Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 1658: Was He Really Fine After All?

Ning Shu took a shower. The question now was, where could she find Yang Yuhui?

Ning Shu didn’t know where Fang Menghan had gone either. She hadn’t seen Fang Menghan in a long time.

She also didn’t know how Yang Yuhui was doing right now. How come there wasn’t a single word of news?

Was he really fine after all?

But 2333 said that Yang Yuhui’s luck would soon be exhausted.

Where had he died off to?

Ning Shu applied Yurongsan on her face using water. Then, she turned her laptop on and browsed through the entertainment news.

The entertainment circle was very lively now. Recently, quality TV shows and songs had emerged in large numbers.

For a time, it was like a hundred flowers blooming all together. The industry was quite prosperous.

She just didn’t know how long this prosperity would last.

These things didn’t originally belong to this world. They were forcefully stuffed into this world.

As Ning Shu was watching the TV show, she heard the door open with a ‘click’.

Ning Shu turned around and saw Fang Menghan.

Fang Menghan looked a little haggard. There were dark circles under her eyes. As soon as she came in, she started rummaging through her drawers and taking out her clothes to place them in her bag.

Ning Shu raised her eyebrows and asked, “Why are you packing? School is about to start. Where are you going to take these things?”

“I have something to do,” said Fang Menghan tiredly, too lazy to argue with Ning Shu. Then, she took a few changes of clothes and prepared to leave.

“Wait a minute. When will you come back? School is about to start. What if the dormitory manager asks me about you? What do you want me to say?” Ning Shu asked Fang Menghan.

“I’ll be back when school starts.” Fang Menghan opened the door and left.

Ning Shu went to the bathroom to wash off the face mask before quickly chasing after Fang Menghan. At the school gate, Fang Menghan got into a taxi.

Ning Shu also hurriedly flagged a taxi and told the driver, “Follow the car in front.”

Fang Menghan’s car stopped at the entrance of the hospital. Ning Shu followed Fang Menghan to the entrance of the ward and glanced at the ward number.

When the ward door opened, Ning Shu saw Yang Yuhui on the hospital bed. Yang Yuhui’s mouth was crooked, and saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth. Fang Menghan wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief.

Yang Yuhui looked at Fang Menghan and said with difficulty, “Th-this time’s money, w-why was it cut in half?”

Last time, Fang Menghan had handled the matter pretty well and returned with a check for five million.

Yang Yuhui was full of confidence in himself, and he felt that Fang Menghan would be loyal to him. So, he handed his scripts to Fang Menghan and asked her to negotiate on his behalf.

Yang Yuhui had given Fang Menghan a price in advance. He wouldn’t sell it for any less. However, the amount he got had been reduced by nearly half.

Fang Menghan’s eyes flashed. “The company pushed the price really low. Plus, I also paid for your medical bills with this.”

Yang Yuhui didn’t doubt her. He was resentful that these companies took advantage of him being down on his luck to profit. When his illness got better, he would have enough money to film his own movies.

Fang Menghan was relieved to see that Yang Yuhui didn’t pursue the matter of money anymore, and asked, “Do you have any more scripts? I’ll help you sell them.”

Yang Yuhui shook his head. The price was too low. “I w-won’t sell them.”

Fang Menghan looked disappointed. “Are you out of scripts?”

“I do…” When Yang Yuhui saw Fang Menghan staring at him a strange glint in her bright eyes, an uncomfortable feeling gushed out into his heart. “No, I don’t have any…”

Translator: Lili

Translator: Kaho