Car-hailing Driver: Rewards from Complaints

Chapter 554 - 238: Best Friend’s Romance Scam Scheme, Part 2

Female Passenger: "I’m sorry, husband, it’s all my fault. I just wanted to try my luck. If we were lucky, we could afford surgery for our son and even buy a bigger house. I only wanted us to live a better life, I didn’t intend to squander our money."

Man: "What nonsense! Is money that easy to make that it would come your way? You’re destined to be poor, so what makes you dream of being rich? You need to go and get the money back right now, or you might as well die. Your existence is a curse!"

After saying that, the man hung up the phone.

The female passenger looked blankly ahead, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

After a while, she wiped her tears and said to Yang Chen, "Sir, could you please take me to Renmin Hospital?"

Yang Chen nodded, got in the car, and took her to the hospital.

They arrived at the hospital quickly.

The female passenger asked, "Sir, how much is it?"

Yang Chen saw that her family was in a pitiable situation, and at this time even one dollar was incredibly precious to them.

So, Yang Chen replied, "It’s okay, you should hurry and see your child. Try to communicate well with them; what’s done is done, and no matter how upset you get, you can’t change anything. If you need help, I can introduce you to several charitable foundations; maybe they can assist you."

The female passenger’s eyes immediately lit up and she said, "Thank you, sir, thank you. Can you come up with me? My husband will certainly beat me up. Please tell him there’s still hope for our son. I beg you, I beg you."

Wanting to help to the end, Yang Chen followed the female passenger upstairs.

Sure enough, as soon as her husband saw her, he took off his belt to hit her.

Yang Chen didn’t stop him, and he even blocked the nurse who tried to intervene.

Beating someone is certainly wrong, but this beating would surely stay with her for the rest of her life, hopefully helping her stay awake if a similar situation arose in the future.

The child’s eyes were wrapped in bandages, and he cried from the bed, pleading with his father not to hit his mother.

Judging by his appearance, he was probably just over ten years old.

After the man struck about a dozen times, Yang Chen quickly stepped in and stopped him.

"Buddy, that’s enough, that’s enough. Just teach her a lesson; you wouldn’t actually kill her in front of the child, would you?" Yang Chen advised.

The man remained emotional, tossed the belt away, and sat on the ground crying.

"I trusted her so much, I gave her all the money to manage. Now our son is about to have surgery, and she gambled all the money away. If it were me needing surgery, and the money was squandered, I wouldn’t hate her like this. But it’s our son’s surgery, she’s his biological mother, how could she do this? Even a tiger doesn’t eat its cub, she’s worse than a beast!" The man sobbed.

The woman ignored the injuries on her face from the beating and crawled over to her husband, kowtowing and admitting her mistake.

"Husband, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, my fault, my fault..."

The nurses quickly brought disinfectant to clean and bandage the woman’s wounds, blaming the man for being too harsh, saying everything could have been settled peacefully instead of resorting to such extreme measures.

They were just speaking from a position of ease; if their partner squandered the family fortune, they wouldn’t know what extreme actions they would take.

The man cursed, "What good is saying it’s your fault now? Money, money, money! How can we afford surgery for our son without it? after finally waiting long enough for our son’s turn, missing this chance means we don’t know how long we’ll have to wait again. Don’t apologize to me, apologize to your son."

Looking at her son, who appeared lost on the hospital bed, she didn’t dare approach.

Yang Chen wrote down a phone number and handed it to the man, saying, "Since we met, consider it fate. Call this number tomorrow, say that Yang Chen referred you, explain your situation clearly, and he’ll help you."

This was the number of Li Haishan, the president of the Hai Shan Foundation. Recently, when Minghai Art Gallery hosted a charity auction with several foundations, they received ample funds, and if Yang Chen asked them to donate tens of thousands for the child’s surgery, they wouldn’t refuse.

The man quickly stood and asked, "Whose number is this?"

Yang Chen: "It’s the number of Li Haishan, the president of the Hai Shan Foundation. I know him, and I’ll send him a message to explain ahead of time. Call him during business hours tomorrow, just say Yang Chen referred you, and he’ll make the arrangements."

The man quickly knelt and bowed in gratitude, and Yang Chen hurriedly helped him up.

The female passenger repeatedly kowtowed in thanks, and Yang Chen also quickly pulled her up.

"Alright! Take good care of your child. This is all I can do for you; pay back the money you owe yourselves. From now on, be realistic and don’t dream of getting rich overnight." Yang Chen said.

The female passenger quickly nodded in response: "Understood. I will always remember your kindness."

Yang Chen waved with a smile and turned away.

The nurses watched Yang Chen’s departing figure with admiration; each of their faces filled with infatuation.

So handsome, with a good heart and impressive social circles—simply perfect.

The nurses quickly asked the female passenger about Yang Chen’s identity.

The female passenger replied, "He’s a ride-hailing driver; I came here in his car."

"What? A ride-hailing driver?" The crowd exclaimed, all looking incredulous.

Yang Chen returned to the car and received the female passenger’s review.

"Thank you, sir, for saving my life; I’ll never forget it. Once my son is healed, I surely will bring him to thank you in person. Thank you."

Yang Chen showed a satisfied smile.