I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!
Chapter 47: We Won’t Lose Hope Yet

Chapter 47: We Won’t Lose Hope Yet

[A Way For Them To Come Back Home: Lianwu Street is in danger! All the tenants are being forced to sell their stores, terrified of what Golden Earth will do next!]

[Choose your words carefully!]

• "Yes, I will help you get your store back—not just your antique store, but every shop in Lianwu Street!"

• "I’m sorry, I can’t. Golden Earth is too strong of an opponent."

• "I think it’s better for the police to take this case. I’m sure they’ll help you."

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["God of Richness & Love has sent you a message!"]

["My perverted disciple, even if I questioned your decision to screw your target—this time, you know what must be done! Don’t disappoint me, or I swear I’ll slap +50 bad luck on your sorry life!"]

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Zhao Yiming took a deep breath. He turned to Mr. Wu, whose defeated gaze still hid a sliver of hope, though he said nothing about his wife’s plea.

But Yiming could see it—Mr. Wu wanted to fight, he just didn’t know how anymore. All he needed was a push.

So Zhao Yiming stepped forward and gently held Madam He’s wrinkled hand.

"I will help you, Madam He. Not just you, but every tenant on Lianwu Street," he said firmly.

"I’ll find a way to get justice—not only for the injuries you’ve suffered, but for the fear, the trauma, and every damn scar Golden Earth has left behind!"

His voice rang with conviction. His eyes were blazing with determination.

Madam He smiled weakly... and then closed her eyes.

At first, it was gentle. Peaceful. But then the monitors began to beep—faster, louder.

Zhao Yiming and Mr. Wu looked at each other, panic dawning across their faces.

"Wife?! Wake up, wife!" Mr. Wu shouted, shaking her fragile body.

"She’s not responding!" Zhao Yiming gasped. "We need a doctor!"

As if on cue, nurses and doctors rushed in behind them. One of them gently pulled Mr. Wu away as he clung desperately to his wife, crying, refusing to let go.

The machines blared frantically. Doctors shouted instructions. It was chaos inside the room.

Zhao Yiming had to drag the old man back out as he wailed in grief, leaving Madam He in the care of the hospital staff. They stood outside the ICU, helpless.

Just then, Luo Yanyu came running, eyes wide with panic. "What happened?! The doctor said Madam He was stable—why are they all inside again?!"

Through the glass, they could see doctors surrounding the bed, trying everything. A nurse moved quickly to close the blinds, cutting off their view.

Mr. Wu staggered to the glass window and slammed his fist against it, again and again, screaming, "LET ME SEE MY WIFE! LET ME SEE MY WIFE!!"

Tears streamed down his face as he pounded the glass.

"Mr. Wu..." Zhao Yiming murmured, a bitter taste filling his mouth. His fists clenched, heart burning with rage.

Whoever did this—whoever dared to bring this kind of pain to the old couple—

They were going to pay.

***

After about ten minutes of agonizing silence, the ICU doors finally opened—and in a flash, everyone crowded around the doctor.

"How is she, doctor? How’s my wife?" Mr. Wu asked, his voice cracking as tears streamed down his face.

The doctor sighed and wiped the sweat from his brow. "She’s in critical condition, Mr. Wu. We’ve had to put her on a ventilator."

His voice was heavy, apologetic.

"Because of her age, her lungs are too weak. The internal injuries are serious, and her body’s struggling to keep up. She’s... exhausted." He shook his head slowly. "But we haven’t given up. We’ll monitor her closely—minute by minute."

And with that, the doctor left them in heavy silence.

Su Meilin stood nearby, visibly shaken. She didn’t know Madam He or Mr. Wu personally, but guilt gnawed at her. After all, her husband had played a role in this horror.

Luo Yanyu trembled beside Zhao Yiming, struggling to hold back tears, trying her best to stay strong.

Then suddenly—

"I—I recorded the man who pushed Madam He!" she blurted out.

Everyone froze.

Mr. Wu’s head snapped toward her. "What?! My wife was pushed? This wasn’t an accident?!"

His voice boomed with rage. "Who did it?! Tell me, young lady! I’ll kill them myself!"

"Calm down, Mr. Wu!" Zhao Yiming stepped in. "We didn’t catch his face. All we have is a recording of his confession."

He turned to Yanyu. "You’re sure you recorded it?"

Luo Yanyu nodded and pulled out her phone. They all leaned in, listening to the recording play again. Mr. Wu’s face contorted in pain as he heard the voice—the smug confession of a coward.

He clenched his fists and began to shout, but suddenly staggered, clutching his chest.

"Mr. Wu!" they all shouted in alarm.

"Don’t push yourself!" Zhao Yiming scolded, catching him and helping him sit down. "If you keep going like this, you’ll be the one getting cremated before your wife!"

Mr. Wu panted, trying to catch his breath, his face still flushed with fury.

"You need to rest," Su Meilin said gently, stepping forward. "Let me stay and watch over your wife. You don’t know me, but please... trust me."

"She’s right," Luo Yanyu added. "We’ll take you somewhere safe for now."

Mr. Wu was silent for a long moment before finally nodding. He looked at Su Meilin with glassy eyes.

"Please take care of my life. Because without her... I don’t think I can live anymore."

Su Meilin’s heart clenched with guilt—but she hid it behind a soft smile and a nod.

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Later that night, they left Su Meilin at the hospital and took Mr. Wu in Zhao Yiming’s brand-new car. He would be staying at Luo Yanyu’s house for a while—for his safety. They couldn’t risk someone from Golden Earth coming back to silence him.

After making sure he was settled, Zhao Yiming and Luo Yanyu drove straight to Madam Ruan’s casino—the headquarters of the Black Orchid.

The sun had already set. The city lights shimmered outside as they entered her smoky, dim-lit office.

Madam Ruan sat in her chair, a long pipe in her mouth, smoke curling around her like a dragon’s breath. She looked relaxed—but her eyes were sharp.

"Well, you’re finally here," she said, stretching out a hand. "Give me the ledger."

Zhao Yiming reached into his small bag and took it out. But just as Madam Ruan reached for it—

He pulled it back.

She raised a brow.

"Before I hand it over," Zhao Yiming said, his voice steady, "I want something from you first."