"Honey, have another drink! Tonight you'll definitely make me pregnant!"

Ye Mei changed into sexy pajamas, teasingly climbed onto Song Yang's neck. Seeing Song Yang's lack of enthusiasm, she poured him another glass of wine.

Song Yang was instantly displeased. What did Ye Mei take him for?

A breeding stud?

Moreover, Ye Mei knew he had his old ailment flaring up again today and only felt a bit better after taking painkillers, yet she was still making him drink so much. This comparison brought back the image in his mind of someone who would drink desperately for him.

Seeing the situation wasn't right, Ye Mei hastily changed the topic, doing everything she could to finally get Song Yang onto the bed.

Just then, the special alert Song Yang had set up rang. His eyes instantly lit up; it was specifically for Feng Tang!

He knew it! Feng Tang definitely had feelings for him!

Without any sympathy, he pushed the person on him away.

At the POP community, Feng Tang sent out the pre-written message, put down his wine glass, and headed outside.

[Song Yang, I regret it. Can you come and save me? Wofus 1201.]

Feng Tang's words were ambiguous. Song Yang couldn't figure out the situation, but he knew Feng Tang needed him now! He had no other thoughts at this moment, didn't even glance at Ye Mei, pushed the door open, and got a taxi to follow the location.

"Song Yang!"

"Renew the hotel room first!"

"I'm out of money!"

Ye Mei, who had never been treated so coldly, bit her lip in frustration, angrily shouting.

On the way, Song Yang made countless calls to Feng Tang, but none were answered. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Wofus was a hotel. He didn't dare guess what Feng Tang was going through now. He could only pay the driver ten thousand yuan to drive like crazy.

Song Yang sped all the way to room 1201, continuously banging on the door.

The door opened, and five burly men were holding a disheveled Feng Tang. Feng Tang's mouth had blood on it; he had clearly been beaten.

Song Yang was completely enraged at the sight of Feng Tang's condition and rushed forward to take on all of them.

"Let him go!"

The heroic rescue scene unfolded as expected.

"Let go? Took my money and now wants to back out?"

A pot-bellied man standing by the bed kicked Song Yang.

"Don't hurt him! I'll agree to whatever you want!"

Feng Tang cried out in despair, breaking free from the hands holding him, protectively hugging Song Yang.

"How much? I'll pay you ten times the amount!"

Song Yang was so moved by Feng Tang's devotion that he almost cried. He thought, "If we've been through life and death together, how can he not have feelings for me?"

"Ten times?"

"Yes! I'm the heir of the Song Group. My mom is Chen Wan, you've heard of her, right? We can pay whatever it takes, as long as you let us go!"

The pot-bellied man had his guy look it up and compared Song Yang's face to a photo.

"Is this really you? You look like you've been blasted by a fart. Why's the photo so handsome?"

"Photoshopped, all Photoshopped!"

"Alright! So, Young Master Song, this pretty boy took fifty thousand from me, and I haven't even touched a hair on him! Give me ten times, five hundred thousand, and it's settled!"

"No, Mr. Song! Five hundred thousand is no small amount!"

"No, for you, it's worth any amount!"

Song Yang's sincerity moved Feng Tang to tears.

"I want it now!"

The pot-bellied man looked at his phone, glaring maliciously at the inseparable "couple."

"I don't have that much cash right now."

"You poor guy, you can't even come up with five hundred thousand and you're pretending to be rich!"

Indeed, Song Yang's company was already an empty shell. He was just putting on airs, spending money on luxury bags for Ye Mei.

Now, you could say he was broke.

"Shut up! I won't let you insult him! Each of his watches, each bag..."

Even shivering, Feng Tang's protective stance deeply moved Song Yang.

Thanks to Feng Tang's "unintentional" hint, Song Yang suddenly remembered his recent extravagant spending. His otherwise sluggish brain lit up.

"I have a way! Give me two, no, one hour. I'll definitely get the five hundred thousand!"

Song Yang patted Feng Tang's arm confidently.

"Alright, little brat. One hour later, come here—cash for the person!"

The pot-bellied man pulled Feng Tang, had his guys tie him to a chair with a rope.

Song Yang stumbled back to the hotel where Ye Mei was staying.

"Mei Mei, there was a problem at the company just now. Do you have any money here? I need to borrow it for turnover!"

Seeing Song Yang return, Ye Mei finally stopped texting curses at him.

But when she heard Song Yang's words, she was stunned.

Ye Mei's refusal deeply pained Song Yang.

"How much money have I spent on you?"

"Now, borrowing a bit from you, and you show this expression?"

Feng Tang is the best, not chasing fame and fortune, my judgment wasn't wrong!

"Mei Mei, once I get through this, I won't treat you poorly!"

"You know it's impossible for me to ask my mom for money this time. I have to achieve something on my own!"

"Besides, maybe this time when you help me selflessly, my mom will accept you. Then you'll be the lady of the Song family, the future Mrs. Song!"

It had to be said; Song Yang was quite skilled at painting grandiose pictures.

"But I now..."

Ye Mei bit her lip, weighing her options.

Song Yang indeed hadn't been stingy with her. Though he was a spendthrift, his family was rich!

Better to comply for now!

"I really don't have money!"

"I know! Didn't I buy you so much jewelry and bags? I remember you always taking everything with you whenever you go out!"

Seeing the time, Song Yang, drenched in sweat, had no time to dally. He pushed her aside and entered the dressing room.

Good heavens, six huge suitcases full to the brim. How she carried them with her was a mystery.

Song Yang tore the bedsheet, tied the suitcases together, and dragged them out of the hotel.

"Ahhhhh!"

Those were Ye Mei's treasures, brought along for showing off.

Now, all taken by Song Yang, as he left, she couldn't help but scream.

Unexpectedly, Song Yang returned again.

Did he have a change of heart?

Joyfully in tears, Ye Mei gave Song Yang a big smile.

"I saw it, those gold teeth. They should be worth some money too!"

"They're removable! Take them out quickly!"

Finally, Ye Mei sat on the floor, covering her leaking mouth, cursing in the direction Song Yang left.

"Yafan, don't you have a senior sister who deals in second-hand luxury items?"

"Yeah!"

When I got Song Yang's call, I was having skewers with my senior sister.

"A friend of mine has some genuine items. He's in urgent need of money. Can you help me contact her to sell them?"

"Preferably within half an hour."

"Half an hour is too tight; it will definitely be below market price."

"No problem! It should be enough!"

"Alright, I'll contact her now."

With my "help," Song Yang finally gathered the money and hurried to the hotel to rescue his beloved.

Cash for the person, one hand for each.