If you’ve money, I’ll marry you (3)

Rose felt complete disapproval for Wang’s indulgent attitude towards jungkook: “Although it may be inappropriate for me to say this, but it is because you indulged him that you have to pay twice as much to recruit others to work for him, yet in the end, no one can stay for long!”

Wang grinned informally, and amiably called her ‘rosejie’: “It’s clear that there’s nothing to be said about our rose jie’s professional ability, it’s just that jungkook’s situation is a bit special. I’ve never said anything to the people who worked before you, but because I feel jie is a person of good character, you definitely will understand why jungkook is so opposed towards his managers after I explain the events that happened previously.”

…

The underground parking lot.

The assistant strapped in the safety belt, and faced the person beside him to ask: “Before was it taehyung ge who sent you a message?”

Jungkook turned to look outside the window, and only replied after a long period of silence: “He told me to clarify that I just needed support after drinking too much, that there’s a problem with the angle.”

The assistant didn’t hurry to respond.

Based on his experience of following jungkook for the past three years, he knew that this sentence alone wasn’t enough to give rise to the great depression in jungkook’s heart.

The person in the passenger seat indeed added on: “He even said he has no time to play scandal games with me.”

When saying this, jungkook’s voice was hoarse, his forehead leaning against the car window, and the eyes that countless fans have chased after drooped down extremely low. He no longer had even half the temperament he showed just now in front of the manager, and even appeared a bit aggrieved.

The assistant placed the palm of his hand on the steering wheel, and comforted: “Ge, don’t feel too sad. Taehyung ge is also going through some difficulties recently, and it’s likely his mood isn’t that good.”

Jungkook didn’t respond.

The assistant pondered for a bit, then said: “At the very least, you got to kiss him yesterday. You made a profit, we should at least be happy!”

The cold King of Hell immediately loosened up, and smiled along with the other.

It’s true, after breaking up for an entire year and being snubbed despite showing good intentions, these past few days weren’t bad.

Using taehyung ge to coax jungkook was the assistant’s tried and true method, but no one would believe him if he said it.

Nevertheless, Director Wang was wise. Regardless of how much others believed jungkook was hard to handle, he liked taehyung from the bottom of his heart. If nothing else, it was because jungkook could love taehyung for so long with a face like his.

Having grown out of the mud unsullied, he still hadn’t forgotten the feelings he had when he first grew out of the mud.

The little assistant giddily started up the van: “The interview only starts at 2pm, there’s still an hour of free time. Ge, do you want to go home and catch up on sleep?”

Whether he was hungover or not, he only made it up for rose to hear.

Jungkook basically didn’t drink too much yesterday night, and only used alcohol as an excuse to go crazy. He wanted a reason to go see taehyung ge, and definitely didn’t sleep at all last night.

But jungkook had no intention of sleeping: “No, let’s go to the hospital.”

The assistant stepped on the gas pedal: “Okay.”

…

After taehyung finished eating lunch, it was already three in the afternoon.

He felt he basically crawled out of that room. No matter how drunk he pretended to be, he could not extricate himself from that group of grandsons.

He stood on the curb, and while other bosses were picked up by cars and taken away, only he stood around disorientedly as the cold wind blew. In any case, he was able to get the business card of that idiotic filmmaker, and allowed taehyung to call whenever he was ready.

— In order to hide the fact he was eager for work and thus have his pay reduced, taehyung intentionally played hard to get and said he still had some other work to finish up first.

“You really plan on writing this crappy screenplay?” Jimin’s voice from the other side of the phone was filled with pity, “I asked around for you just now, and that filmmaker with the last name Liu has really rotten projects. His methods are improper, and only a ghost would know whether or not his films would be able to be broadcasted.”

Taehyung just happened to be walking towards the train, and only called the other to say he was fine: “I still have to care if it’ll be broadcasted? As long as I finish the script and he gives me money it’s fine. If I don’t write it, where would I get money, are you willing to raise me?”

Jimin repeatedly shook his head while sighing: “Then you definitely can’t sign your name, just use whatever pen name, and no matter who asks, don’t admit you wrote it.” Or else it would be too disparaging.

“Nonsense.”

Taehyung walked to the entrance of the subway in a flash, and said he was hanging up: “I’ll go to see my mom first, it’s time to pay her fees again.”

Jimin: “How about your brother finance you a bit. I have 1 yuan here, how about I give you 50 cents.”

“Fuck off, it’s fine if you just leave some food for me to eat.”

After taehyung said this, he hung up, and just as he prepared to enter the subway, his phone suddenly vibrated.

Jimin sent him 100 yuan, and attached a message.

[*Little Fatty Weighs Over 1000jin4, and His Face Accounts for 800jin:* Don’t take the subway ge. Live luxuriously and take a taxi. I’m worried you drank too much and can’t stand well, then you’ll fall under the wheels of the train, ruin your face, and then you’ll really lose your livelihood then]

Taehyung wasn’t courteous this time, and candidly accepted the money.

*[If You Have Money, I’ll Marry You-kim*: Thanks]

…

Before Taehyung entered the hospital, he bought some fruit.

