[Quick Transmigration] Rescue Little White Flower (GL) - Chapter 11: Saving Little White Flower in Workplace (11)

Chapter 11: Saving Little White Flower in Workplace (11)

Outside the emergency room, the corridor was empty. Zhao Xingyue immediately spotted Shen Qingwei sitting in the closest seat to the emergency room.

She was hunched over, hands clasped together against her forehead, murmuring as if praying. Tears streamed from her tightly shut eyes, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Shen Qingwei was terrified.

She couldn’t bear to think what might have happened if she had returned even a little later today.

She had never imagined she would one day witness her mother collapse in front of her.

In her mind, her parents had always been indestructible, especially her mother. After her father’s death, her mother had raised her alone, working multiple jobs despite her poor health. No matter how tough life got for the two of them, her mother always reassured her, saying, “It’ll get better, it’ll get better…”

Shen Qingwei had always believed it.

Things would get better, life would improve, and her mother’s illness would heal.

But the scene she witnessed today shattered the glass of hope in her heart.

A hand rested on her shoulder. Shen Qingwei turned and clung tightly to Zhao Xingyue, sobbing uncontrollably in her arms.

After all, she was just a young woman fresh out of college. No matter how mature or composed she seemed, she couldn’t stay calm when faced with a crisis involving her closest kin.

Zhao Xingyue had seen too many partings of life and death, and her heart rarely stirred for such scenes. But as Shen Qingwei cried in her arms, her disgust for the heavenly officials who made decisions with their backsides grew even deeper.

According to Shen Qingwei’s fate, she was supposed to have both parents and a fulfilling family life. But because of Zhou Yongjia’s reincarnation, even before the two had any contact, Shen’s father had died early in a car accident, and Shen’s mother, who should have been free of illness, was now afflicted with a severe disease.

Zhao Xingyue could alter Shen Qingwei’s fate, but she was powerless to change her parents’ destinies.

She knew this time it was Zhou Yongjia who had brought a near-fatal calamity upon Shen’s mother. If she didn’t survive, she would die on the operating table tonight. If she did, her remaining days would be few and filled with costly treatments. For the Shen mother and daughter, whether she survived or not, the outcome would be endless suffering.

But Zhao Xingyue was powerless. Bad luck could kill, but it couldn’t save. If Shen’s mother’s soul were the issue, Zhao Xingyue could mend it. But for a physical illness like this, she had no solution.

So, all she could do was hold Shen Qingwei, giving her someone to lean on.

The crisis passed.

When Shen’s mother, attached to a ventilator, was wheeled out of the emergency room, Shen Qingwei rushed forward but nearly collapsed from weak legs.

Zhao Xingyue caught her.

She didn’t let go, half-supporting, half-carrying Shen Qingwei to her mother’s hospital room.

With Zhao Xingyue’s intervention, Shen’s mother was placed in the hospital’s best private room.

When the doctor said her mother was temporarily stable, Shen Qingwei held her mother’s frail hand, silently shedding tears.

Seeing her emotional state, the doctor sighed and said, “Calm down for now. I’ll come back to talk to you later.”

He meant, of course, the cost of the emergency treatment and the ongoing care.

Hearing the astronomical figure quoted by the doctor, Shen Qingwei felt the world spin.

Where would she get that kind of money?

Even if she sold herself, she couldn’t come up with that much!

Suddenly, she noticed Zhao Xingyue standing nearby.

Like grasping at a final lifeline, she tightly clutched Zhao Xingyue’s hand and pleaded, “President Zhao, President Zhao, I know this request is unreasonable, but could you let me borrow twenty years’ worth of my salary from Zhao Group to pay for my mother’s treatment? Our family really has no extra money. I can mortgage our house to you…”

Zhao Xingyue had already planned to lend Shen Qingwei the money. Even if Shen Qingwei hadn’t mustered the courage to ask, she would have offered.

Her hand ached from Shen Qingwei’s grip. Helplessly, she patted Shen Qingwei’s hand and pulled her up just as she was about to kneel.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t lend you the money,” Zhao Xingyue said, her words sparking a glimmer of hope in Shen Qingwei’s eyes. “Of course, it’s not a free loan. You’ll need to sign an IOU. Since you mentioned borrowing twenty years’ salary, once your mother recovers, it’ll be deducted from your wages. When you’re eating plain rice and struggling, don’t curse me as a capitalist exploiting the working class.”

Shen Qingwei was already grateful for the loan and quickly shook her head. “No, no, I won’t. Thank you, President Zhao, thank you…”

Zhao Xingyue took a few steps, then turned back and said, “What are you standing there for? Don’t you need money? Are you expecting me to top up your mother’s medical card alone?”

Shen Qingwei wiped the tears from her face, forcing a smile. “Right away, I’m coming.”

Shen Qingwei had no probation period at Zhao Group and earned a full employee’s salary, about ten thousand yuan a month with bonuses, roughly one hundred fifty thousand a year.

But living costs in S City were high, and with a mother requiring constant medication, their basic expenses left little. To afford the treatment, she really would need to borrow twenty years’ worth of salary.

Zhao Xingyue said, “I’m giving you a month’s leave. Rest well at the hospital. Don’t worry about the money—you’re already in debt for twenty years, so a little more won’t matter. What’s your WeChat? I’ll transfer some living expenses for now.”

Shen Qingwei’s gratitude was beyond words. Tears streamed down her face, and she didn’t know how to express her thanks.

