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"I'm sorry, Manager Lin, I've kept you waiting."

Jiang Che's voice came calmly from the direction of the door.

The moment their eyes met, Lin Zhengyang subconsciously stood up, swallowed hard, and looked extremely nervous.

"Young Master Jiang... Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Che nodded slightly, walked into the room unhurriedly, and closed the door behind him.

Lin Zhengyang's gaze remained fixed on Jiang Che's figure, not daring to relax for even a moment.

Although he deliberately left loopholes at the company for the first two months in order to attract Jiang Che's attention.

But when the heir of the Jiang Sheng Group actually sat in front of him, the overwhelming sense of oppression still made him feel breathless.

Or rather, he wasn't ready for the day when he would sit alone at a table with Prince Jiang Sheng, speaking as a traitor.

This made Lin Zhengyang feel both fortunate and apprehensive.

Fortunately, Jiang Che did indeed trace his unusual behavior back to Zhao Guodong, but he was terrified because he didn't know Jiang Che's true intentions.

Jiang Che pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down, then turned his gaze to Lin Zhengyang, who was standing not far away, looking lost.

He smiled slightly and waved his hand, gesturing for Lin Zhengyang to sit down.

He then calmly reassured her, "Manager Lin, don't be so nervous. Tonight is just a casual dinner. Relax."

Lin Zhengyang forced a stiff smile, then moved with difficulty to sit down next to Jiang Che.

Completely unaware that his back was already soaked in cold sweat.

"Actually, I know exactly what you're thinking right now."

Jiang Che took a document out of his bag and gently pushed it in front of him. "You think that now that things have come to light, Jiang Sheng will settle accounts with you later, right?"

Lin Zhengyang didn't dare to reach out and take it.

Jiang Che said calmly, "What's there to be afraid of now that we've already done those things? Let's take a look at the documents first."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhengyang took a deep breath and then picked up the contract with trembling hands.

The cover prominently displays the words "Renxin Charity Foundation" in gold lettering.

Lin Zhengyang was startled. Wasn't this the foundation his wife had mentioned to him last night?

He looked up at Jiang Che in surprise, now even more confused about the young master's true attitude.

He had initially thought that rescuing his son was just a pretext by Jiang Che, but what he saw before him...

Is Jiang Che really planning to help his son?

Thinking of this, Lin Zhengyang suddenly became somewhat excited.

He quickly flipped to the first page of the document, his eyes eagerly scanning the terms.

The further I looked, the more terrified I became.

When he saw the astronomical figures on the last page, Lin Zhengyang's hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

The last page of the document clearly stated that the company would cover all of Lin Qiming's subsequent medical expenses.

The cost includes a range of treatment options such as chemotherapy, transplant surgery, and bone marrow matching.

"this……"

Lin Zhengyang's eyes were already red.

This veteran of Jiang Sheng's business world, who had been through thick and thin for twenty years, had seen it all.

At this moment, however, her eyes welled up with tears in front of a boy who was not even twenty years old.

He stammered, trying to say something: "Young Master Jiang, I..."

"Manager Lin, let's be frank."

Jiang Che picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, and said in a calm tone, "I know about Qiming's situation. He has acute lymphoblastic leukemia and has been undergoing chemotherapy for three years, but a suitable bone marrow match has not been found."

"Given the current situation, have you calculated the subsequent costs yourself?"

Jiang Che slowly extended three fingers and shook them. "A minimum of three million, with no upper limit."

As Lin Zhengyang listened to Jiang Che's analysis, his fingers unconsciously clenched the edge of the contract.

Yes, a minimum of three million, with no upper limit.

Although he was a manager at a large company like Jiang Sheng Group, his annual salary and benefits amounted to over a million.

But over the years, the family has already emptied most of their savings to treat their son's illness.

He didn't dare touch a single penny of the 800,000 yuan Zhao Guodong gave him, fearing that one day his crimes would be exposed and that using the money would make it impossible for him to completely wash away his sins.

Jiang Che continued, "Once this contract is signed, all of Qiming's subsequent treatment costs will be covered by the foundation."

"Of course, this foundation is just a public statement; all the money was personally donated to your family by me."

"After returning from Peking Union Medical College Hospital yesterday, I immediately arranged for simultaneous bone marrow screenings at several large bone marrow registry banks both domestically and internationally. It will take anywhere from one to three months to find a match for Lin Qiming."

Jiang Che's last words were like a bombshell.

Lin Zhengyang was stunned by the bomb, his body swayed uncontrollably, and he almost lost his balance.

Within three months... his son will be a match?

For many years, he and his wife have traveled to hospitals of all sizes all over the country, trying every possible solution.

Experts say that in cases like Qiming's, the probability of a match is already low, and with the waiting period, the optimistic estimate is one or two years.

But now Jiang Che is telling him that it will take at least a month, or at most three months.

"Young Master Jiang..."

Lin Zhengyang's lips trembled, and he wanted to say something but couldn't get the words out.

He felt as if there were no words to express his gratitude.

"You want to thank me, right? Don't thank me yet, I haven't finished."

Jiang Che put down his teacup, then leaned forward, crossed his hands on the table, and gave a friendly smile.

"I can give Qiming a chance to live, that's true, but Manager Lin, my patience is limited."

Lin Zhengyang's heart sank.

"Zhao Guodong gave you 800,000, right?"

Jiang Che's smile vanished, his tone and expression turning cold. "It's true that your son is waiting for a life-saving treatment and urgently needs money, I can understand that."

"But I must remind you, Zhao Guodong's every move tells you that this is not some act of kindness done out of a sudden impulse."

Lin Zhengyang's expression turned slightly unpleasant.

"The large sum of money was transferred via WeChat, and it was split into two transactions. There was neither a loan agreement nor a contract between you."

Jiang Che analyzed, word by word: "Even if I don't say it, you should be able to guess why Zhao Guodong did this, right?"

"Because he never intended for you to get away unscathed."

"Once this money is discovered, it will be irrefutable evidence of your crime, and that 800,000 will undoubtedly be the force that pushes you further into the abyss."

Lin Zhengyang felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He had thought about this issue.

But at that time, Qiming's condition suddenly worsened and he urgently needed money, leaving him with no other choice.

Although he hasn't used the 800,000 yet, he can't sustain it for much longer.

If Jiang Che hadn't promised to provide financial assistance to their family today, he would have definitely used the 800,000 yuan for his son's treatment within a month at most.

Zhao Guodong knew this, which is why he dared to use 800,000 yuan to control him for so many years.

"Manager Lin, you're a seasoned professional; you shouldn't be unable to see through these subtleties."

Jiang Che's tone returned to its usual calm, "Zhao Guodong can buy you with 800,000 to work for him, and I can ensure Lin Qiming continues to live."

"The difference between us is—"

"I can give Lin Qiming a future, but Zhao Guodong cannot guarantee that you will continue to be involved in Lin Qiming's future."

"So, Manager Lin, you should know what to choose now, right?"