Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife -
Chapter 1015: Being Poor... It’s So Frustrating!
Chapter 1015: Chapter 1015: Being Poor... It’s So Frustrating!
Adam Piers met Bertha Swift’s puzzled eyes, instinctively recalling the sensation of her hand touching his forehead earlier. He was stunned again and turned awkwardly to the side.
Seeing Adam like this, Bertha found it odd. Did this man really suffer some aftereffects from the fever?
Thinking of this, Bertha sought help from Dr. Wright. Although she wasn’t fond of Adam, she couldn’t bear it if he turned into an idiot due to her misdiagnosis.
Dr. Wright noticed Bertha’s plea for help, looked at the clearly off Adam, and tentatively asked, "Do you remember your name?"
Adam didn’t notice Bertha’s subtle actions; he only appeared displeased when he heard Dr. Wright’s question. "Do you think I remember?"
Dr. Wright was taken aback. Could he really not remember?
He looked at Bertha in panic.
Bertha was visibly worried, clearly shocked by this sudden turn of events.
"Then do you know who I am?" Dr. Wright tried again.
Adam had completely lost interest in his dim-witted doctor and turned to Bertha, "Didn’t sleep last night?"
Bertha hadn’t yet snapped out of the idea that Adam had turned silly. Suddenly hearing his question, she instinctively nodded before shaking her head, then realized, "You’re okay?"
"Do I look like I’m not?" Adam was both helpless and annoyed at the woman for mistaking his shock due to her intimate gesture as a sign that he’d burnt his brain.
Bertha looked at Adam’s clear eyes and his face, pale from the fever that lasted most of the night. Though haggard, he was far from the vacant look she thought she saw. Missing his usual dandy air, he seemed lazily indifferent, truly not like someone who’d turned silly. Confused, she furrowed her brows, then murmured, "At least you’re not silly."
Otherwise, if Adam really had turned silly, she’d need to reflect on what she’d learned over the past ten years!
Adam was too lazy to argue with Bertha over this, staring at the dark circles under her eyes, "Since you didn’t sleep, go rest now."
"No need, I..."
"You looked after me all night. I have every reason to let you rest properly. Go sleep, unless you want me to join you?" Adam interrupted Bertha, his voice lazy, with an unexpected slovenly whimsy in the last sentence.
Bertha matched Adam’s gaze, feeling if she didn’t listen to him, this man might actually join her to sleep.
Having witnessed this man’s shamelessness, Bertha didn’t want to provoke him further on such matters, especially since there were others in the ward. So she turned silently, opened the curtain on her small bed, and swiftly climbed onto it.
Dr. Wright, who had witnessed everything, stood silently in place, momentarily unsure whether to proceed with the routine rounds or quietly leave as if he hadn’t seen anything.
"What are you staring at? Did you turn silly?" Adam felt slightly better seeing Bertha nestle back into her hospital bed, yet his usual impatience with Dr. Wright surfaced.
Dr. Wright inwardly clicked his tongue. He had witnessed the two-faced and petty nature of Master Adam yet politely responded, "Not silly yet. May I proceed with the rounds? Where did Master Adam feel uncomfortable last night..."
Adam briefly answered Dr. Wright’s questions, then pointed to the basin Bertha hadn’t had time to take away, "Would you mind, Dr. Wright?"
Dr. Wright was speechless.
When had he, a dignified international hospital orthopedic main doctor, fallen to this point? But recalling the fivefold bonus, he endured, took away the basin, and left, remembering to close the ward door behind him and instructing the nurse not to disturb the people inside.
Bertha expected to struggle to sleep but unexpectedly dozed off upon hitting the bed.
And she slept for three hours straight. When she woke again, it was eleven a.m., the ward was silent and dark. Bertha, momentarily disoriented after checking the time, couldn’t remember where she was until hearing a noise from the neighboring bed, at which point she puzzledly looked over, but could only see a gray curtain. Various memories flooded her mind, finally recalling she was in Adam’s ward.
But why was it so dark?
Full of confusion, Bertha heard noises again from the next bed, now Adam’s voice, "Awake? Close your eyes."
Bertha didn’t understand Adam’s meaning, then heard the curtain in the room suddenly move, followed by the sudden pouring of midday spring sunlight. She quickly used the back of her hand to shield her eyes, then heard the noise again, the sound of the partition curtain being drawn open. Bertha instinctively looked over, seeing Adam in light loungewear, lazily reclining on his hospital bed. With sunlight shining on him, his eyes slightly squinted, shedding his usual dandy slovenliness, messy hair scattered across his forehead, surprisingly filled with youthful vigor.
