In the middle of the night when it was raining heavily, Shen Zhian rushed into Su Yu's office clutching the diagnosis report, while the man was putting his pen at the end of the contract. The cold white desk lamp cut his outline as sharp as a blade, and half of his watch was exposed from his suit cuffs. The ticking of the second hand mixed with the sound of rain was particularly harsh.
"Mr. Su, your mother's surgery fee..." Before she finished speaking, Su Yu had already closed the folder, and the black crocodile briefcase hit the table with a muffled sound. The wind he brought when he stood up lifted the paper in her hand, and the diagnosis of advanced lung cancer was like a fragile butterfly, lightly falling on the messy rose petals on the ground - that was the birthday surprise she prepared for him after working overtime until the early morning.
"Ms. Shen should know that what we have is just a transaction." Su Yu buttoned up his suit and glanced at her pale face, "Three months ago, you exchanged your body for project funds, and now you want to use this trick to get more?"
The moment the thunder exploded, Shen Zhian felt a pain in his chest as if it was torn apart. She recalled how she knelt downstairs of Su Yu's company to ask for a meeting when her father had a cerebral hemorrhage three months ago. At that time, he looked down at her in the rain, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses as cold as ice: "Accompany me to three dinners, and I will give you three million."
But now he trampled on her dignity. Shen Zhian bent down to pick up the diagnosis, and the rain dripped down the ends of her hair onto the handwriting, blurring out the blurred ink marks. "Mr. Su has a good memory." Her voice trembled, "Then you probably also remember who made ginger tea for you every late night when you worked overtime, and who stayed with you all night when your stomach disease attacked?"
Su Yu's Adam's apple moved, and finally just untied his tie and sneered: "Shen Zhian, it's just a show." He grabbed his briefcase and strode to the door, "Tomorrow I will ask my assistant to send the check to the hospital - just as a buyout of all the entanglements between us."
The moment the door was slammed shut, Shen Zhian could no longer hold on and fell to the ground. Rain mixed with tears slid into the corners of her mouth, salty and astringent. She finally understood that in Su Yu's eyes, she was just a commodity that could be traded for money, and those tender and affectionate moments in the middle of the night were all her wishful illusions.
The corridor outside the operating room was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Shen Zhian stared at the numbers on the bill, her fingertips hovering over the phone keyboard again and again. The phone suddenly vibrated. It was a photo sent by an unfamiliar number: Su Yu was holding a popular actress at the celebration banquet, and the smiles on their faces hurt her eyes.
With a "ding" sound, the incoming text message popped up. Shen Zhian looked at the string of numbers and suddenly laughed out loud. She stood up and walked to the ward, tearing the bill into pieces and throwing it into the air. Outside the glass window, dark clouds blocked the last ray of moonlight, and heavy rain washed over the city and her once passionate heart.