TVSFPAG -Chapter 135 Give Me One Million

In a private room of a café.

Manager He was warmly entertaining the young man in front of him with a smile. The man looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, dressed in a neat, well-fitted suit.

He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, carrying an air of upright righteousness. At a glance, he seemed extraordinary in temperament.

However, he wasn’t discussing orders at all, instead constantly asking about Chu Jinhan.

Still, it had to be said—his composed and methodical demeanor did resemble Xiao Chu a bit.

“This Xiao Chu usually isn’t very talkative and rarely shares his personal matters with us, so I don’t know the specifics either,” Manager He said.

As he spoke, he noticed someone pushing the door open and entering. His expression lit up. “There he is. Manager Wei, why don’t you talk to him directly?”

Upon hearing this, Wei Ke immediately turned around.

His calm expression instantly changed—he stood up in excitement.

But when he saw the indifference in the other person’s eyes, as if they didn’t recognize him at all, the words on his lips were swallowed back down.

Wei Ke turned back to Manager He and said, “Thanks for your trouble, Manager He. I’ll have a chat with your… supervisor first.”

Manager He froze for a moment, feeling a bit displeased inside. He was the boss, after all—what business couldn’t be discussed in front of him?

But he only thought it, and still kept a smiling face. “Alright then, you two talk. I’ll head out first—I still have some things to take care of.”

He stood up, walked over to Chu Jinhan, and lowered his voice. “Make sure you treat him well—this is a truly big client.”

Chu Jinhan ignored him, his gaze fixed entirely on the man in front of him.

Seeing that he was being ignored, Manager He could only suppress his dissatisfaction and leave the private room.

After Manager He left.

The two stood facing each other in silence. Wei Ke’s initial excitement gradually turned into something more complex.

For a long time, neither of them spoke.

It was Wei Ke who finally broke the silence. “President Chu… you don’t recognize me anymore?”

Chu Jinhan withdrew his gaze, walked to the opposite seat, and sat down. Rubbing his temples, he said as if talking to himself, “I have some impression, but I don’t remember.”

Wei Ke collapsed back onto the sofa, his face filled with disappointment, worry, and concern. “No wonder you’ve been missing for so long—you really have lost your memory.”

“You have no idea how hard it’s been for me to find you. All the clues were wiped clean. On the surface, it seems like many people were looking for you, but now I can’t even tell which ones were sincere.”

“Fortunately, now…” Wei Ke spoke vividly, his emotions genuine and overflowing—he was almost pounding his chest in frustration.

However, when he looked up and saw the man across from him expressionless, listening as if to a story, with even a hint of scrutiny in his eyes—

All the emotions he had built up felt like a punch landing on cotton. No—on steel.

“President Chu, don’t you trust me?”

Chu Jinhan said, “Why should I trust you?”

“I can prove it. I know many things about you, many…”

Chu Jinhan interrupted him. “You just said earlier that many people are looking for me. Then my matters should be known by many people.”

“I can tentatively accept my identity, but before I recover my memory, I won’t trust anyone—including you.”

Wei Ke’s face paled slightly. He never expected that after all the hardships he went through to find him, this would be the result.

He actually didn’t trust him!

“Then what will it take for you to trust me?”

Chu Jinhan paused briefly, then slowly said, “Since you keep saying you’re my most capable assistant, I must be quite wealthy. Give me one million first.”

“…”

Wei Ke was completely stunned.

He had imagined countless reunion scenarios—emotional recognition, tears of reunion, though that was unlikely.

He had also expected President Chu to doubt him, test him, or probe him.

But he never expected that the first thing he would say was to ask for money.

Wei Ke suddenly felt a bit wronged. After all the effort he put into finding him and pouring his heart out, it would have been fine if he didn’t believe him—but now he was asking him for money?

“Why… is one million a lot?”

Wei Ke sighed. “Not really. President Chu, what do you need one million for?”

“To buy a house.”

“W-what?”

Wei Ke was full of question marks. He began to wonder if President Chu’s brain had also been affected by the amnesia.