The face she usually resisted was surprisingly handsome in the sunlight, leaving her momentarily awestruck.
Once Adam adapted to the strong light, he noticed the gaze from across the room. But by the time he looked, Bertha had already turned her head, as if nothing had happened.
"It’s late, I should go." Bertha, embarrassed by her recent trance, felt her ears heat up, and after saying that, got out of bed to freshen up.
When she came out, Ray Leighton had already brought lunch.
Adam still wore the loose loungewear from earlier and naturally waved her over when he saw her coming out, "Come eat."
Bertha hesitated for a moment before sitting down. She knew with Adam’s temperament, refusing to eat might stir up more trouble, so she went along with it, especially since she was indeed hungry.
Lunch was very sumptuous, and Bertha couldn’t help but feel it tasted similar to the Imperial Cuisine Pavilion, though the paper bag beside had no logo. Having heard the Pavilion doesn’t offer delivery service, she didn’t think much of it.
After lunch, Bertha looked at Adam, "Can I leave now?"
Adam eyed the time. Eventually, people had to leave, feeling an inexplicable loss, yet knowing he had no reason to keep her longer, he nodded.
"By the way, thank you for last night." After nodding, Adam remembered the events of last night, sincerely thanking Bertha.
Bertha was indifferent, "You helped me; helping you is just repaying the favor, no need to thank me."
Adam’s eyes briefly reflected loss. He had thought Bertha’s caring gesture was out of concern for him; now it seemed it was merely gratitude for him helping her last night.
"Then Master Adam... can I take Miss Swift to her place?" After those words, the room’s atmosphere suddenly turned tense, and Ray Leighton, as an innocent employee, felt he might shed a tear of frustration, but in the end, he only broke the awkward atmosphere, risking his boss’s ire.
Unexpectedly, Adam just acknowledged and let Bertha leave.
Even Bertha Swift looked at Adam Piers in surprise, and only then did she leave with Ray Leighton, certain that Adam wouldn’t make things difficult for her.
Once everyone had left, Adam glanced around the now quiet hospital room, feeling uncomfortable. He pressed the call button to bring Dr. Wright in, wanting to discharge, but the moment he spoke, he scared Dr. Wright, "Sorry, Master Adam, old Master Piers wants you to recover properly."
"I’m already fine."
Adam said, and Dr. Wright glanced at the white bandages on his shoulder and hand, gave an awkward laugh, but said nothing.
Adam consciously looked down at them, then angrily kicked the fruit basket beside him before he lay back down on the bed. But before he could settle, his phone vibrated several times; it was a message from Ray Leighton.
"Last night, Miss White looked at the house and has already paid to rent it; Miss Swift will surely have no problem." Ray Leighton said, proudly sending Adam a location.
Adam didn’t react at first, until he saw the location from Ray and hesitated to ask, "How did Miss White believe you?"
That’s Kerry City, a high-class neighborhood with expensive housing, and quite a few minor celebrities live there. He initially invested in three units there because he saw its potential as an investment.
"You don’t need to worry about that. As long as Miss Swift can live there peacefully, I’ve fulfilled my mission." Ray Leighton said smugly.
Adam raised an eyebrow, "Hmm, okay. Please help prepare the unit next door for me. I’ll move there after I get discharged."
Seeing Adam’s message, Ray Leighton chuckled. He knew that Master Adam understood him.
Bertha Swift noticed Ray Leighton walking ahead suddenly gave a weird smile, making her skin crawl. She looked again at Kerry City, with its top-tier security, landscaping, and environment, with doubt in her eyes, "Assistant Leighton, are you sure the apartment with a monthly rent of 5,000 yuan you found for us is in this area?"
From her knowledge, the average price here exceeds ten million yuan, and a single unit costs billions; a monthly rent of 5,000 yuan—are they joking?
"Definitely sure. Didn’t Miss Swift contact Miss White? She already had a video call with the landlord last night. This apartment is the landlord’s marital home, but his wife got accepted into an MFA program at Manchester University and has to stay in the UK for three years. The landlord couldn’t bear being apart from his wife for three years, so he went with her. Now, this marital home is left vacant. The couple can’t bear renting it out really, but they don’t want it to deteriorate either, so they want someone to look after it, charging a symbolic rent with the condition that the apartment is protected without any damage." Ray Leighton said, delivering his well-prepared lie.
