Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

"Are you okay? If there\'s nothing wrong, I\'m leaving."

Han Qingxin stood up, her perfect figure fully displayed before Ye Ling, and said, "I\'ve already paid the medical bill. It\'s time for you to be discharged."

After speaking, Han Qingxin was about to leave.

"Wait!"

Ye Ling\'s eyes widened as he said, "Beauty, you can\'t be like this, right? According to Huaxia\'s laws, first, speeding at night was wrong and illegal. Second, you hit me, do you think just paying the medical bills is enough? Compensation for emotional distress, disability payments, and so on, shouldn\'t you be covering those as well?"

With the divine senses of an Immortal Emperor, Ye Ling quickly merged with the memories of the former Ye Ling, and was very quick to pick up on some things about Earth.

"I know about compensation for emotional distress, but what the hell is a disability payment?"

Han Qingxin\'s face was lined with frustration as she said, "Are you trying to extort me?"

"Absolutely not," Ye Ling waved his hand and said. "But you hit me so hard that my whole skeleton nearly turned to powder. If we\'re assessing injuries, it should at least qualify as a first-degree disability, right? It might even be a special-grade disability."

"But you\'re fine now, right?" Han Qingxin said.

"I..."

Ye Ling suddenly found himself struggling for words. He was indeed fine now—so how on earth was he supposed to handle this beautiful woman in front of him?

In fact, after merging with the memories of the former Ye Ling, he understood his current situation.

Penniless!

Not a dime to his name!!

Broke!!!

As for being dumped by Liu Fei, Ye Ling didn\'t feel much anger; after all, it wasn\'t he who got dumped.

But the money problem still had to be solved, right?

A beauty who drove a Ferrari was no ordinary person...

The key point was, this beauty truly did hit him, and hit him so badly that he was practically crushed to pieces—this wasn\'t extortion!

"Fine, you want money, right?"

Just then, a young man walked into the room from outside the door. He looked to be about the same age as Han Qingxin. He was the guy who, after Han Qingxin hit Ye Ling, taught her not to admit it and just say that Ye Ling was struck dead by lightning.

His name was Chen Hong, a well-known rich second-generation in Donghai City, his father being the chairman of Dongqiang Group with a net worth of at least ten billion.

Chen Hong had called Han Qingxin earlier, and as she was panicking over hitting Ye Ling, she told Chen Hong which hospital she was in.

Chen Hong, who had always had a thing for Han Qingxin, naturally rushed over right away.

Only, just as he arrived at the entrance of the hospital room, he heard Ye Ling \'extorting\' Han Qingxin. While he was relieved that Ye Ling was all right, a surge of anger also welled up inside him.

"Speak, how much do you want?"

Chen Hong glanced at Ye Ling sideways, from head to toe in shabby attire—poor as poor could be.

For someone like that, having finally caught such an opportunity, how could he not ask for the moon?

"What I ask her for has nothing to do with you!"

Ye Ling glanced at Chen Hong and immediately thought of the offspring of major powers within the Immortal Realm.

People like this were known on Earth as \'rich second-generations\' and \'second-generations of government officials\'...

Ye Ling had always looked down on such people. In his last life, he had made life difficult for those guys countless times. Now that he had come to Earth, he couldn\'t indulge them even more.

"Your goal is money, am I right?"

Chen Hong looked disdainfully at Ye Ling and sneered, "Since it\'s all about the money, why do you care who you get it from? As long as someone gives you money, that should be enough. People like you are no different from beggars."

"Don\'t say that." Han Qingxin cast a dissatisfied glance at Chen Hong.

Han Qingxin was indeed a rich second-generation, but she had received a good family education. Otherwise, she wouldn\'t insist on taking Ye Ling to the hospital.

If it hadn\'t been for her bad mood tonight, she wouldn\'t have gone speeding, and this situation wouldn\'t have arisen.

"Did I say something wrong? Qing Xin, you shouldn\'t be showing a good face to such a person."

Chen Hong said to Han Qingxin, then turned to Ye Ling, speaking condescendingly, "Hurry up and say it? How much money do you actually want? Let\'s get one thing straight first, we can give you the money, but after you take it, you can\'t use this incident to blackmail Qing Xin."

"Of course, we\'re not afraid of blackmail from someone like you. It\'s just disgusting and troublesome," he added.

"Are you fucking brain-damaged?"

Ye Ling, sitting on the hospital bed and glaring at Chen Hong, cursed, "I\'m not someone you hit, nor someone brought here by you. This whole thing has nothing to do with you at all. You come in here and start blabbering non-stop, what the hell are you blabbering about? Can only you blabber? You blabber so much, why don\'t you fuck off and perform crosstalk?"

"Who the fuck are you cursing at?!"

Chen Hong immediately got angry. As the Young Master of the Dongqiang Group, everyone had always spoken to him with the utmost reverence since he was young. Nobody dared to curse at him.

"I\'m cursing you, got a problem with that?"

Ye Ling lifted his head and said, "If you\'ve got the guts, hit me! I\'m a patient right now, come on, hit me! I\'m already classified as a first-degree disabled person. Just perfect, you can turn me into a special-grade disabled person—then you\'ll have to pay even more!"

Chen Hong shook with anger, but he took in what Ye Ling said. Ye Ling was a patient, and if he really did hit him and caused any serious harm, that would only bring more trouble.

"Hmph, considering you\'re a patient, I won\'t stoop to arguing with someone as poor as you."

Chen Hong took a deep breath, suppressed the anger within, and said again, "Qing Xin is my girlfriend. It\'s my responsibility to compensate you on her behalf. Name your price, how much money do you want?"

"Chen Hong, what nonsense are you spouting?" Han Qingxin frowned involuntarily.

Chen Hong had always been relentless in pursuing Han Qingxin, whom she did not like at all. She was even more annoyed by his pestering, let alone considering him as a boyfriend.

"Qing Xin, we will be together sooner or later. I am the Young Master of the Dongqiang Group, and you are the sole heiress of Han Group. Our union would be simply a match made in heaven!" Chen Hong said to Han Qingxin with a smile.

Han Qingxin felt so disgusted she thought to herself that if the Dongqiang Group really were handed over to him, it would probably collapse in a few years.

However, Chen Hong was, after all, offering his help now. Although Han Qingxin was annoyed, she didn\'t have the gall to express it.

"Hey, are you going to name your price or not? If you don\'t, we\'re going to leave. Don\'t come looking for us for anything in the future," Chen Hong spoke down to Ye Ling again.

"If the beauty gives it, 100,000 will do," Ye Ling said, sizing up Chen Hong and laughing, "But for a rich Young Master like you, let\'s say 10 million."

"What?!"

Chen Hong exploded immediately: "Are you fucking extorting me?"

Chen Hong was furious. Even if someone would kill a person, they wouldn\'t need 10 million, right?

Besides, why ask for 100,000 from Han Qingxin but 10 million from him?

Could it be that this guy was also interested in Han Qingxin?

Money was a minor issue, but when it came to Han Qingxin, Chen Hong absolutely couldn\'t take it lightly!