Chu Jinhan said, “To buy a house. If you can’t produce it, then forget it.”

His patience was wearing thin. After saying this, he stood up and prepared to leave.

Wei Ke quickly said, “Mr. Chu, I’ll give it! I’ll give you one million, but… can you come back with me first?”

Chu Jinhan glanced at him but didn’t answer his question. Instead, he took out his phone, opened his payment QR code, and motioned for him to transfer the money.

Looking at the QR code, Wei Ke took a deep breath.

He comforted himself for a long time in his mind. It seemed that Mr. Chu hadn’t been living well over the past half year, and the amnesia had left some aftereffects.

He couldn’t blame him.

Wei Ke adjusted his emotions, then looked up again. His expression was somewhat bitter. “Mr. Chu, I can give it to you… but can you promise me that after you regain your memory, you won’t hold this against me?”

Wei Ke knew him best, because the normal Mr. Chu would never do something so foolish.

Once he regained his memory and recalled this, he would definitely settle the score with him.

He could even imagine it now—if he tried to argue later, Mr. Chu would say: “If I tell you to give it, you give it. If I tell you to die, would you go and die too?”

“Alright.”

Wei Ke felt a bit relieved. “Okay, Mr. Chu, let me add you. I’ll transfer it to you shortly.”

The two added each other as contacts. Chu Jinhan didn’t linger any longer and left the café directly.

Wei Ke looked at the man’s departing figure with a heavy heart.

When he saw him get on a pink electric scooter, his eyes widened like bells, and he felt as if the sky had fallen.

Could it be that after losing his memory, Mr. Chu had awakened some strange trait?

—

When Chu Jinhan returned, Song Yunfei had just finished a phone call with her family.

Song Dashan had already been discharged from the hospital and returned home. Now he only needed to recover well at home, undergo dialysis every week, and take medication to stabilize his condition.

Once a suitable kidney donor was found, he could proceed with the surgery.

Hearing some movement outside, Song Yunfei said goodbye to her mother, “Alright, Mom. It’s cold outside, hurry inside and rest early.”

After hanging up, she walked out of the bedroom.

She saw Chu Jinhan taking off his coat and hanging it on the rack by the door, holding takeout containers in his hand.

Song Yunfei smiled. “I was just about to go out to eat, didn’t expect you to bring it back already. How did you know I wasn’t asleep?”

Chu Jinhan placed the food on the dining table. “It’s not the first time.”

Song Yunfei thought about it—it seemed true.

Every time she said she was exhausted, after showering and lying on the bed, she would immediately regain energy.

She quickly sat down at the dining table, opened the bags, and took out the food containers.

Chu Jinhan also washed his hands and came back to sit down.

He suddenly asked, “Do you like this apartment?”

Without looking up, Song Yunfei focused on opening the takeout boxes. “Yeah, why?”

“Give me the owner’s contact information.”

Song Yunfei paused. “What do you need it for?”

Chu Jinhan: “Buy it. That way we won’t have to move.”

Song Yunfei’s heart skipped a beat. “Did you strike it rich?”

“I just met a big client.”

“Why buy it?”

They hadn’t even lived here for two months, and he suddenly wanted to buy it. With that money, he might as well give it to her.

Chu Jinhan looked at her, his gaze somewhat subtle. “Convenient.”

Seeing that look in his eyes, a sudden warmth crept onto her face.

What he meant by “convenient” was definitely not for work convenience.

Because this guy wanted to try everything everywhere, but she had always said no to this and that.

She didn’t know what he had been watching, but his thoughts were becoming more and more… wild.

She swore she had already deleted all those saved things long ago.

Seeing her remain silent, Chu Jinhan frowned slightly. “What’s wrong? You don’t want it?”

Seeing his familiar posture, if she dared say no, she would definitely be met with a long lecture.

Song Yunfei’s mouth twitched. She could only give in, forcing a fake smile. “I do. I’m just too happy—we finally have a home of our own.”