Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger-Chapter 14: One hundred million consultation fee!

"Mr. Lin, please, you must help me! Bring my grandfather back to life!"

Inside the memorial hall, Yuan Youwei looked at the old man on the stretcher before her, her eyes instantly welling with tears.

His eyes were tightly shut, his aged face gaunt and waxen, with high, prominent cheekbones. Only between his grizzled eyebrows could one faintly see a trace of his former authority. The skin visible beneath his striped hospital gown had already turned a deathly pale.

Her heart spasmed in agony. Fighting back tears, Yuan Youwei barked at Yuan Tao and the others, "Bring out all the money!"

CLATTER! CLATTER!

At that moment, large suitcases piled in the corner were flung open and tipped over. In moments, huge bundles of cash spilled out, forming a small mountain on the floor.

GASP...!

Seeing this, even the chronically anxious Doctor Jiang couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed. He turned and glared at the serene Lin Fan, his heart filled with a mixture of shock and envy. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Damn it! I’ve been slogging away for the Yuan family for so long and have only received a ten million consultation fee. This young punk hasn’t even done anything, and he’s getting this much?

"I’m afraid... that’s at least a hundred million in cash..." Su Mengqing muttered, her expression turning incredibly grim.

Outside the door, Zhang Meili and Su Gang were gobsmacked, gasping for air. Even Yang Tingting, who had been sobbing into her hands, froze in shock, forgetting to cry. Su Mengqing’s pupils contracted sharply.

The two glass doors provided excellent soundproofing, making it impossible for the four of them to hear anything from inside. However, the impact of a shimmering mountain of money was overwhelming. It made their hearts tremble and their breathing grow erratic.

"This... can’t be what those two women are using to keep Lin Fan, can it?" Su Gang said, his face collapsing in disbelief. He clenched his fists, thoroughly indignant. "They even brought a family elder here personally! Are they planning a deathbed visit? What gives him the right? How is he worth that price? How the hell am I any worse than him!"

"It’s fake! It has to be!" Zhang Meili rubbed her sore rear and cursed viciously. "Lin Fan probably hired a bunch of actors to stage this just to piss us off! He’ll definitely die a horrible death! And his mom, it’s a good thing she’s dead! Serves her right!"

"Director Su, you see? This is all Lin Fan’s doing! It has nothing to do with me," Yang Tingting sniffled, complaining pitifully.

"I don’t believe it either. No one would just hand Lin Fan a hundred million in cash... It must be fake money, like those Cultivation Coupons," Su Mengqing said, clutching her cheeks, which burned with a searing pain. She had been slapped three times tonight and had been so infuriated she vomited blood twice. Now, she was so weak she had to lean on Zhang Meili just to stay upright. The scene before her was too dreamlike to accept. Forget a hundred million in cash; she’d never even seen such a large pile of Joss Paper!

"Irrelevant people, leave now, or we won’t be polite!"

Just then, a group of men and women in business suits, all looking tense, flooded in from the end of the alley. A few burly, stern-faced men who looked like bodyguards waved their hands, shooing Su Mengqing’s group away.

"What right do you have to chase us away? You—"

Zhang Meili, already simmering with rage, was about to put her hands on her hips and start shouting, but a single glare from one of the men made her swallow her words.

The four of them had no choice but to swallow their anger. They helped each other as they squeezed out of the alley. Under the peculiar gazes of the distinguished-looking men and women, they blushed furiously, wishing the ground would swallow them whole.

"P-President Luo?"

Reaching the road outside the alley, Su Mengqing saw a long line of luxury cars parked silently under the night sky. Among them, a dark green armored cash transport vehicle was especially conspicuous. Her heart tightened as a sense of foreboding washed over her. Her gaze inadvertently fell on a man squatting beside the armored van, smoking a cigarette.

She was stunned. That man was none other than President Luo from Haicheng Commercial Bank!

She recalled how she had repeatedly applied to him for loans to expand her pharmaceutical factory, only to be rebuffed every time, never even getting a chance to meet him. Yet here he was, in the middle of the night in a remote neighborhood, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. He wasn’t even qualified to walk with that group of men and women, relegated to squatting outside and smoking a sullen cigarette!

"Who... who in the world are those two women...?"

BOOM!

BOOM!

Confusion, panic, jealousy... a maelstrom of emotions churned within her. Su Mengqing’s head felt like it was going to explode. She couldn’t help but shiver violently.