The boss of the fruit shop remembered him because of his outstanding appearance. The first time he visited the shop, the other thought he was a star, and after chatting for a bit, learned of his mother’s condition.

Every time taehyung came to buy fruits, the boss gave a discount, and those items that could be discounted were greatly discounted. It could be considered that his mortal flesh did give him a number of great benefits.

When taehyung arrived at the front of the hospital, he first let the wind blow over him and then checked himself in the mirror. He ensured that he didn’t smell of alcohol, and that the red blush on his face faded. Then he smiled, and walked cleanly into the hospital room.

“Mom, how are you feeling today?”

The woman laying on the sick bed saw him come in, but not only was she not happy, she even rebuked the other: “Didn’t you just come before, how come you’re back? I already said you don’t need to run over here every day to see mom. You should just focus on work, what are you going to do if you lose your job?”

Taehyung’s line of sight shifted, and indeed, saw an unfamiliar bouquet of flowers and basket of fruit placed at the head of the bed.

Ever since his mother’s illness worsened a year ago, she was transferred from the hospital in their hometown of City B, to a hospital in City A. Every few days, taehyung would be able to see items that could be seen were ‘his’.

He asked his mother who came.

His mother also couldn’t say clearly. Her memory had been fuzzy for several years, and every time thought that person was also her own son.

At the beginning, taehyung had looked into who exactly it was, and even joked around with his mother once: “Your son is so good looking, so how could just anyone be your son?”

But his mother said: “Pretty ah, he’s always been pretty!”

At this point, taehyung figured it out.

In the list of possible people who would come visit his mother, and had a level of attractiveness on par with himself, there could only be jungkook.

Fortunately, jungkook only gave fruits, tonics, and didn’t fight over paying the medical fees with him.

Taehyung was also too lazy to care about him. After all, his mother did treat jungkook quite well in the past. Now she was sick, and there was nothing wrong with coming to see her.

Taehyung sat by the bed, washed the fruits he brought, and placed them one by one into the fruit basket: “What can I do if I don’t come? You don’t want me to hire a nurse aide for you, so I have no choice but to run over here frequently.”

“Mom’s brain is just a little confused, it’s not like I can’t take care of myself. You come everyday to bring me food and drink, but there’s still doctors and nurses to take care of me. I can manage on my own. You and kook don’t need to worry about me.”

Mother kim was bed-ridden all year round, and there were a few strands of gray hair around her temples. She looked extremely pretty when she laughed, and she looked exactly like taehyung when she was younger, a peerless beauty.

Every time taehyung saw his mother like this, his nose would feel sour, and he skillfully picked up a knife to peel an apple: “I already told you many times, jungkook and I broke up a year ago. Don’t keep thinking of him, the only one who’s worried is me.”

Mother kim immediately had a knowing smile, and lowered her voice: “That’s right, our kook is famous now, a big star. I can’t mention him, or else other people might overhear it.”

……

Taehyung stayed in the ward and chatted for awhile, but after a while, mother kim shooed him away, telling him to go back to work.

Taehyung left, and the attending physician just happened to pass by in the corridor.

The pair’s voices subconsciously lowered: “Why do I feel my mother is getting worse. Now she already can’t remember the things I told her a few days ago.”

The doctor’s face appeared solemn: “You really should schedule her surgery soon. The tumor has been pressing on her nerves for a long time now. If it ruptures, the consequences would be too horrible to think about.”

Taehyung has heard similar things before.

But not only does he have to pay for his own everyday expenses, he also has to shoulder the burden of paying for his mother’s long-term hospitalization and medication fees. Now adding on this surgery, it was completely like a huge mountain that he had no way of climbing.

The doctor had seen plenty in the same situation, and the things most ordinary people were afraid of was growing ill. For young people like taehyung , there was no need to mention the medical fees, it’s even likely that he doesn’t have much savings either.

Now, other than honestly gathering money to treat the illness, saying anything else was futile.

The doctor sympathetically patted his shoulder: “First pay the medical fees, then think about paying the fee for surgery. Money isn’t something you can make in a hurry.”

It was another big check.

Taehyung handed in the money at the window, and felt he should have lost at least 10jin. With his sleeves empty, there wasn’t even a single yuan left in his pocket.

At that time, in order for his mother to marry his father, she remained stubborn, and had a big falling out with her own family. His father also only had poor relatives, and had died early in a car accident. Now that it fell taehyung, he basically had no one he could borrow money from.

After taehyung dealt with all his matters, he stood in a corner outside the hospital and smoked a cigarette.

After hesitating over and over again, he finally pulled out that business card that could scald his hand, then enthusiastically called: “Hello, is this director Liu? This is kim taehyung. Right, right, the screenwriter that had lunch with you this afternoon. I just went home and the more I thought about it, the more I felt we hit it off. I thought I’d seize the occasion, and quickly finished up the work I have on hand. Where are you now? If it’s convenient, why don’t I find you, and sign the business contract today?”

Thank youu✨💜

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