seen those rich people, their life is boring, every day is a party, party. One hundred thousand yuan is nothing for them.

It’s just a drop in the bucket, we think it’s a lot, but others don’t think so.”

Mother Chen nodded thoughtfully, "Yes, how could I forget that the life of rich people is like that."

There was a hint of nostalgia in her tone, but Chen Zhi, who felt guilty, did not hear it.

She was immersed in her own thoughts. If she hadn't attended the banquet last night, she probably wouldn't have sold her body last night.


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