“Mom, I’m here.”

Fang Heng entered the hospital room with a big smile, carrying a large bag of items. However, upon seeing someone he didn’t want to see, his face turned sour.

“Oh, what is a pampered rich second generation doing here?” Fang Heng said sarcastically.

“Xiao Heng, don’t be rude. He’s here specifically to visit Mom,” Fang Xuan reprimanded.

“Showing kindness for no reason, either a traitor or a thief,” Fang Heng sneered.

Fang Xuan was a bit displeased but didn’t continue to scold him. After all, Fang Heng was her brother, and she had no reason to criticize him for others.

Moreover, Fang Xuan thought Wang Haoran was quite bad.

However, she couldn’t muster any dislike for Wang Haoran and even felt a desire to get closer to him.

It was a very contradictory feeling.

“Xiao Heng, this is your sister’s friend. You must not be disrespectful, or I’ll knock on your head!”

Fang Xuan’s mother was very grateful to Wang Haoran for standing up to the mother and son from the next bed, so she scolded her son disapprovingly.

“Alright, I’ll be polite,” Fang Heng reluctantly agreed, taking an apple from the bag and tossing it to Wang Haoran.

“Here, have an apple!”

Wang Haoran caught it easily but didn’t eat it.

Firstly, he didn’t like apples, and secondly, it wasn’t washed.

Fang Heng was clearly trying to cause trouble.

If it weren’t for his ulterior motives, Wang Haoran would have thrown the apple back, hitting Fang Heng’s face.

But after thinking it over, Wang Haoran decided not to do so.

Let the kid be smug for now; once he gets what he wants, he’ll have his comeuppance.

“Xiao Heng, the apple isn’t even washed. How can you give it to a guest?” Fang Xuan’s mother scolded sternly.

“Heh, a rich second generation like him wouldn’t like to eat something as common as an apple. Even if it’s washed, he wouldn’t eat it, so why bother?” Fang Heng mocked.

Fang Xuan’s mother frowned and was about to scold him again, but Fang Heng quickly changed the subject:

“Where’s that annoying mother and son from the next bed?”

“They were driven away. I guess they changed beds and won’t be staying here anymore,” Fang Xuan replied.

“What happened?” Fang Heng asked.

Fang Xuan relayed what she heard from her mother to Fang Heng.

Upon hearing it, Fang Heng wasn’t grateful but instead looked at Wang Haoran with some annoyance.

He had been ready to personally teach that annoying mother and son a lesson and vent his long-standing frustration.

But Wang Haoran had driven them away.

Fang Heng was quite frustrated.

“You’re being so nice to my family for no reason. I bet you want to pursue my sister, right?” Fang Heng stared at Wang Haoran.

“Pursue your sister? You’re overthinking it,” Wang Haoran chuckled.

Pursue Fang Xuan? They’ve already rolled in the sheets twice; there’s no need for pursuit.

“Stop pretending. If you’re not after my sister, why are you being so nice to my family?” Fang Heng didn’t believe him and sneered:

“Don’t think you’re all that just because you have some money. I have money too.”

Saying this, he took out a half-meter-long scroll he carried with him, “See this? Someone offered 4 million for it, and I didn’t sell!”

Hearing this, Fang Xuan’s heart stirred.

An offer of 4 million? That must be Wang Haoran’s doing!

Her brother was so naive; why didn’t he sell it?

“What is it?” Wang Haoran feigned surprise.

“It’s Zhao Mengfu’s ‘Drinking Horse Picture,’ but you probably don’t know. You might not even know who Zhao Mengfu is,” Fang Heng mocked.

The reason he didn’t sell the ancient painting was that Fang Heng wanted to use it to show off to the mother and son from the next bed.

That middle-aged woman next door always bragged about her son’s million-dollar annual salary.

He casually picked up a painting from Guhe Street that could match her son’s years of work.

It would definitely slap their faces loudly.

Unfortunately, Wang Haoran drove them away.

On the side, Fang Xuan felt utterly embarrassed.

She knew her brother well. He didn’t study seriously in high school, had mediocre grades, and recently read a few antique books, thinking he was someone important.

It was simply foolish.

In her view, if it weren’t for Wang Haoran’s setup, this painting would be hard to sell for even a few dozen bucks.

“I’ve heard of Zhao Mengfu, a famous painter, calligrapher, and poet from the late Song to early Yuan dynasty, known as the crown of Yuan people. He created a new painting style in the Yuan dynasty and, along with Ouyang, Yan, and Liu, became one of the four great masters of regular script,” Wang Haoran explained slowly.

As a top student, he had this level of knowledge.

Fang Heng was stunned.

He only knew about Zhao Mengfu’s ‘Drinking Horse Picture’ through a golden finger and wasn’t very familiar with Zhao Mengfu himself.

“Didn’t expect you to know this. Not bad, not bad,” Fang Heng, considering himself a treasure appraiser, commented on Wang Haoran with an air of superiority.

“Xiao Heng, can this painting really sell for that much?” Fang Xuan’s mother asked incredulously.

“Absolutely!” Fang Heng said confidently:

“I’ve already sold an antique for 5 million before, but I haven’t had the chance to tell you. This is the second treasure I’ve found. Someone offered 4 million. Your son has an extraordinary talent for appraising treasures. Our family will definitely live a wealthy life in the future!”

“Moreover, I’ve already spent money to find someone to search for a kidney source. Once we find it, Mom, your illness can be cured.”

“You just wait to recover and enjoy life!”

“Xiao Xuan, is this true?” Fang Xuan’s mother couldn’t believe it and asked Fang Xuan.

“Mom, it’s true. Our family has money now, a lot of money. We’ll never worry about money again,” Fang Xuan said confidently.

The family indeed wasn’t short of money anymore. Wang Haoran had promised 10 million, and half of it had already reached Fang Heng.

“That’s great, that’s great… My son has made something of himself,” Fang Xuan’s mother said, tears streaming down her face in excitement.

Fang Heng felt immensely proud seeing this.

Wang Haoran watched silently for a while and suddenly said:

“I’m quite interested in collecting paintings. Are you selling this ‘Drinking Horse Picture’?”

“Someone offered 4 million, and I didn’t sell. How much can you offer?” Fang Heng asked.

“5 million. If you’re willing, I can transfer the money to you right now,” Wang Haoran said decisively.

“Deal!” Fang Heng didn’t hesitate.

He had already inquired that this ‘Drinking Horse Picture’ could sell for around 4.5 to 4.8 million on the market.

Wang Haoran’s offer of 5 million was already quite high.

Although Fang Heng disliked him, he wouldn’t refuse money.

Wang Haoran immediately operated on the banking software, and soon a dedicated 24-hour customer manager called to confirm the transfer details.

In less than ten minutes, 5 million was successfully transferred to Fang Heng’s account.

Seeing this, Fang Xuan felt much relieved.

Wang Haoran indeed kept his word; he didn’t shortchange the promised 10 million by a single cent.

[Ding, the host’s manipulation caused the protagonist Fang Heng to fail in showing off his second windfall to the heroine Fang Xuan, earning 200 villain points!]

“It’s yours now,” Fang Heng handed over the scroll.

Wang Haoran didn’t take it himself but let his driver handle it.

From start to finish, he didn’t even open the scroll to look at it.

Fang Heng was extremely surprised by this.

However, Fang Xuan wasn’t surprised at all.

Wang Haoran was just using this method to give money; the painting itself wasn’t important.

Of course, there was no need to look at it.