**"Dad!"** Zheng Shifan frowned and reminded in a low voice. They couldn't just hand over the entire Zheng family business if Lin Yu asked for it.
Zheng Jiacheng waved his hand, signaling him to be quiet.
At this moment, Lin Yu had already taken out his phone and calculated carefully before looking up with a smile. **"Let's round it up—300,000."**
His words caused another wave of astonishment among the crowd.
Song Zheng had casually waived two million, a huge sum for ordinary people, but this He Jiarong had almost entirely waived the ten million with a single sentence.
**"Young man, there's no need to be polite. The ten million was prepared from the start. Even if you don't take it, someone else will. Please accept it."** Zheng Shifan smiled warmly, his impression of Lin Yu improving significantly.
**"Yes, young friend, you can take it. My old bones are still worth something."** Zheng Jiacheng chuckled.
**"Old Master Zheng, 300,000 is already a lot. If I weren't facing some difficulties, I wouldn't charge you such a high fee. Please don't insist."** Lin Yu's tone was sincere, without any pretense.
Seeing this, Zheng Jiacheng didn't press further and nodded, instructing Zheng Shifan to pay Lin Yu 300,000 in cash.
Zheng Shifan also offered Song Zheng 100,000 as a token of appreciation, but Song Zheng, seeing that Lin Yu had only taken 300,000 for curing the illness, felt too embarrassed to accept and left without the money.
As Wei Gongxun and Lin Yu walked out of the villa side by side, Zheng Jiacheng stood by the window, watching Lin Yu's retreating figure with admiration. **"Young people with such ability, who remain humble and unpretentious, are rare these days. Shifan, you should try to connect with him more in the future. He might be helpful to your career."**
**"Yes, Dad."** Zheng Shifan nodded, though inwardly he was dismissive. *No matter how skilled he is, he's just a doctor. What else can he do besides treat illnesses?* As the heir of Wansheng Auto Trade, he hardly needed Lin Yu's help.
**"Also, pick out a good car for him tomorrow—as both a gift and a token of gratitude. Make sure it's a good one."** Zheng Jiacheng emphasized.
**"Understood."** Zheng Shifan replied.
After leaving the Zheng residence, Lin Yu and Wei Gongxun agreed to meet on the weekend for his wife's treatment before parting ways. Lin Yu headed straight to his adoptive mother Qin Xiulan's bun shop.
Seeing Lin Yu, Qin Xiulan immediately broke into a rare smile. **"Jiarong, you're not a kid anymore. You have a family now—you need to find a proper job instead of always coming here."**
**"Mom, even though I don't have a job, I earn a good amount by treating people."** Lin Yu said excitedly, opening his backpack to reveal the 300,000 in cash.
**"Jiarong, where did you get so much money?"** Qin Xiulan exclaimed in shock.
**"I just treated a wealthy family, and this is the fee they gave me."** Lin Yu said proudly. For as long as he could remember, his mother had supported him. Now, he could finally support her.
Lin Yu then called Huang Mao over and repaid him 220,000, including interest, before giving the remaining money to his mother.
**"Jiarong, I can't take this. You keep it for yourself."** Qin Xiulan refused.
**"Mom, please take it. Consider it my way of fulfilling my filial duties for Lin Yu."** Lin Yu glanced at the photo of himself and his mother on the table, feeling emotional.
*Since I can't return to being myself, I'll use this body to protect you for the rest of your life.*
Eventually, Qin Xiulan relented. **"Fine, I'll keep the money for you. If you ever need it, just ask."**
The next day, Lin Yu planned to sleep in, but Jiang Yan woke him early and took him to the market. She handed him a basket and told him to buy groceries before meeting her at the clinic, reminding him to get some meat.
Lin Yu was bewildered. Judging by Jiang Yan's matter-of-fact tone, it seemed He Jiarong had done this kind of chore often.
*Didn't he feel ashamed? A grown man doing laundry, shopping for groceries, and sleeping on the floor…*
**"Uh, I don't have any money."** Though it felt humiliating, Lin Yu had to admit it—he'd given all his money to his mother and kept none for himself.
Jiang Yan gave him a disdainful look before tossing a 100-yuan bill out the window and driving off.
Lin Yu glared at her retreating car, thinking, *Just wait. One day, I'll spank you so hard you won't forget.*
This was Lin Yu's first time shopping for groceries, and he felt nervous, unsure how to pick vegetables or haggle.
But as soon as he entered the market, the vendors greeted him warmly.
**"Ah, Xiao He! Here to shop? Long time no see!"**
**"Where've you been these past two months? We missed you!"**
**"Xiao He, the usual three items? I'll pack them for you to pick up later."**
**"I've already packed your veggies. If you're short on cash, just owe me."**
**"What a diligent young man."**
*Diligent?*
Lin Yu's face twitched. Judging by the vendors' enthusiasm, it seemed He Jiarong had genuinely enjoyed this "diligent" chore.
After shopping, Lin Yu was out of money and had to borrow a yuan from a vendor to take the bus back to the clinic.
As he got off at the stop, he saw a crowd gathered outside the clinic. Pushing through, he spotted a brand-new pink Maserati Quattroporte parked in front.
The car's hood was adorned with a heart-shaped display of roses, surrounded by other flowers and ribbons. A young man in a navy-blue suit, his hair slicked back, stood beside it, holding a bouquet—clearly preparing for a grand romantic gesture.
