**Chapter 30: The Unexpected Gift**

  Zheng Shifan frowned and whispered to his father, "Dad, we can’t just hand over the entire Zheng family business to him just because he asks for it."

  Zheng Jiacheng waved his hand to silence him.

  At this moment, Lin Yu had already taken out his phone, calculated carefully, and smiled as he looked up. "Let’s round it up—300,000."

  His words stunned everyone once again.

  Song Zheng had casually waived two million, an astronomical sum for ordinary people. But this He Jiarong had essentially given back almost the entire ten million with a single sentence.

  "Little brother, 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 said with a smile, his impression of Lin Yu improving significantly.

  "That’s right, young friend. You can take it. My old bones are still worth some money," Zheng Jiacheng chuckled.

  "Old Mr. Zheng, 300,000 is already a generous fee. If I weren’t facing some difficulties, I wouldn’t charge you so much. Please don’t insist," Lin Yu replied sincerely, without a trace of affectation.

  Seeing his earnestness, Zheng Jiacheng didn’t press further and nodded, instructing Zheng Shifan to pay Lin Yu the 300,000—in cash.

  Zheng Shifan also offered Song Zheng 100,000 as a token of appreciation, but Song Zheng, embarrassed that Lin Yu had only asked for 300,000 after curing the illness, refused and left.

  As Lin Yu and Wei Gongxun walked out of the villa side by side, Zheng Jiacheng stood by the window, watching Lin Yu’s retreating figure with admiration.

  "Nowadays, young people with extraordinary abilities who remain humble and unimpressed by vanity are rare. Shifan, you should try to get closer to him in the future. He might be of help 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, I don’t need his help.*

  "Also, pick out a good car tomorrow and deliver it to him—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 to treat Wei’s wife before parting ways. Lin Yu headed straight to Qin Xiulan’s steamed bun shop.

  Seeing Lin Yu, Qin Xiulan’s face lit up with a rare smile. "Jiarong, you’re not a child anymore. You have a family now. You should find a proper job instead of always coming here."

  "Mom, even though I don’t have a job, I earn quite a bit from treating people," Lin Yu said excitedly, opening his backpack to reveal 300,000 in cash.

  "Jiarong, where did you get so much money?" Qin Xiulan gasped.

  "I just treated a wealthy family. This is their consultation fee," Lin Yu said proudly. For the first time in his life, he had the ability to support his mother instead of relying on 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 should keep it for yourself," Qin Xiulan protested.

  "Mom, please take it. Consider it my way of fulfilling Lin Yu’s filial duty," Lin Yu said, glancing at the photo of himself and his mother on the table with a sigh.

  *If I can’t be myself again, then with this borrowed body, I’ll protect you for the rest of your life.*

  In the end, Qin Xiulan reluctantly accepted. "Fine, I’ll hold onto this money for you. If you ever need it, just ask."

  ---

  The next day, Lin Yu had planned to sleep in, but Jiang Yan dragged him out of bed early and took him to the market. She handed him a basket and instructed him to buy groceries before heading to the clinic, reminding him to get some meat.

  Lin Yu was dumbfounded. Judging by Jiang Yan’s matter-of-fact tone, it seemed He Jiarong had been doing this kind of chore regularly.

  *Didn’t he feel any shame? A grown man doing laundry, grocery shopping, and sleeping on the floor…*

  "Uh… I don’t have any money," Lin Yu admitted awkwardly. He had given all the money to his mother the day before, keeping none for himself.

  Jiang Yan shot him a disdainful look before tossing a 100-yuan bill out the window and driving off.

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  Lin Yu glared at the departing car, fuming. *Just wait. One day, I’ll pull down your pants and spank you.*

  This was Lin Yu’s first time grocery shopping, and he felt nervous, unsure how to pick vegetables or haggle.

  But the moment he arrived at the market, the vendors greeted him warmly.

  "Aiyo, Xiao He, here to shop? Haven’t seen you in ages!"

  "Where’ve you been these past two months? We’ve missed you!"

  "Xiao He, the usual three items? I’ll pack them for you to pick up later."

  "Here’s your veggies. You can pay later if you’re short."

  "What a dutiful young man!"

  *Dutiful?*

  Lin Yu’s face twitched. Judging by the vendors’ enthusiasm, it seemed He Jiarong had genuinely enjoyed this "dutiful" chore.

  After shopping, Lin Yu was broke 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, gleaming pink Maserati Quattroporte parked in front.

  The car’s hood was adorned with a heart-shaped arrangement of roses, surrounded by other flowers and ribbons. Next to it stood a young man in a deep blue suit, his hair slicked back, exuding confidence as he held a bouquet—clearly preparing for a grand romantic gesture.

  "Damn, proposing with a million-yuan luxury car? First time I’ve seen this!"

  "Just the flower arrangement on the car must cost tens of thousands. So romantic!"

  "If I were the girl, I’d die happy—no regrets even if I dropped dead right after."

  "Pathetic. I’d give him a long, passionate kiss."

  "No girl could refuse a proposal this grand."

  The crowd buzzed with excitement, envy dripping from the voices of young women.

  Lin Yu, intrigued, joined the spectators, curious about which beauty had caught this rich guy’s eye.

  "Jiang Yan, I love you!"

  The suited man cleared his throat and shouted toward the clinic.

