After Divorce, I Inherited the Game's Fortune

"But..."

Liu Zhaoxia wanted to say that transferring to the large hospital in Jiangcheng would cost more, but suddenly she remembered Mr. Yang's million yuan transfer for his daughter's treatment.

With that million yuan, getting treatment in Jiangcheng wouldn't be a problem at all.

Ah, money really is a wonderful thing!

Liu Zhaoxia couldn't help but silently lament in her heart.

"Mom, let's listen to Xueru,"

"I also think it's better to go to Jiangcheng. Dad's injury on his left leg is still very serious. If we go to Jiangcheng, he might recover better and avoid any complications."

Wang Bingru spoke up.

"Alright, we'll do as you say!"

"I'll go home and pack, and we'll transfer him tomorrow."

Being able to receive treatment in Jiangcheng was naturally better, so Liu Zhaoxia didn't insist. The reason she hadn't dared to consider treatment in Jiangcheng before was because of the cost, but now money seemed to no longer be an issue.

Inside the villa at Shanshui Manor.

Chen Haiou, who had just had a comfortable bath and was wrapped in a bath towel, was half-reclining on the sofa in her bedroom when her elder sister, Chen Haiyan, suddenly sent her a video call invitation.

Chen Haiou, bursting with the urge to share, immediately lit up and accepted the call.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Haiou, where are you? How come it looks so luxurious?"

As soon as the video connected, Chen Haiyan, who had originally intended to discuss serious matters, was immediately distracted by the luxurious background behind her sister.

"At home."

Chen Haiou, while playing with her damp hair, casually replied.

"Home?"

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"You moved?"

Chen Haiyan knew her sister's situation; she had always lived in a three-bedroom apartment of 120 square meters. That apartment was bought by her man before he started working with the sewing machines, and although it was spacious, it couldn't compare to what she was seeing in the video now.

"Yep, just moved here." Chen Haiou nodded.

"How did you suddenly get the money to buy a new place?"

"How big is the house?" Chen Haiyan asked curiously.

"A villa of 1,260 square meters."

"Sister, come by when you have time and check it out."

"How many square meters?"

In the video, Chen Haiyan's mouth hung open in shock, the wrinkles on her face stretched taut.

"1,260 square meters!"

Chen Haiou repeated with a smile. Because of her own romantic issues, she'd always been the most controversial in the family.

In better years, people treated her with respect, but these past few years, they'd been nothing but sarcastic and mocking.

So, Chen Haiou didn't have much contact with relatives except for her eldest sister.

Chen Haiou was the fourth child at home, while her elder sister Chen Haiyan was the eldest, eight years her senior. With many children in the family and parents unable to take care of them all, Chen Haiyan had practically raised Chen Haiou, a common situation among their generation.

"Haiou, why didn't you tell me you were living in a 10,000-square-meter mansion!"

At that moment, a large donkey-faced man appeared in the video, with a sneaky look in his eyes.

"Elder Sister, you didn't tell me your husband was there when you sent the video call!"

Chen Haiou put her phone aside and then picked up a nightgown to put on.

She had been wrapped in a bath towel, and although no key areas were exposed, her fair shoulders and collarbone still captivated Wang Decai, her brother-in-law who had long coveted her.

"He just got here." Chen Haiyan gave her man a disapproving glance.

Wang Decai muttered disdainfully, "It's not like she's not wearing anything."

"Elder Sister, what's up? Just tell me!"

Chen Haiou went straight to business. She would have liked to chat more with her sister if her brother-in-law Wang Decai hadn't been there.

"It's about Gang's wedding."

"The host that Gang and Feifei weren't satisfied with. Can you help find one from your Cultural Work Troupe?"

"Preferably someone with a bit of fame; it's more prestigious that way!"

Chen Haiyan's son, Wang Xiaogang, would be having his wedding next Sunday, but they weren't satisfied with the hosts they'd dealt with so far. Naturally, Chen Haiyan thought of her sister who worked in the Cultural Work Troupe.