This lie was half true and half false; indeed, a couple lived there before, but it wasn’t because the husband didn’t want to be apart from his wife. The real landlord took back the apartment temporarily and compensated them.
Bertha Swift listened intently to Ray and scrutinized him, but finding nothing unusual, she continued following Ray to the place.
As soon as they knocked on the door, it was swung open from the inside, and before Bertha Swift could react, she was hugged by Maria White, who exclaimed, "Bertha, we’re so lucky!"
Bertha Swift was always startled by Maria White’s exaggerated behavior. She took a deep breath, wanting to ask what was going on, but was already pulled inside.
Not only Maria White was excited, but even the seasoned Bertha Swift froze in awe. She hesitantly looked at Ray Leighton who walked in behind her, "This must be 200 square meters, right?"
The most crucial part is that it’s a duplex, with a floor height of six meters just by visual estimation.
She suspected this apartment could cost a billion yuan, and rent for 5,000 yuan? It must be crazy.
Ray Leighton nearly faltered under Bertha Swift’s scrutinizing gaze, but he quickly responded, looking at Maria White, "Miss White, could you briefly explain the situation to Miss Swift? I have to go."
Maria White was still thrilled, and before Bertha Swift could question Ray Leighton, she had already pulled Bertha to explain the situation once more, continuously praising the landlord couple’s approachability, and finally slapped down the rental agreement.
Bertha Swift took a look; the contract was for three years, and not only had Maria White’s name but hers too.
Her mouth opened as if she wanted to ask Maria White why her name was there when she wasn’t, and why it was a three-year term, only to hear Maria’s righteous voice, "Can you believe it? I didn’t forget you sisters with such a great apartment. Touched, aren’t you?"
Bertha Swift gave an awkward smile, not daring to move.
Just as she finished Tsukkomi in her heart, Maria White spread her hands out towards her.
Bertha Swift looked at Maria White with confusion, then Maria boldly asked, "Pay up! I signed for three years in one go; the rent is 180,000 yuan, plus three months deposit, totaling 195,000 yuan. We split it in half; your share is 97,500 yuan."
"Wha... what? How much?" Bertha Swift thought she misheard; wasn’t it supposed to be 5,000 yuan a month? How did it become 195,000 yuan, and her share is how much?
Maria White thought Bertha Swift hadn’t heard clearly, repeating, "The total rent including deposit is 195,000 yuan. We split it in half; your share is 97,500 yuan."
Bertha Swift unconsciously gulped, "97,500 yuan? Aren’t rents usually paid three months with one month deposit?"
"Can you really compare our unit with others? Just look at it! For a unit like this, the typical monthly rent would be 50,000-60,000 yuan. To protect the house, they want us to pay symbolically; wouldn’t you be embarrassed to pay just monthly?" Maria White ridiculed Bertha Swift.
Bertha Swift’s lips twitched as she looked at Maria White, "So you paid three years upfront, plus deposit? Aren’t you afraid of being defrauded?"
She suddenly regretted asking Maria White to manage the house viewing last night!
"How could it be fraud? Although I’m not as fond of Adam Piers as before, he’s still the heir of the Piers family, and his assistant graduated from a prestigious high-end university. He can’t be unreliable, right?" Maria White said confidently.
Then she suddenly thought of something and looked at Bertha Swift with wide eyes, "Bertha, you don’t have money, do you? I heard you joined Director Locke’s "The Doctors" crew, and the advance payment was high. You should have enough, right? I used my credit card because I was short!"
Bertha Swift’s lips twitched uncontrollably, thinking of her balance. If it’s 97,500 yuan, she indeed had enough, but if she paid this money, what would she eat?
Especially since she had already squandered away the supposed three-million payday compensating that bastard Adam Piers, and she wondered if she could still regret it now?
As she was contemplating, Bertha Swift felt someone gently poking her arm; confused, she looked up, meeting Maria White’s nearly tearful eyes, "What’s wrong?"
"Bertha, please don’t tell me you’re broke! I’m done for if you’re broke; my credit card is maxed out. It’d be disastrous if I can’t pay it back!" Maria White looked at Bertha Swift pitifully.
Bertha Swift forced a stiff smile, laughing awkwardly, "How could I be broke? It’s just rent, right? I surely wouldn’t be indebted to you. I’ll transfer the money now."
With that, Bertha Swift slowly transferred all 97,500 yuan to Maria White, feeling as though she heard the clinking of coins when shaking her phone.
Poverty... truly depressing!
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