  Lin Yu nearly spat blood. *I go out to buy groceries and come back to a cuckolding?*

  *I almost lost my wife in the time it took to shop?*

  Furious, Lin Yu saw this as a blatant insult. Jiang Yan was a married woman—how dare this guy publicly declare his love? Did he not consider Lin Yu’s existence at all?

  Maybe the timid He Jiarong could have tolerated this, but the soul inhabiting this body now was *Lin Yu*!

  Whether to defend his dignity as a man or to repay He Jiarong, Lin Yu was determined to crush this guy’s arrogance.

  Just as he stepped forward, Jiang Yan emerged from the clinic.

  Lin Yu hesitated and retreated, deciding to observe Jiang Yan’s reaction. If she showed even the slightest interest in this guy, he would 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!"

  "Damn, with a body like that, I’d die happy after one night with her."

  The crowd marveled at Jiang Yan’s beauty.

  "Zhu Zhihua, enough! I’ve told you—I’m married. Give up already!" 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!"

  Zhu Zhihua clearly didn’t know He Jiarong had woken up.

  *Yan’er?*

  Lin Yu’s eye twitched. *Even I, her husband, haven’t called her that!*

  "I’m Jiang Yan. Thank you. Also, my husband has woken up. We’re very happy. Stop harassing me!" Jiang Yan’s tone was frosty.

  "Yan’er, don’t lie. Last month, I asked his doctor—the chances of him waking up were zero."

  Zhu Zhihua shrugged, then declared grandly, "If you marry me, I’ll devote myself to you forever. This car is just a small gift. After we marry, I’ll buy you a villa."

  Gasps erupted from the crowd. *Who is this young master? His spending is insane!*

  "Sorry, not interested. Leave now. Don’t disturb my patients," Jiang Yan retorted coldly before turning to go back inside.

  "Yan’er!"

  Zhu Zhihua panicked and grabbed her arm.

  "Let go!" Jiang Yan struggled, but her strength was no match for his.

  "Yan’er, just give me a chance!" Zhu Zhihua leaned in, as if trying to force a kiss.

  "Hands off!"

  Lin Yu burst from the crowd, a grocery basket in one hand and two green onions in the other, pointing furiously at Zhu Zhihua.

  At the sight of Lin Yu, Zhu Zhihua paled. "H-He Jiarong? You’re awake?"

  "I said, let go!"

  Ignoring him, Lin Yu dashed forward and smacked Zhu Zhihua’s hand with a green onion.

  "Ow!"

  Zhu Zhihua yelped and jerked his hand back.

  "Are you okay?" Lin Yu stepped protectively beside Jiang Yan, his voice gentle.

  "I-I’m fine," Jiang Yan murmured, her lashes fluttering. His resolute gaze made her cheeks warm and her breath quicken.

  *Security.*

  Though she hated to admit it, Lin Yu gave her a sense of safety she’d never felt before.

  "Stay away from my wife from now on, or I won’t be polite," Lin Yu warned coldly.

  Zhu Zhihua shuddered under Lin Yu’s glare but quickly regained his composure. *Why should I fear this loser?*

  "Not polite? *You?* A useless freeloader? Look what I’m giving Yan’er—a Maserati! And what’s in your hand? Rotten vegetables!" Zhu Zhihua sneered.

  The crowd burst into laughter.

  "Sweetheart, why cling to this deadbeat? Even an idiot would choose the Maserati!"

  "Stupid girl. No, worse than stupid—even a fool knows which is better."

  "Think carefully. Love doesn’t fill your stomach. I’d pick the rich guy in a heartbeat."

  The crowd sided with Zhu Zhihua, their voices dripping with materialism.

  Just then, a roaring engine cut through the noise as a wine-red Ferrari screeched to a perfect stop in front of the clinic.

  "Ferrari LaFerrari!"

  A car enthusiast in the crowd screamed, barely containing his excitement.

  This limited-edition convertible, priced at nearly 30 million, had only 202 units worldwide—with just 3 allocated to China.

  And now, one of those three was right before their eyes. Phones whipped out as people snapped photos frantically.

  All eyes were glued to the stunning car, eagerly awaiting the appearance of a supermodel or tycoon.

  But their anticipation turned to disappointment when a plain-looking young man in a white shirt and black suit—looking like a real estate agent—stepped out.

  The man strode through the crowd, straight to Lin Yu, and respectfully handed him the keys.

  "Mr. He, your car has been delivered. Please inspect it."

  He then discreetly passed Lin Yu a card, whispering pleadingly, "Mr. He, you must accept this. Mr. Zheng said if you refuse, I’m fired."

  Seeing Zheng Shifan’s gold-embossed signature, Lin Yu smiled wryly and accepted. "Thank Mr. Zheng for me."

  The young man beamed and left.

  The crowd gaped at the Ferrari key in Lin Yu’s hand. The "useless freeloader" they’d mocked moments ago now owned a limited-edition Ferrari.

  *This is what true hidden power looks like!*

  Especially since he held the Ferrari key in one hand and a basket of wilted greens in the other…

  Lin Yu turned to Jiang Yan, whose shock mirrored the crowd’s, and extended the keys with a smile.

  "Sorry for not telling you earlier—wanted it to be a surprise. Here, an early anniversary gift."