**"So rich! Proposing with a million-dollar car? First time I've seen this."**
**"The flower display alone must cost over ten thousand. So romantic!"**
**"If I were the girl, I'd die happy—no regrets!"**
**"I'd give him a long, passionate kiss!"**
**"No girl could refuse such a proposal."**
The crowd buzzed with excitement, especially the young women, their envy palpable.
Lin Yu, intrigued, joined the spectators, curious about the lucky woman.
**"Jiang Yan, I love you!"**
The suited man cleared his throat and shouted toward the clinic.
Lin Yu nearly spat blood. *I go shopping for groceries, and a green hat falls from the sky?*
*I nearly lost my wife while buying vegetables?*
Furious, Lin Yu saw this as a direct insult. Jiang Yan was a married woman—how dare this man openly declare his love? Did he have no respect for Lin Yu?
Perhaps the timid He Jiarong could have tolerated it, but now, it was *Lin Yu* in this body.
Whether to defend his dignity as a man or to repay He Jiarong, Lin Yu was determined to crush this arrogant suitor.
Just as he stepped forward, Jiang Yan emerged from the clinic.
Lin Yu hesitated, stepping back to observe her reaction. If she showed even a hint of interest, he'd immediately file for divorce on He Jiarong's behalf!
**"Wow, she's stunning! No wonder he's splurging!"**
**"If I had that kind of money, I'd spend it on her too!"**
**"With a body like that, I'd die happy after one night with her."**
The crowd was equally awed by Jiang Yan's beauty.
**"Zhu Zhihua, enough! I've told you—I'm married. Give it up!"** Jiang Yan's voice was icy.
**"It's fine, Yan'er. I don't mind. Your husband's a vegetable now—he'll never wake up. Why suffer for a half-dead man? Give me a chance!"**
Clearly, Zhu Zhihua hadn't heard that He Jiarong had woken up.
*Yan'er?*
*How shameless!* Lin Yu glared. Even as Jiang Yan's husband, *he* hadn't called her that.
**"It's Jiang Yan, thank you. And my husband has woken up. We're very happy. Stop harassing me!"**
**"Yan'er, that's a childish lie. Last month, I asked his doctor—the chance of him waking up was zero."**
Zhu Zhihua shrugged, then declared passionately, **"If you marry me, I'll devote my life to you. This car is just a small gift. After we wed, I'll buy you a villa."**
The crowd gasped. *Who is this lavish young master?*
**"No thanks. Leave now—you're disturbing my patients."** Jiang Yan turned to go.
**"Yan'er!"**
Zhu Zhihua grabbed her arm.
**"Let go!"** Jiang Yan struggled, but he held tight.
**"Give me a chance!"** Zhu Zhihua leaned in, as if to force a kiss.
**"Get your hands off her!"**
Lin Yu burst from the crowd, a grocery basket in one hand and two leeks in the other, pointing angrily at Zhu Zhihua.
At the sight of Lin Yu, Zhu Zhihua paled. **"H-He Jiarong? You're awake?"**
**"I said LET GO!"**
Without another word, Lin Yu lunged forward and whipped Zhu Zhihua's hand with a leek.
**"Ow!"**
Zhu Zhihua recoiled as if struck by a whip.
**"Are you okay?"** Lin Yu stepped protectively beside Jiang Yan, his voice gentle.
**"I-I'm fine."** Jiang Yan's lashes fluttered, her cheeks warming inexplicably at his firm gaze.
*Safety.*
Though reluctant to admit it, she couldn't deny it—Lin Yu gave her a sense of security she'd never known.
**"Stay away from my wife, or next time, I won't be polite."** Lin Yu's voice was frosty.
For a moment, Zhu Zhihua shuddered under Lin Yu's glare. But then he scoffed. *Why fear this loser?*
**"Not polite? *You*—a freeloading nobody? Look what I'm giving Yan'er—a Maserati! And what's in your hand? Rotten vegetables!"**
The crowd erupted in laughter.
**"Girl, why cling to a useless man?"**
**"Even a fool would choose the Maserati!"**
**"Choose the suited guy—love can't fill your stomach!"**
Public opinion favored Zhu Zhihua—after all, materialism was human nature.
Just then, a roaring engine cut through the noise. A ruby-red Ferrari screeched to a perfect halt outside the clinic.
**"Ferrari LaFerrari!"**
A car enthusiast in the crowd screamed in excitement.
This limited-edition convertible, priced at nearly 30 million, was one of only 202 globally—with just 3 in China.
And now, one of them was right here. Cameras flashed as the crowd gawked.
The door opened, revealing an ordinary-looking young man in a white shirt and black suit—like a real estate agent.
To everyone's shock, he strode straight to Lin Yu and handed him the keys.
**"Mr. He, your car has been delivered. Please inspect it."**
He then discreetly passed Lin Yu a card, whispering, **"Mr. Zheng said if you refuse, I'm fired."**
Seeing Zheng Shifan's gilded signature, Lin Yu reluctantly accepted. **"Thank Mr. Zheng for me."**
The young man beamed and left.
The crowd was stunned. The man they'd mocked as a freeloader now held the keys to a limited-edition Ferrari.
*Talk about hiding one's wealth!*
Especially since he still clutched a basket of wilted greens in his other hand.
Lin Yu turned to Jiang Yan, whose eyes were wide with shock, and extended the keys with a smile.
**"Sorry for not telling you—wanted it to be a surprise. Here, an early anniversary gift."**