Eight years have passed, he's still going strong, but his girlfriend is having a mental breakdo

"Stop joking, Uncle. I know you're rich... but that's not a concept."

Yang Qian gave a bitter smile.

"What do you mean 'not the same concept'? Little Yang, you're underestimating your uncle!"

"You name your price... Just name a number, and I'll transfer it to you right now."

Zhao Hongan glared at him, clearly displeased.

150 million.

Yang Qian simply stated a number, then looked at Zhao Hong'an, waiting for him to suffer a setback.

This is a good starting point for me to have a good chat with Uncle Zhao.

She understood that Uncle Zhao might have some money and could indulge himself a little.

But recently, it seems he's been indulging a bit too much.

She has to take the helm for Uncle Zhao.

"150 million?"

Zhao Hongan's eyes lit up noticeably.

"No problem."

Then, to Yang Qian's surprise, Zhao Hongan took out his phone and made a call.

On the other end of the phone, a Mandarin speaker with a slight European accent greeted me respectfully.

"I want to transfer 150 million."

"Yes, sir. We'll prepare it for you right away."

Zhao Hong'an gave a straightforward instruction, hung up the phone, and then proceeded to perform a series of operations on his mobile phone.

Ding.

Yang Qian quickly received a text message.

She glanced at it, her eyelids twitched slightly, her lips moved, and she muttered, counting the long string of zeros...

"Ones, tens, hundreds... tens of millions, hundreds of millions..."

Yang Qian suddenly looked up at Zhao Hong'an, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"150 million! Uncle Zhao, you actually have that much money!"

"Of course. Uncle Zhao said, everything will be alright with him."

Zhao Hong'an had a kind voice and a gentle smile on his face.

Yang Qian suddenly burst into tears.

At this moment, she seemed to see a shadow of the past in Uncle Zhao.

Back then, she had just started working and knew nothing.

Uncle Zhao, as the hotel owner and head chef, seemed to be omnipotent.

Uncle Zhao lent her money to help her solve her life's problems; Uncle Zhao taught her to cook and manage the kitchen...

Uncle Zhao always steps forward when faced with difficult customers.

Sometimes, she would even risk offending unreasonable customers in order to protect her.

Afterwards, Uncle Zhao never took credit for it, but instead comforted her, saying that he wouldn't serve those troublemakers...

Yang Qian's parents divorced when she was young.

What she lacks most is a sense of security.

Uncle Zhao was the first person to make her feel safe.

Without realizing it, she developed feelings for Uncle Zhao.

She didn't care about the age difference, it was just a pity that Uncle Zhao was already married.

Yang Qian could only bury these feelings in her heart.

Her feelings for Uncle Zhao were genuine, but remained within the bounds of propriety.

But no matter how well a person hides their emotions, they will inevitably reveal them unintentionally.

Hu Guoqin somehow found out about this and came to the restaurant to make a scene.

Yang Qian's first love, which she never even spoke of, ended without a trace.

She couldn't continue working at the hotel either.

After she resigned, Uncle Zhao secretly supported her in starting her own business, helping her raise funds, choose a restaurant location, negotiate rent with the landlord, and introduce her to reliable suppliers that he himself used...

Others may not know, but Yang Qian knows that her initial success in starting her business was largely due to Uncle Zhao's help.

However, Uncle Zhao is getting old.

Human aging is not a gradual process.

Often, aging occurs suddenly at a certain point in time.

Yang Qian also forgot which day it was, but she suddenly realized that Uncle Zhao was really old.

Uncle Zhao's hair has turned white, his body is hunched, he lacks energy, and he doesn't seem as wise as before...

Uncle Zhao can no longer help with many things.

Even Uncle Zhao couldn't handle his own affairs.

Standing next to Uncle Zhao, Yang Qian no longer felt the sense of security she once had.

Yang Qian's affection for Uncle Zhao gradually faded.

Of course, this is not because she is ungrateful.

Rather, her feelings for Uncle Zhao gradually transformed into those of family.

Until Uncle Zhao was kicked out of the house by Hu Guoqin and her son, leaving him with nothing.

Yang Qian finally found an opportunity to repay Uncle Zhao.

All she wanted was to give Uncle Zhao a dignified end in his later years, so that he wouldn't have to leave in such a miserable state.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Zhao surprised her time and time again.

First, I heard that Uncle Zhao bought a lot of luxury goods to give to the girls...

Today, Uncle Zhao appeared before her dressed in a Hermes bag and helped her out of an awkward situation.

Now they've even transferred 150 million yuan directly to her.

Uncle Zhao, who once brandished a kitchen knife and chased away the drunkard harassing her...

Uncle Zhao, who helped her raise start-up capital and supported her in starting her business...

It's back again.

"Uncle Zhao, I can't accept this money. You're already so old, how can I spend your money?"

"We don't even know if that project will be profitable. Even if it is, its timeframe is very long."

"Uncle Zhao, you've taken care of me for so many years. Now that you're in the final years of your life, it's my turn to take care of you... Waaah."

The more Yang Qian thought about it, the more upset she became.

Before we knew it, Uncle Zhao had grown so old.

Yang Qian was afraid that Uncle Zhao would leave before the project even made any money.

150 million.

Even if Uncle Zhao did accept the overseas inheritance and had money, it wouldn't be a small amount.

If this money is taken out, Uncle Zhao will probably be squeezed dry.

Uncle Zhao had no children.

If she accepts it, wouldn't she be eating away someone else's property?

Moreover, the deprivation of the family line was carried out before Uncle Zhao died, depriving him of even the means to enjoy life in his final days.

Zhao Hongan's face darkened.

"You silly child, why are you starting to talk nonsense?"

Zhao Hongan wondered if Cheng Xiaoshi's problem was contagious.

It's starting to spread from person to person.

He still has thirty years left to live, and if he manages to defeat his target, he can extend his lifespan even further...

These young people probably won't outlive him.

Why are you crying over him?

This is so unlucky.

"Take the money your uncle gives you. You know my temper."

"As you said yourself, I'm already so old. All that money in my account is just a number to me."

"If you like starting your own business and have the drive to take risks, then go for it. Don't worry, your uncle has you backed up."

Zhao Hongan's voice was warm and full of strength.

"Uncle... Waaah."

Yang Qian could no longer hold back. She threw herself into Zhao Hongan's arms, hugged him tightly, and cried her heart out.

Uncle Zhao is still the same Uncle Zhao from back then.

Uncle Zhao hasn't changed; it's she who has.

Yang Qian was both moved and guilty, and her emotions erupted.

At that moment, there were two people in the corridor.

It was Wang Hai who, along with a companion, quietly slipped back.

He ran away right after I called 120.

After I left, the more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt.

He was tormented, not knowing what was going on with Zhao Hongan.

The feeling of having a knife hanging over you is absolutely awful.

So he decided to run back and take a look.

If Zhao Hongan really gets into trouble, he will give up hope and quickly make preparations.

If Zhao Hongan is alright, but doesn't recover... then he can finally relax.

In any case, knowing the outcome is better than leaving it hanging.

As soon as the two of them reached the door, they heard Yang Qian's heart-wrenching cries coming from inside the room, calling out for her uncle...

Wang Hai's face turned pale instantly.

I rely on.

Could someone have died?

Wang Hai and his companion exchanged a glance, then, not daring to enter the house, turned and ran away.