Today, I'm Going to Spend the Billionaire's Hundred Million Again-Chapter 533: Going Home Today

She happily returned to Shenzhen, and for Shen Jue, only Lin Bufan accompanied him here.

Alone in the operating room, he underwent amputation. To stand again, he even gave up his leg.

He persisted here.

And as for her, she might be having a great time in Shenzhen, possibly even thinking, it’s nice that Shen Jue isn’t clinging to her. Hopefully, Shen Jue stays busy in M Country for a while longer, so she can enjoy herself more.

But those are minor things.

The important part is, why should he take such big risks just to please her, to make her happier and give her more face?

Rong Qingqing is truly someone who’s easily content.

She liked Shen Jue without ever comparing him to others, or considering how outstanding or remarkable he should be.

She liked Shen Jue, simply because he was Shen Jue, and that was enough.

As long as Shen Jue liked her too, to Rong Qingqing, this relationship was already perfect.

If Shen Jue could be like a regular person, if he could stand up, that would certainly be good.

But in life, how many "ifs" are there, really?

Rong Qingqing walked towards Shen Jue, bent over, and hugged him.

"You’re fine just as you are. Don’t try to be better. If you get any better, I might not like you anymore," Rong Qingqing whispered.

Shen Jue let out a long sigh and reached out to hold her.

"Stop crying. This time, it was my fault," Shen Jue gently wiped away Rong Qingqing’s tears.

It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her cry. Previously, to spite the second family, Rong Qingqing used to pretend to cry pitifully.

Back then, Shen Jue only marveled at her acting skills, amazed at how she could turn on the tears at will, like an outsider watching a movie.

But now, it was completely different.

Her tears seemed to drop straight onto his heart, scalding it.

"Fault?" Rong Qingqing suddenly lifted her head, her voice turning fierce, "It’s clearly your fault, why use the word ’fault’?"

Even when angry, even when crying uncontrollably, the important grievances must be stubbornly held onto.

"Yes, I was wrong." Shen Jue quickly changed his tone and admitted his mistake.

"I knew you might be angry, but I didn’t think you’d be this upset." Shen Jue wiped her teardrop with his thumb.

"So you’re not doing the surgery?" Rong Qingqing asked.

"No, I’m not doing it," Shen Jue nodded.

"Then when are you coming back to Shenzhen with me?"

"Tomorrow."

"No, let’s go back today."

Shen Jue helplessly curved his lips, "Alright."

Shen Jue called Lin Bufan and asked him to book tickets immediately. Fortunately, even a last-minute purchase of first-class tickets was possible, though they were not until a little past ten at night, which was slightly late.

Rong Qingqing wasn’t picky, as long as they could return today, it was fine. If they stayed two more days, she’d start having psychological shadows.

While Rong Qingqing lay on the bed resting, makeup untouched, Shen Jue made several calls to handle matters.

With the hospital, he needed to explain and apologize. After all, he was the one who insisted on the surgery initially, and then it was he who cancelled it.

Shen Jue also compressed his work here.

While Rong Qingqing slept in the hotel, Shen Jue and Lin Bufan were out busy the whole day.

It wasn’t until after five that Shen Jue and Lin Bufan finished up, swung around to the hotel, picked up Rong Qingqing, and the three of them headed straight to the airport without even having dinner.

This was Rong Kuo’s second trip to the airport to pick someone up within twenty-four hours.

One could say, when he left, he was cursing under his breath.

When he picked them up, he was still muttering complaints.

"Rong Qingqing, oh Rong Qingqing, you’re something else. You changed the flight, and didn’t even bother to tell me."