All words felt inadequate before Zhao Xingyue.

“Alright,” a gentle hand used a soft tissue to wipe the tears from her face. Shen Qingwei heard a gentle female voice say, “You look awful crying like that. Go wash your face, or you’ll scare your mother when she wakes up.”

Shen Qingwei gave her a grateful smile, took the tissue Zhao Xingyue used to wipe her tears, and rushed to the bathroom.

She splashed water on her face. Outside, a hand offered a pack of tissues.

Zhao Xingyue said, “Dry off.”

Shen Qingwei softly said, “Thank you, President Zhao.”

Zhao Xingyue chuckled lightly. “You’re thanking me now, but when you’re working to death and can only afford steamed buns, you’ll call me a bloodsucker.”

Shen Qingwei let out a small laugh.

Zhao Xingyue didn’t stay long at the hospital. Her secretary urgently called her back to the company.

The reason was simple: people from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau had arrived.

It’s said small ghosts are hard to deal with, and for a corporation like Zhao Group, these departments were the most troublesome.

When targeting a company, such departments were the most effective at finding faults.

Seeing these people, Zhao Xingyue sneered inwardly.

It seemed Zhou Yongjia hadn’t learned his lesson.

In a private hospital, Zhou Yongjia lay in bed, while his father stood nearby, his face full of anger.

Zhou Yongjia said, “Dad, you have to stand up for me. That woman Zhao Xingyue isn’t human—she’s a mad dog, biting anyone who crosses her. Last time she took those naked photos of me, and now she’s beaten me. You can’t let her go…”

Zhou’s father’s face was grim. “Don’t worry. I’ve already sent people to cause her trouble. I don’t believe her Zhao Group is an impenetrable fortress without a single flaw.”

But since Zhao Xingyue took over, Zhao Group was indeed like an iron plate, with no flaws to exploit.

It wasn’t that there were no weaknesses—any large organization had oversights—but under Zhao Xingyue’s management, those flaws had been minimized, making them nearly impossible to catch.

The people Zhou’s father sent to trouble her naturally returned empty-handed.

Zhao Xingyue politely saw them off, declaring herself a law-abiding citizen. The group, who had come to stir trouble, could only force awkward smiles, praising President Zhao as a model for the business world.

Once they left, Zhao Xingyue picked up the phone and instructed her people to target Zhou Group.

Zhou’s father had connections in government, but did she not?

Her Zhao Group operated uprightly, unafraid of audits. Even if someone deliberately nitpicked, she had the ability to ensure they found nothing. But Zhou Group was another story…

After the call, Zhao Xingyue’s face remained stern.

Her secretary stood by, not daring to speak. Everyone in the company knew President Zhao was good-tempered, but when she was angry, it was best not to say anything to annoy her. She wouldn’t target you directly, but when President Zhao didn’t like you, few in the company would.

Zhou Yongjia, oh, Zhou Yongjia…

It seemed the lessons he’d received weren’t enough.

With a thought, Zhou Yongjia, lying in bed and catching his breath after a wave of pain, suddenly stiffened, his face twitching at an eerie frequency.

His father, alarmed, shouted, “Doctor, doctor—”

Zhou Yongjia’s ordeal lasted three days.

He suffered intermittent convulsions and excruciating pain.

Yet the hospital could find no cause.

Three days were enough to exhaust Zhou’s father’s paternal affection.

A man who could raise a son like Zhou Yongjia was, of course, no saint.

He loved his son, but he loved himself more.

With no evidence from the hospital, they couldn’t sue Zhao Xingyue. Zhou Yongjia lay in bed, practically useless. Zhou Group needed an heir. The old Zhou Yongjia, though reckless, was healthy and had some business acumen. But now, Zhou’s father couldn’t help but wonder if it was time to replace him.

Among his illegitimate children, one had just turned eighteen and was about to start college…

It was time to bring that child into the company for training.

With that thought, he left the hospital and didn’t return, contacting his mistress to bring the child to him.

The mistress, thrilled at the chance for her child to gain legitimacy, screamed with joy after hanging up and hugged her son tightly on the couch.

She cheered, “Baby, our good days are coming!”

The young man she embraced had delicate features, resembling his mother more than Zhou’s father.

He smiled faintly and said, “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll make sure you live well.”

Zhao Xingyue watched this scene and smiled lightly.

Before leaving the Underworld, she had carefully studied the life records of everyone around Shen Qingwei and Zhou Yongjia, including this illegitimate son.

In the original fate, this son was supposed to appear after Shen Qingwei returned to the country with her child, when Zhou’s father was already gravely ill and nearing death.

The old playboy, in his final days, felt guilt toward his children and proposed dividing Zhou Group’s shares among his illegitimate offspring.

Zhou Yongjia, long in control, refused to let the shares he considered his be split. To him, these so-called siblings, despite sharing half his bl00d, weren’t worthy of being family. To protect his shares, he ruthlessly eliminated them all.

This illegitimate son, chosen by Zhou’s father, was the one who fought Zhou Yongjia the longest among all the siblings.

If not for the revelation that he wasn’t Zhou’s father’s biological son, half of Zhou Group’s shares might have ended up in his hands.

Meanwhile, Zhao Xingyue and the Zhou father and son were locked in a fierce struggle.

In the hospital, Shen’s mother’s battle with her illness had reached its final stage.