HRPM – Chapter 455 People Die for Money

“Brother Luo, you’re here! Jin Luoluo refuses to take her medicine. You have to think of a way to make her drink it,” Bulaya said the moment her sharp eyes spotted Xiao Luo arriving a little late.

Jin Luoluo’s attention was immediately drawn to him. A trace of worry rose in her heart as she wondered whether he had fallen ill after getting soaked in the rain the previous night.

Xiao Che noticed the concern on her face, and his expression darkened.

The memory of seeing his Seventeenth Uncle holding Jin Luoluo so intimately the night before filled him with an indescribable mixture of anger and resentment.

Xiao Luo wheeled himself slowly toward the bedside. He looked to be in good spirits, showing no signs of having caught a fever after the rain.

Jin Luoluo finally relaxed.

“Don’t even try to persuade me to take medicine. I’m already better. I don’t need it.”

She hurriedly cut him off before he could speak, afraid he would start nagging her like everyone else.

Xiao Luo replied with calm, logical reasoning.

“Generally speaking, only half of what you say can be believed. When you say you’re well, it usually means you’re only mostly well. Since you’re not completely recovered, you naturally need to take your medicine. Otherwise, a minor illness could turn into a serious one. Then, forget about making money—you’ll end up spending a fortune on medical bills instead. Think about it. Every extra day you’re sick is another day you lose income. From that perspective, it’s a very bad investment.”

Xiao Luo knew Jin Luoluo better than anyone.

Money was what she cared about most, and she was willing to make all kinds of sacrifices where money was concerned.

So he skillfully steered the conversation toward money, convinced she would take the bait.

Jin Luoluo curled her lips.

“I’m on vacation now. I’ve already decided to treat making money like dirt. Even if I weren’t sick, how am I supposed to make money while staying in this imperial villa?”

Even the scheming imperial uncle couldn’t persuade Jin Luoluo, leaving everyone even more discouraged.

With no other choice, Xiao Luo brought out his trump card.

“Luoluo, if you’re willing to drink your medicine, I’ll give you this piece of warm jade.”

He took an exquisitely carved jade ornament from inside his robes and waved it in front of her.

At a single glance, anyone could tell it was a priceless treasure worth a fortune.

Jin Luoluo’s eyes instantly lit up with delight.

People die for wealth, birds die for food.

All she had to do was drink one bowl of medicine to get such a valuable treasure. She would be a fool to refuse.

She’d agree even if it killed her.

“Okay, okay! I’ll drink it!”

Pinching her nose shut, Jin Luoluo gulped down the entire bowl of medicine in one painful series of swallows.

The moment she finished, she grabbed a handful of dried tangerine peel and stuffed it into her mouth to chew away the bitter taste.

Still afraid Xiao Luo might change his mind, she mumbled through her mouthful,

“Quick, give it to me! I finished it! Haha! This is like a pie falling from the sky. I really hit the jackpot this time!”