So, that one hundred million in cash inside the memorial hall... it was all real? It’s possible President Luo himself escorted it here in that armored van! But why? What is so special about Lin Fan that you would do all this?!

"Lin Fan! You bastard! I... I will never forget the humiliation you’ve dealt me tonight!"

With a low, hysterical roar, Su Mengqing was overwhelmed with rage, rolled her eyes back, and fainted. Her three companions panicked, clumsily lifting her into their car and speeding off toward the hospital.

「Inside the memorial hall.」

Yuan Youwei ignored the departure of Su Mengqing’s group. With reddened eyes, she walked to Lin Fan and bowed deeply, her sincerity evident. "Mr. Lin, this one hundred million in cash is a token of my personal gratitude. Whether or not you succeed in reviving my grandfather, the money is yours."

Since he needed money, she would gather a hundred million to ensure his satisfaction. And it had to be in cash to show the utmost sincerity.

"What is this? What kind of person do you take me for?" Lin Fan tore his gaze from the pile of money and waved his hand at Yuan Youwei, clearly displeased.

"Hmph! To gather this much cash, my young miss woke up President Luo of Haicheng Commercial Bank in the middle of the night!" Mrs. Xue fumed, assuming Lin Fan was about to jack up his price. "He withdrew tens of millions directly from the bank’s vault, which was then escorted here along with the Yuan family’s own cash. And you’re still not satisfied?"

"Mr. Lin, if it’s not enough, just say the word," Yuan Youwei said solemnly, gritting her teeth.

"Can you all stop talking about money? And do you find it amusing to have so much cash piled up here?" Lin Fan rolled his eyes in annoyance. He squatted down and began to examine the old man on the stretcher. "Don’t go to so much trouble next time. There’s a payment QR code on the counter. A simple transfer is fine."

As he pressed his fingers to the old man’s heart meridian, Lin Fan’s expression changed slightly. He felt a faint, unusual movement inside, as if a tiny living creature was hidden there.

Mrs. Xue was so stunned she almost choked. Yuan Tao and the others exchanged confused glances, muttering to themselves.

This kid is way too young. It doesn’t look like he has any medical skills whatsoever. Even as the son of the divine physician Lin Suxin, he probably isn’t very capable.

"Kid, what the hell are you blindly pressing for? Can’t you see the old man has been dead for a while?" Doctor Jiang jeered, his lips curled in a mocking sneer. He glanced at the funeral portrait and shook his head. "What bullshit divine physician? She died looking sick herself. In my opinion, she was just a common charlatan."

His gaze shifted to Lin Fan, his smile growing more disdainful. "Your mom couldn’t do it. You? You have even less of a chance."

"Tell him to get lost. He’s affecting my performance," Lin Fan said coolly, without looking up.

"You! You!" Doctor Jiang was stunned, his old face twisting in anger. He nearly went berserk.

Perform? If you keep stalling and putting on this act, Old Man Yuan will be stone cold!

"Doctor Jiang, please do not disturb Mr. Lin. Otherwise, I will have to ask someone to escort you out," Yuan Youwei said, her expression hardening as she spoke to him coldly.

"Hmph! If you all want to be completely fooled by this kid, I certainly won’t meddle," Doctor Jiang snapped, his face flushed. With a flick of his sleeves, he snorted and stalked over to a chair. He sat down, crossed his legs, and settled in, ready to watch the show.

"Mr. Lin, can... can you save him?" Yuan Youwei squatted down beside Lin Fan, pressing close. Her slender waist and perky rear, both incredibly supple, tensed into an alluring curve. Her face was fraught with tension, and her voice trembled.

"He isn’t breathing, and his heart meridian has stopped. Not even a Daluo Golden Immortal could save him." Lin Fan patted his hands together, stood up, and shook his head.

The memorial hall fell into a deathly silence.

Mrs. Xue and the others all paled, their faces filling with sorrow and grief.

Yuan Youwei staggered, her vision going black. Lin Fan reached out and grabbed her just in time, preventing her from collapsing to the floor.

"Hahaha! Did you hear that? All of you! You brought a hundred million in cash as a consultation fee, and look what good it did you!" Doctor Jiang let out a harsh laugh, slapping his knee wildly. His outburst immediately drew furious glares from the Yuan family.

"This old man is dead, and you seem quite happy about it?"

The next moment, Lin Fan slowly retrieved a long, narrow needle case from the counter.

He glanced at Doctor Jiang.

"A Daluo Golden Immortal might not be able to save him, but I, Lin Fan... can."